Naughty Schoolfilly Twilight by kangaroomerang

(Cheeri / Twily)

F/F, M/F, ruler, stick, paddle, over desk, corner, bruises, non-consensual

 

(09/04/2014)

 

 

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This is the sequel to Naughty Little Twilight here:

 

"Honey Cream, eyes on your own work," you warn.

"You're a bad little filly, Twilight Sparkle! A very BAD! LITTLE! FILLY!"

"Do you know that you deserve this spanking? And now, little girl, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

"And I hope you've learned your lesson, you bad girl!"

 

"All right, class, pass your papers forward," you call out to a chorus of groans.

"And I'd like to announce a special early dismissal today."

"Fucking FINALLY" you mutter, laying your head down on your desk and slipping your right hoof between your legs.

"Twilight Sparkle, you've been a naughty, naughty girl," you whisper to yourself, roughly massaging your folds. "Naughty girls get spanked, don't they Twily? Isn't that right? In fact your mommy still spanks you on your bare bottom like a foal, doesn't she? DOESN'T SHE?! You'd better answer me right this minute or I'll--"

"Yeah, cry for your mommy, Twilight," you let out between grunts. "Take what you've got coming to you. You're going to get your bottom blistered, aren't you? Yes you are. You little brat. You big baby. You...you...you..."

"...you BITCH."

"Ohhhh fuck," you pant, your sides heaving as dark spots begin to clear from your vision. "What did you do to me, you stupid mare?"

 

"Hello, Miss Cheerilee!" calls Twilight Velvet from the library window as you approach. "Come right in, we'll just be a moment."

"There's an open-air cafe here in town that's quite nice," you suggest, feeling a wave of relief that her mother didn't seem to have changed her mind one bit -- and that you didn't have to look into Twilight's accusing eyes.

"That sounds fine, dear," answers Twilight Velvet, peering at her reflection in a mirror as she fusses with her mane. "Little Twily won't be joining us. She knows she's getting a spanking tonight and I've told her to kept her nose planted right there and not move a muscle until we come back."

"Is that Miss Cheerilee I hear?" calls Twilight's father Night Light as he descends the stairs. He steps past his daughter without a second glance. "We've worked up quite an appetite! Ready to go, honey?"

 

"So, Miss Cheerilee," Twilight Velvet begins. "We're excited about disciplining Twily in a school setting, and want to thank you for letting us use the classroom. Is there anything we should do to prepare?"

" Well..." you respond, not sure what to say. You had spanked fillies and colts in your classroom before -- that wasn't unusual in a setting like Ponyville. "I have all the traditional tools of correction already, but given Twilight's age we should go farther with the length and severity of her punishment."

"And the goal of classroom discipline," you continue, "as opposed to parental discipline, is to teach the misbehaving pony that they are never exempt from proper standards of behavior no matter where they are. And that's..."

"What is it, dear?" says Twilight Velvet.

"That's where your daughter needs a reminder," you say, completely throwing Twilight under the bus. "She's had an attitude problem since she arrived. Nose in the air. Too good for most ponies. Rude."

"I...see," says Twilight Velvet, her voice cold.

 

"Miss Cheerilee, please go directly to the schoolhouse to get it ready," she'd said to you. "I don't want to waste any time. My husband and I will collect our daughter and be there shortly."

"And I have never, EVER been so ashamed with your behavior as I am right now," came the sound of Twilight's mother. "When I heard that report from Miss Cheerilee and realized that you've been LYING to your father and I about your good behavior..."

"ow ow ow ow ow ow ow" says Twilight in a soft voice, until her mother finally relents and the magical grip around her ear fades.

"Well, we're here," announces Twilight Velvet. "And I have NEVER seen a filly more in need of a good spanking than this little filly right here."

"And we brought along something special," she adds. "Something that should help Twily get in the right frame of mind for what's going to happen to her tonight."

"Put it on, Twily," she orders. "We're waiting."

