Weekend Detention by DCFTEF

(Cinch / Twilight, Sour Sweet)

F/ff, over desk, cane, humanized, non-consensual

 

(16/05/2016)

 

 

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It was 6:47am and a dark green Triumph TR6 pulled up in front of Crystal Prep Academy.

Night Light's wife called it his 'mid-life crisis car'...he'd always wanted a lightweight 2-seater but two kids, a mortgage and never ending bills made that impractical for years. At last, with his son grown and out of the house, his daughter in High School, Night had his dream car.

Bonus; it had actually started this morning.

 

Usually Twilight Sparkle loved riding to school in Dad's sports car. Usually she loved school. But today was Saturday and no kid wants to be headed to school on a Saturday, especially for weekend detention. It was Twilight's first.

She nodded and unbuckled her seat belt, but said nothing.

 

Twilight desperately wanted to say something to her father but she did not know how to ask. She'd planned the conversation carefully as she tossed and turned in bed the night before, but when it came time to be driven to school the words did not come. Now it was last chance time and Twilight had to speak up;

He rubbed his eyes. Waking up at 6:30 to take his youngest to detention was not what he'd wanted to do with his Saturday morning.

There was something else on her mind. With no more time to stall, Twilight took a deep breath and let it out.

He chuckled;

She continued;

Tears puddled up in her eyes.

 

Night rubbed his sleepy eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Twilight twisted in her seat to face him and plead for reprieve.

 

Night Light had known this was coming. He'd expected her to ask this at the breakfast table...in the driveway...on the car ride over, but she only asked now, 30 feet away from the front door of her school. He already knew the answer:

 

Twilight did not understand what she was hearing. She was a good girl, but no kid is perfect 100% of the time and she got into her fair share of trouble. But to be spanked in school was unbelievable. School was her thing! She loved it, she was at the top of every class. She was the best student at Crystal Prep Academy. Good girls with excellent grades were not supposed to get spanked in school!

 

Although he certainly wasn't happy to be up at this hour.

The teenager looked at her Father in disbelief and desperation, her eyes puddling up with tears. That letter had been her only hope...a last lifeline to escape a fate so terrible she'd never actually expected it would come true.

 

Dad continued;

He yawned.

 

That was devastating to Twilight. Up to this moment she had assumed she'd talk her way out of this trouble at the last instant. Sure, she'd have to sit in the library all day on a Saturday...but that wasn't so awful.

Her Father began counting on his fingers.

Then he came to the big one;

 

Twilight cringed. That's what she was really in trouble for. Ten demerits on the spot.

 

Twilight gulped and looked at the front door. It was a whole lot scarier now that she knew there would be no escape from the terrible fate that waited inside.

Her Father continued;

She sheepishly admitted he was right.

Twilight opened her mouth to plead her case, but Dad tapped his wristwatch.

 

He was right, and though she was terribly upset that he wouldn't sign the opt-out letter that would save her poor, innocent rear-end she still loved her Father.

 

Twilight gathered up her backpack and shifted in the seat, kneeling so she could lean over and give Dad a goodbye kiss. Her right knee slipped though, hitting the shifter and knocking the manual transmission out of gear. The car rolled forward, downhill, and Night Light just managed to jam on the brakes before it hit the rear bumper of Principal Cinch's Cadillac.

Twilight blushed in embarrassment. Her Father just rolled his eyes and reminded;

 

It was eerie being in an empty Crystal Prep Academy. This place was usually chaotic, with students & staff heading in every direction, each with their own agenda. Twilight blended into the miasma, hardly anyone even noticed her. Now her own footsteps were the only sound and they echoed down every hall.

6:58

Twilight hurried her pace. Being tardy for class was bad...being tardy for detention was DOOM. She made it to the main school office just in time, nervously opening the door and peeking inside. It was dark and ominously lit as always. Even when she wasn't in trouble Twilight got the willies whenever she was summoned to the Principal's office. Now that she was in trouble she felt like she might pee her panties.