 

"M-mom..." Twilight stutters. "But that's..."

"Your schoolfilly uniform from Celestia's academy in Canterlot," her mother confirms. "I found it in your room, folded away under your bed. Now let's see how well it fits."

"Don't you DARE refuse to cooperate," she hisses. "You're in enough trouble as it is. Your father and I hoped we wouldn't need to use this, but..."

"Daddy no..." Twilight whispers.

"There you go again, Twilight," he says, folding the belt over on itself and swishing it through the air, leaving a streak of magic behind. "Always no, always refusing, always some reason why you can't obey the simplest instructions."

"You know the drill," he says. "Down to your knees in the front, rear legs up all the way."

"Tail," Night Light barks.

"Mmmmm fffffffff" Twilight mutters, clamping her lips shut to stifle her scream.

"Tonight you will be obedient--"

"And do--"

"What--"

"You're--"

"TOLD!"

"Mmmhmmm mm mm mm MMMM!" Twilight moans, somehow maintaining the composure to keep from crying out.

"Pick that up and put it back in the bag. Pick it up with your mouth."

"Twily?" reminds her mother. "The uniform. We've waited long enough."

 

"Miss Cheerilee?" Twilight Velvet says. "Will you help little Twily get dressed?"

"Arms up, Twily," you say. "That's a good girl."

"Step into your skirt, Twily."

"Now your panties," you say. "Step into them the same way."

"Twily, get moving," her mother snaps. "We don't have all night."

"Do what I say," you whisper, "or you'll get the belt again."

"There's my big filly," you say loudly, drawing the panties up Twilight's thighs and rubbing them against her swollen buttocks as you pull them into position with a snap of elastic.

"Twilight Velvet, Night Light, what do you think?" you announce.

"My, my, my," Twilight's mother says with a mocking smile. "What a naughty little schoolfilly."

 

"Twilight Velvet, Night Light, I'm going to begin now," you announce. "Twilight needs to undergo several stages of punishment if we want this session to have its desired effect."

"In my classroom, most offenses are dealt with through a yardstick, pointer, or wooden paddle," you say. "The yardstick is the least severe of the three, so we'll start with that. Twily, please put your front hooves on my desk."

"Twily, I'm going to ask you a second time," you warn, noticing that her parents are watching to see how you handle this. "If I have to ask you a third time I'm going to pull down your panties."

"Scootch all the way forward, Twily," you instruct. "And lay flat."

"Twilight Velvet, Night Light, come around to this side, please," you say. "Unfortunately we don't use uniforms at Ponyville Elementary, but they offer many options to scale your discipline. A fairly well-behaved filly might get spanked over her skirt, for example, which lessens the pain of each whack. A slightly naughtier filly might get her skirt flipped up in front of the whole classroom and receive her spanking on the seat of her panties."

"Because Twily's skirt is a teensy-weensy bit too short for her, we'll have to go directly to a panty spanking," you say with a smile.

"Twily, pull up your skirt," you order, as you walk to the back of the room to retrieve a yardstick.

 

"The yardstick is a classic instrument of discipline," you say to Twilight's parents. "It definitely stings, and the shame of receiving a public punishment does the rest."

"Just bring it back, then swing it forward -- like so."

"Stay in position, Twily," you warn. "If my grade-school fillies can take it, I would hope a big girl like you can be just as brave."

"You'll notice I'm concentrating my swings on Twily's little panties," you say, "and the fat parts of her bottom they cover."

"Let's see how our little schoolfilly is holding up," you say, stepping forward and placing one hoof on the waistband of Twilight's panties. "The marks are more important than the reaction. Some fillies just like to kick up a fuss. Don't let that fool you."

"Have a look," you say, as Twilight's parents crowd in close. "Little Twily's bottom looks well-punished, but most of that is from yesterday's hairbrush. We'll just have to keep going. Twily, pull your panties up for us."