 

Thankfully, the first person she noticed was Dean Cadance. To see her was a relief. Crystal Prep's second-in-command was Twilight's only friend at this school...a friend of the family who had even babysat Twi when she herself was a student at CPA. Twilight even suspected there might be something more than friendship between Cadance and her older brother...

When Twilight saw the look on Cadance's face she realized the Dean already knew that.

Normally, when Twilight was feeling upset she could count on Dean Cadance for a hug, but this time it was not forthcoming. The purple girl soon saw why...they were not alone. Another girl sat on a stool in front of the principal's desk. Cadance obviously couldn't show favoritism.

 

Cadance left the two girls alone, so Twilight did as she was told and sat down on the second stool. These were the only seats in the entire office, save Principal Cinch's huge, swiveling office chair.

It sounded miserably awkward. Twilight didn't know what to say. Sour Sweet was clearly nervous too, so Twi tried to reach out a little;

 

To her surprise, the freckled girl answered kindly;

Her voice was sweet...too sweet.

And then she unleashed:

So Twilight sat quietly. Three feet from the only other person in the same predicament as her yet totally alone.

 

7:28

Twilight hadn't said a word since Sour Sweet blew up on her. It was just as well, she didn't know what to say. She might have asked what violation landed her classmate in this predicament, but she didn't have the nerve, so Twi just sat on the uncomfortable stool and waited. There were shelves of books in this room; she wished she could take just one down to pass the tense minutes but surely that was not allowed.

 

A muffled sound broke the silence. A faint woosh, then a cracking sound and a grunt...followed by more of the same. Gradually the grunts turned into exclamations of pain, and finally full-on crying. Then it stopped and in a few moments the process repeated...first grunts, then 'ouch'es, then deep voiced cries.

Sour Sweet did not make eye contact with Twilight, but she explained what they were both hearing;

 

Maybe Sour Sweet was afraid too, and wanted to talk so they wouldn't have to listen to the boys get their canings. Twilight gave it a try;

Bad move. Sour snapped at her worse than before.

Twi answered sheepishly;

 

Twilight sat in silence again, listening to the unfortunate boys in the next room. All followed pretty much the same pattern:

First they tried to take the pain stoically and preserve what was left of their manly dignity.

When it began to get bad they allowed a few squeaks and ow's escape, hoping to convince Cinch they were really penitent and did not need any more.

But eventually all 3 boys broke, and cried like naughty children.

 

Twilight was not the kind of girl who handled pain well; she wondered how she would react. Her turn was coming.

 

At 7:46 the muffled sounds of caning stopped. Twilight desperately listened, hoping for another one to start. She wished no ill fortune on the boys but if their punishments were over it could mean only one thing. Principal Cinch would be coming to deal with the girls next.

 

Twilight did not have to wait long.

The door swung open, and for just an instant Twilight and Sour Sweet saw 3 of their male classmates marching off to the library. Jet Set, Pokey Pierce and Trenderhoof all had flushed red faces and winced as they rubbed the seats of their navy blue uniform trousers.

 

Principal Cinch strode in...tall and ominous. For the first time Twilight saw her cane.

No wonder the boys were rubbing their rear-ends.

Dean Cadance followed her superior, scratching down notes on a clip-board.

 

Twilight and Sour Sweet gave each other a fearful look. It seemed that her classmate had been in this position before, so Twi watched what Sour did. Gripping the edge of the desk, Sour Sweet leaned fully over, laying her breasts on Cinch's desk blotter but never taking her hands off the edge. She had to stand on her tip-toes in this position.

With a nervous gulp, and a few tears, Twilight Sparkle did the same and took up her shameful, vulnerable position next to Sour Sweet.