"Next up," you announce, "is the rod."

 

"This," you say, whipping the pointer sharply back and forth with a whistle of air, "is the rod. Notice the very small surface area. When this hits--"

"--it leaves a very nasty welt."

"hhhhnneeeeEEEEEEEEEEE" comes a keening, high-pitched wail, building in intensity and echoing off the walls of the cozy little schoolroom

"EEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEE" comes the sound.

"Stop that racket right now, young filly," she orders. "You're not fooling anyone."

"Listen to your mother, Twily," you say. "That was only the first stroke. You big baby."

"hhhhhhhEEEEEEEEeeee" shrieks Twilight, giving you a surge of satisfaction.

"You can see how I'm disciplining Twily across her thighs," you tell her parents, nodding at your handiwork. "It's a fresh target, and her schoolfilly panties offer no protection."

"eeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Twilight screeches, at a pitch that could shatter glass.

 

"Stop that," snarls her mother in disgust. "Stop that this instant. Do you make this much noise when the princess spanks you?"

"The princess?" you offer, your tone light but questioning.

"Princess Celestia punishes her," answers Twilight Velvet, matter-of-factly. "It started when she entered the academy, right after she got her cutie mark. But it never really stopped. Isn't that right, Twily?"

"Give her five for disobedience, please," says Twilight Velvet, looking in your direction.

"aaaaIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Twilight screeches.

"That loosened your tongue, didn't it Twily?" asks Night Light. "Answer your mother or next time you'll get ten."

"I don't...I don't," she stammers, looking back over her shoulder at her parents. "I don't remember what..."

"Oh, you don't remember," scoffs her mother. "Glad to see our tuition put to such good use in your education. I asked you about the princess, Twilight Sparkle. About her spanking you."

"Yes!" Twilight blurts out. "Yes, she spanked me!"

"She spanked you," challenges her mother, "or she SPANKS you?"

"...she spanks me" she says in a quiet voice.

 

"Princess Celestia spanked little Twily over her knee for years," she says with a smile. "She'd list the punishments in the weekly discipline reports. Every one Twily got at school, she'd get a second one at home."

"The princess...never stopped?" you offer. "Isn't that Twily said?"

"Well the princess doesn't spank Twily for smaller infractions any more," says Twilight Velvet. "That's what mom and dad are for."

"But for the serious stuff," he chimes in, "you'd better believe she still gets it. When was your last spanking from the princess, Twily?"

"I...I think it was...a while ago," she says softly.

"Your memory's better than that, little filly," she warns. "It was that business over that spell, wasn't it?"

"Y...yes..." Twilight answers.

"Yes WHAT?!" snaps her mother. "Answer like a grown mare unless you LIKE being treated like a filly. Tell Miss Cheerilee what you got spanked for."

"After I cast the want-it need-it spell on Ponyville," she recites. "The next day Princess Celestia ordered me to Canterlot."

"So it wasn't a business trip?" you remark.

"Oh heavens no," says Twilight Velvet. "Twilight reported to the castle immediately. And the princess spanked her over her knee for nearly an hour."

 

"Well," you announce, "as disciplinarians we're in good company. Good enough for Celestia, good enough for Equestria."

"Our thinking exactly," agrees Twilight Velvet. "Twily may be throwing a tantrum right now, shrieking so loud half of Ponyville can hear her. But deep down she knows she deserves it."

"As the teacher here at Ponyville Elementary," you begin, "I reserve the paddle for severe offenses. It's heavy, covers a lot of area for smacking, and transforms your swing into power."

"Most of my students aren't naughty enough to earn this," you say, walking back to your desk. "But those that do get it several times a semester."

"For this, I'd like to deliver the whacks on Twily's bare bottom," you announce. "And I'd like each of you to take your own turns after I've demonstrated the proper technique."

"Didn't you hear what I said, Twilight Sparkle?" you bark. "Bare bottom means bare bottom. NOW."