 

She handed over her clip-board for Cinch's approval. Without a word she reached down and took the hem of Sour Sweet's pleated skirt, flipping it up over the girl's back to expose a set of plain, white cotton panties. Twilight could see none of this, but she could hear the rustle of a skirt being moved and held her breath, anticipating the loss of her own covering any second...

 

The Dean shook her head.

Cinch grumbled about it but did not touch Twilight's skirt.

Cadance left the office. Despite the fact that both girls had been there, listening, all along their Principal explained;

 

And she did not make Sour Sweet wait. As soon as the words passed her lips Principal Cinch drew her cane back and flicked it forward, landing dead-center across both Sour Sweet's cheeks.

*woosh* *THWOP*

Poor Sour did not maintain her hard demeanor long, she was already whimpering as the cane hovered above her buttocks for the second strike.

*THWOP*

She tried to stay tough though, and gritted her teeth through the next 3 lashes.

*THWOP* *THWOP* *THWOP*

Cinch was no more impressed with her display of bravery than she had been with the boys. Sour Sweet was only a third through her punishment...they all gave in.

 

*THWOP*

And it was the 6th lash that pushed Sour over her threshold.

*THWOP*

She shrieked and hopped in place but Cinch allowed the distressed teenager no quarter.

*THWOP*

 

For Twilight this was terrifying. Just 24 inches away from Sour Sweet, she could not see how bad her classmate's bottom looked but she could see the pain in the ponytailed girl's face. Eyes puffy, freckled cheeks wet with tears, her mouth twisted into a miserable theater mask of agony.

*THWOP* *THWOP* *THWOP*

It would have gone easier for Sour Sweet if she was able to stay still, but her jumping made things worse. A handful of cane strokes struck her low on the hind-end, down beyond the protection of her thin panties.

*THWOP* *THWOP*

The teenager's nose ran...she spattered drool all over the desk in front of her every time she wailed. Sour Sweet was in misery and despite her unfriendly behavior earlier Twilight felt heartbreaking pity for her. That pity was mingled with terror though, for Twi knew she would fare no better when the cane began falling on her own bottom. She wasn't counting strokes, but she felt she could not endure the torment poor Sour was suffering.

*THWOP*

 

Principal Cinch had kept a perfectly precise pace, one stroke every 5 seconds, but stopped now.

Sour Sweet tried to squeak out a 'yes ma'am' but she was still choked up and could only manage a drooling whimper.

 

Twilight had not noticed the young woman return; she did not know how long Cadance had been watching.

Abacus Cinch did not look happy with her answer.

Cadance showed her all she had found;

 

Twilight dared to look behind her, heart pounding, her fate resting on what her old babysitter had found. She made eye contact with Cadance and gave her a pleading look but the sad look Cadance returned carried no hope with it.

 

Cinch felt she had her answer.

Cadance tried to save her younger friend though;

Cinch was unimpressed by her defense though.

Twilight's heart jumped into her throat.

 

There was no way Twilight was even going to try to stay tough like the boys.

She didn't even try to match Sour Sweet's resolve. She was already sobbing when Principal Cinch took her plaid skirt and lifted it out of the way. All that protected her now was a thin pair of lace-trimmed panties...

 

Twilight caught Cadance's eye one last time. The Dean of Students had tried her best to save her nerdy bookworm friend from the worst of it, yet could provide nothing but pity now. The last thing Twilight saw before she turned her head was Cadance silently mouthing;

 

*THWOP*

Twilight was not ready for that at all. It was certainly not the first time she'd had her bottom smacked but when her parents had reason to do it at home (a rare event, thankfully) they always gave fair warning before the first terrible spank fell. Cinch gave no such warning.

 

Her mind clouded by the shock and awful burning stripe of pain across her butt cheeks, Twilight forgot her Principal's admonishment to hold onto the desk. She let go and rubbed the seat of her panties frantically.

But Cadance's warning was futile. She was silenced by a cold look from Ms. Cinch who then turned her attention back to the crying girl across her desk.

 

Twilight cried, and kept her cheeks covered with her hands.

Cinch rolled her eyes and muttered;

Twilight wanted to obey, to get this over with, but she'd lost her nerve.

 

Principal Cinch took a deep breath, but otherwise stayed perfectly calm and professional. She could have easily taken the girl's hands and pinned them out of the way on her back, but that was not the way things were done at Crystal Prep. Students were expected to comply with the rules on their own, even on the worst days of their lives.

But Twilight did not move her hands.

Finally, Cadance jumped in.

Cinch counted off another number;

There was a sharpness in Cadance's voice this time that snapped Twilight out of her panicked state.

She did not wait for an answer. Cadance walked over, grabbed Twilight's hands and forcibly placed them back at her side on the edge of the desk.

 

Twilight's voice warbled with fear, but at last she gave a satisfactory answer.

Cinch shot Cadance an annoyed look, but said nothing more. She drew back the switch and started over again at zero.

 

*THWOP* *THWOP* *THWOP*

Twilight went straight into full crying, but it did not impress Principal Cinch. She'd had scores of miserable, scared students across her desk...she'd seen it all.

She did not have to apply much force. A careful swing, then a wrist flick at the end of the arc was enough to leave a burning line of stinging misery on any CPA student's rear-end. It did not matter if she had the hulking school bully or the shy, geeky bookworm across her desk, the same amount of force was used at the same steady pace of one whack every 5 seconds.

*THWOP* *THWOP* *THWOP*

Twilight wailed and jumped with each whack of the cane. Both feet danced on the floor between blows, her whole body shaking in pain and charged with nervous, terrified energy.

*THWOP* *THWOP*

Begging hadn't worked for Sour Sweet, it wasn't working for Twilight. Even worse, all her dancing, trembling and fearful fidgeting made Cinch's aim unreliable. Just like Sour Sweet, Twilight got her share of spanks down below the panty-line, where it really hurt. Her whole rear-end was in pain, but those searing streaks down at the bottom were the absolute worst.

 

*THWOP* *THWOP*

Poor Twi could not fight it any longer. As she often did when naughtiness led her down a path which ended over her Mother or Father's knee she gave up and went limp...desperately hoping it would show the adult in charge that she was really, genuinely sorry...ready to surrender to the lawful rules and be a good girl from now until the end of time. With Principal Cinch though, it made little difference. 15 strokes, one every 5 seconds, there would be no relief until the punishment was over.

 

*THWOP* *THWOP*

It continued. Every nasty sting from Principal Cinch's cane left a bright pink line across her tender purple cheeks. All Twi could do about it was lay there obediently, try her best to stay in position, hopefully avoiding any more terrible thwacks on the bare skin below her panties.

*THWOP*

*THWOP*

 

Principal Cinch stopped. Neither girl was capable of counting beyond the first few spanks but Cinch and Cadance knew both of them stood at 14 strokes.

Sour Sweet, who was still crying in misery, practically shouted her answer;

Her own bottom had cooled down enough that it was beginning to itch terribly, but Sour was still forbidden from rubbing it and she wasn't going to risk more strokes or demerits by easing the torment.

Twilight's heinie was in fresh agony, so it took her longer to reply, but Cinch was patient.

 

The woman pressed her cane across Sour Sweet's butt, sending the girl into a fresh fit of fearful crying. Her bottom had only begun to recover...any more would...

*THWOP*

Twilight's reaction to her final spank was less dramatic. She had no fight left in her. She was just crying as hard as she could in the hopes of letting some of the pain out in tears. One more stripe across her cheeks made little difference.

*THWOP*

She still howled when it ripped across her rear.

 

The task complete, Abacus Cinch slid open a drawer and returned the cane to its resting place. She said nothing to the girls...they were in Dean Cadance's capable hands now.