"Don't play games with me, little filly," you warn. "Bare bottom means panties down to your knees."

"That's better," you say, admiring the riot of colors and marks on her flesh.

"Before we begin," you say, knowing Twilight isn't going to speak to you, "are there any apologies you'd like to make?"

"Too bad," making a tsk-tsk sound. "You just earned extra."

 

"ffffffffffffff--" you hear, as Twilight inhales sharply over clenched teeth.

"nnnnnnnnnn" Twilight lets out.

"hhhhaaaaaaaaaa" she exhales, a half-vocalized cry.

"staaaaaaah" she says.

"staaaAAAAAAH!" she repeats, louder.

"STAAAAHP IT!" Twilight screams, pounding her front hooves on the desktop.

"TWILIGHT SPARKLE, HOW DARE YOU?!" she shouts. "This is YOUR punishment and you WILL take it like a big girl."

"May I?"

"Of course," you say.

"Now let's see how you like getting it from mommy," she growls.

"OWWWWWWWWWW" Twilight roars, loud and raw.

"AAAAOOOOOOWW!"

"hng hng hng hneehneehnee" Twilight whinnies, her shoulders shaking.

"Are you going to tell me to 'stop it,' like you did so rudely to Miss Cheerilee just now?"

"Nnnnooo ho ho!"

"And are you going to apologize to Miss Cheerilee for your inexcusable outburst?"

"Yeh-heh-hesss!"

"Then do it."

"I'm...sorry," says Twilight softly, her eyes shut tight.

"Look at others when you address them, Twily," says her mother. "You know better."

"I'm SORRY," she forces out, her jaw tight.

"You're a good girl for doing what mommy told you," says Twilight Velvet. "But now it's daddy's turn to spank."

 

"You know how this goes, Twily," he says. "I'm not going to stop until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. So don't push me."

"You've disappointed me Twily," he says. "For the next few minutes, I want you to think about that."

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" she wails, halfway between a sob and a scream. "WAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"WAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA" she sobs, shoulders shaking and eyes squeezed shut in pain and shame. "AAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA..."

"Daddeeeee PLEASE!" screams Twilight, lifting her body up off the desktop with her front hooves.

"Velvet dear," says Night Light, glancing over at his wife. "Will you please hold her down?"

 

"d-d-daddy," Twilight sniffles. "y-you don't have--"

"--WAAAAA HAA HAAAAAAA"

"aaaaaOOOWWWWWWWW"

"hhhAAAAAnnnAAAAA"

"nnnnnnngh" Twilight swallows a scream and bucks against her mother's hold.

"HhhhAAAAA!" Twilight gasps, thrashing her shoulders but unable to escape.

"Aaaa haaa haaaaa! Momeeeee!"

"Look at me, Twilight Sparkle," she orders.

"Aaaahooooowww!" Twilight squeals, but does what her mother told her.

"Do you know what I see when I look at that messy, crying, runny face?"

"nnnNNGG! n-no..."

"I see a little filly who's sorry she got caught, and who's crying like it's her first day at magic kindergarten."

"But I also see a little filly who can learn to be good, if she remembers the lesson she's getting right now."

"Baaaaa haaaa haaaaaaaaa..." Twilight wails, at last breaking down into hoarse, choking sobs.

"aaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaa"

"huuuuu huuuu hnnn..."

 

"Often the best action at this point is corner time," you speak up. "Her bottom is going to hurt no matter what, but when a naughty filly is forced to stick her nose in the corner to show off the severity of her session for everyone in the room -- that's a beneficial dose of shame."

"Oh of course," says Twilight Velvet, picking herself up from the desk where she'd been pinning her daughter in place. "I don't know what I was thinking! Night Light and I are firm believers in corner time."

"Get moving, girl," she warns. "Muzzle in the corner, and not a peep out of you."

"No, Twily," you say firmly. "Leave your panties where they are, around your knees. You won't like what will happen if you let them fall."

"Get moving Twily," growls her mother, "or we'll be here all night."

"That's better," says Twilight Velvet, delivering another SWAT on her daughter's glowing rear with her hoof. "Now you just stay right like that, until the adults in the room tell you otherwise. Do you understand me?"

"Yeth mummuh," Twilight slurs, her nose and lips squashed against the rough wooden wall.

 

"Everything all right, Miss Cheerilee?" calls Twilight Velvet.

"Yes, everything's fine," you answer. "Just seeing if Twily's ready for the finishing-up portion. I'll let you know."

"She's ready," you announce.

 

"Twily's had enough spanking for one night," you begin, "but there's another type of schoolroom punishment I like to use for disobedient fillies like her."

"To ensure that Twilight has learned her lesson, she's going to write lines," you say, placing a pencil and a sheet of paper down on the desk. "Twilight Sparkle, come here and have a seat."

"Freeze," you order, as you reach over and flip her skirt back up. "Now sit."

"One hundred lines is typical for most misbehaving students," you tell her parents, then shift your attention to Twilight. "Twily, write the following one hundred times: 'I WILL BE A GOOD FILLY AND OBEY MY PARENTS OR I WILL GET SPANKED.'"

"Actually dear, we were talking between the two of us," she says. "And we were just saying how impressed we are by your methods of discipline, and your experience, and your professional credentials as an educator."

"And we'll be returning to Canterlot soon, and we won't be able to keep an eye on Twily as often as we'd like, and..."

"And we'd both appreciate it if you'd fill the role? Of disciplinarian?"

"Twily," she says, "get going on those lines. And what you're going to write is, 'I GIVE MISS CHEERILEE PERMISSION TO PUNISH ME WHEN I'VE BEEN NAUGHTY.'"

 

"Let's see how little Twily is doing," you announce, stepping forward. "Pencil down, please."

"This is acceptable," you tell her parents, "but when it comes to penmanship, magic can be a crutch for unicorns."

"Continue, Twily. This time, with your mouth."

"Stop," you say, having retrieved an item from your desk. "Let's see your work."

"This is sloppy, Twilight Sparkle," you say coldly. "It looks like a foal wrote it. Hold out your right hoof."

"Oww wow wowwww!" Twilight shrieks, letting the pencil tumble from her mouth

"Poor penmanship indicates poor motivation," you say, as her parents nod. "Magic isn't a shortcut for everything in life, Twily."

"Continue," you order.

"You dropped it on the floor," you say with a sigh. "Get out of your seat and pick it up. With your mouth."

 

"Now continue," you order. "I'm not asking again."

"Sloppy," you sniff. "Hold out your left hoof. And if you drop that pencil again we're going to revisit that bare bottom of yours."

"Continue," you say.

"Finished, Twily?" you ask. "Let's take a look."

"Both hooves out over the desk," you order, your voice full of fury. "And don't you dare pull your hooves back or drop that pencil. You're lucky I'm not making you start over from scratch."

"mmmNnnnHhhhHhhh!" Twilight whinnies, as you move to the other side of the desk.

"mmmmmHheeeheeeheee" Twilight lets out, registering the explosion of agony in her hoof.

"NnnggggghhAAAA--"

"mmmmmRRNnngh!"

"Next time we have to do this, Twily," you warn, "you'll get extra if you ruin your pencil with teeth marks."

 

"And if you don't think we MEAN it," Twilight Velvet had warned, her teeth bared and her muzzle inches from Twilight's face, "just try us. If we get even ONE report from Miss Cheerilee that says you're being uncooperative, your father and I will be on the next train to Ponyville. And the spanking you get when we arrive will make tonight's session seem like a birthday party."

"Twilight Sparkle, I'm very, very disappointed in you," you begin, rubbing your secret spot, slippery with your juices. "You've been a bad filly. And you know what happens to bad fillies. Tonight I'm starting with the belt."

 

Da End