 

While Twilight remained across Principal Cinch's desk, sobbing and catching her breath, Sour Sweet hopped around the room, dancing from foot to foot and back, rubbing her burning backside as ardently as she could without making it worse.

Cadance rubbed Twilight's back. She pulled out a soft handkerchief and wiped snot and drool off Sour Sweet's face. In time they got control of themselves. Both girls' were still sore and hoarse from crying, but they started to feel human again.

 

Once she felt Cadance had mollycoddled them enough Principal Cinch broke her silence.

Both girls answered in unison.

And that was the last they saw of their Principal until Monday. Cinch remained in her office while Cadance escorted the sniffling girls to the rest room.

 

Twilight Sparkle did not feel any urgency to relieve herself, but she took Ms. Cinch's warning to heart and hurried into a stall. Sour Sweet took the stall next to her. There was a mirror on the door, so Twi risked a few moments delay to turn around and inspect her sore tushie. Even the act of drawing down her soft underpants drew a gasp of pain.

Expecting a bruised, welted posterior Twilight felt a little embarrassed when she saw the actual damage. Her rear was glowing pink, decorated with darker lines where the cane had done its worst, but there were no bruises, no raised welts. In truth her Mother had achieved more with a simple hairbrush.

 

While she considered the state of her poor rear-end Twi heard the tinkling of water next door and realized Sour Sweet was making better use of her precious time, actually relieving herself as Principal Cinch had recommended. Twilight knew she better do the same.

Lowering herself onto the toilet seat was an act of masochism...her tushie might not have looked bad, but it was swollen and tender to the touch. Poor Twi whimpered as she put her weight down on the unforgiving, hard seat, but once settled in she realized she needed to go more than she'd expected.

 

With just a few minutes to spare Twi came out to wash her hands. She found Sour Sweet already at the sink. She was still intimidating, but after what they'd been through together Twilight felt like making one last attempt to reach out.

Sour Sweet just grunted, but at least it sounded like a civil grunt.

 

Sour Sweet looked at her and actually smiled.

Twilight could hardly believe her ears.

She hoped that didn't sound too dorky.

Sour Sweet went on;

Huh?

Wait...what?

Sour shoved a finger right in Twilight's chest, poking hard enough to hurt.

 

Twilight was so shocked she felt like crying again. She was just trying to be friendly!

She punctuated the threat with one last stab of her finger, dead center, right on the front-hook clasp of Twilight's bra. The plastic dug in hard enough to scratch her skin.

With one last snarl, Sour Sweet stomped off to detention.

 

Twilight followed, lonely, heartbroken and really, REALLY sore, but all she could do was follow Sour into detention. Twilight was used to being alone but after the caning she really didn't want to spend 7 and a half hours all by herself. Maybe some of the boys would be friendly. Maybe it would be like that movie, where the kids spend all day in detention, learn all kinds of new stuff about each other and bond as friends.

But it wasn't like that movie at all.

 

She took her seat. It hurt just as much as the toilet seat had.

The school librarian was not happy to be stuck supervising detention on a Saturday.

 

Twilight raised her hand.

No books? 7 and a half hours in the library and she couldn't even touch a book?

She protested desperately;

All around her she could hear the other kids snickering: 'dork', 'butt kisser', 'egg-head'.

 

Twilight shut up quickly. She already had three new ones on her account. She looked up at the clock, but it was taped over. Students in detention weren't even allowed to know how much time they had left. Just sit on your sore, burning butt and be bored.

 

And that's all Twilight could do. For the next seven and a half hours all she could do was sit and think.

About how excluded she was here.

About how she missed Spike.

About how out of place she felt.

Most of all she thought about the Everton Independent Study Program. She could be all alone there, she could concentrate solely on research. Nobody really wanted her here anyway. What was the point of being at Crystal Prep if she could learn just as much by herself? So she resolved to apply for the Everton Program. It seemed like her only way out.

Twilight knew there had to be more out there.

 

END