Do It Yourself by Pan


                                            Do It Yourself by Pan

                                            (Rainbow / Scootaloo)


                                            (26/12/2017)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/31472117/#q31612769


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                                            >Dropseat jammies and a new manebrush

                                            >Dashie "hid" those two presents in one obvious corner of Dash's closet

                                            >She knew Scoots snooped through there in the past

                                            >Scoot got home from school about an hour before Dash clocked out of her weather duties every day

                                            "Dear Scootaloo,

                                            If you're reading this, it means you've been putting your muzzle in places it shouldn't be. Yes, I knew you might look through here and be tempted.

                                            >Abort! Abort!

                                            It's too late to back out now, young filly. I'm disappointed in you, but you will make good using the gift you unwrapped early.


                                            First, unwrap the other present that you found here. Don't worry, you won't get in any more trouble than you and your flanks are already in.

                                            >Not that it was any surprise to Scootaloo, but seeing the oblique spanking reference made her even more nervous


                                            Disregard the note in the other box. That note is the same as this one, just flipped around for you to be opening this box second. Yeah, I'm that awesome. Thought you would know by now.


                                            What I DON'T want you disregarding in the other box is your new manebrush. Notice its strong oak backside. You will be feeling it on your backside soon enough. Give it a test swat if you want.

                                            >Scoot decided to pass on that opportunity


                                            Use the bathroom if you need to. I want you to focus on your upcoming spanking.

                                            >gulp

                                            >To buy her some time and get her mind off the note, Scootaloo took care of her restroom needs

                                            >She was fidgety and nervous, so even the bathroom took longer than usual


                                            Done? Put on these PJs. They were supposed to be a comfy way to stay warm in the winter. Sadly it seems you were too eager to try them out, and it is your bottom that will be staying warm today.


                                            Undo the rear flap. Carry your new manebrush downstairs and put it on the kitchen table. Since you've been putting your muzzle in places it shouldn't be, now you need to put your muzzle in the one place it needs to be - the corner of the living room.


                                            NOW, young filly."

                                            >Scootaloo didn't know what to do

                                            >Rainbow Dash spanked her all the time

                                            >But would Scoot really go along with all the pre-spanking setup when she was all alone?

                                            >The note couldn't spank her

                                            >But Dashie sure can!

                                            >How long has it been? Will Rainbow be back early?

                                            >Scoots scrambles to get the pajamas on

                                            >Partial compliance will buy her some sympathy

                                            >Her hoof hovers over the dropseat

                                            >Will she really undo her last line of defense against a manebrushing?

                                            >Eep! Rainbow said to go fast and I've taken too long! She could be home any minute!

                                            >Fear motivates Scootaloo to invite the cool breeze of the cloud home over her cheeks.

                                            >The last step, and the hardest one

                                            >She takes the manebrush in her mouth (ew! this tastes awful!)

                                            >and walks downstairs

                                            >She sets the manebrush where it needs to be

                                            >Lets out a sigh

                                            >And does what she's never done before

                                            >Put herself in the corner for her own spanking


                                            >Now, the waiting starts...

                                            >All she can feel is the cool air on her rump

                                            >All she can think about is how hard that wood will smack her fanny


                                            >Scoot's muzzle is touching two of the cloud walls

                                            >It was harder to do it this way, but Rainbow wasn't the only pony who insisted on the double-touch

                                            >The CMCs got in trouble in the Belle household and all three of them had to get a very close look at the walls of their house

                                            >Scootaloo's snout was jammed into the corner so far that she could only see the walls to her side

                                            >Her head blocked out most of the light

                                            >Alone with her thoughts and without any distractions

                                            >I'm getting spanked as soon as Dash walks in the door!

                                            >She clenched her butt

                                            >There's no hiding what I did and I don't even get extra time to find the implement, change clothes, or use the bathroom!

                                            >unclench

                                            >it made her feel safe, but she couldn't do it forever

                                            >I can't stall!

                                            >Dash has me over a barrel for sure!

                                            >Scootaloo's thoughts drifted into a language-free emotional dread

                                            >Then they drifted to other matters

                                            >I haven't been on my scooter in a while

                                            >And it's been even longer since I've gotten better at it

                                            >I'm in a

                                            (some muffled noises outside)

                                            >she jumped

                                            >Is that her?

                                            >Is that somepony else?

                                            >What do ponies think of me when they see me in corner time constantly?

                                            >I'm not a foal!

                                            >Hmph.

                                            >She knew all too well that ponies could look in to the living room when they passed in front of Dash's house

                                            >Rainbow lived in an uncrowded area

                                            >Every noise in corner time made her incredibly nervous

                                            >It takes an agonizing second to process if the noise is outside or coming from her future spanker

                                            >After her first few meetings with the naughty corner, Scootaloo went outside Dash's house and found that it was far too easy to see into where she served her corner time

                                            >In reality, ponies weren't very concerned with a single bratty filly in the corner awaiting a spanking

                                            >Such a sight is common in Cloudsdale

                                            >But for Scootaloo, center of her world, every single noise was a pony outside grinning at the little foal ready for spankies


                                            >Scoots' cheeks flooded with embarrassment

                                            >"Why does that pony have to be watching me?"

                                            >"What if it's a pony couple?"

                                            >"Or worse, a family with foals."

                                            >"They're all laughing at me because it's not their rump in the corner."

                                            >"The grown-ups probably think I deserve this."

                                            >"Adults always do."

                                            >Dejected, she concluded:

                                            >"I do deserve this."


                                            ...


                                            >"I should just leave the corner. Tell Dash that I just got her note and was about to follow the instructions."

                                            >"I've WASTED all this time staring at stupid walls!"

                                            >The winter air was doing her and her bottom no favors

                                            >Every time an air current passed through the house, Scootaloo was reminded of her compromising position

                                            >Her butt totally exposed to the elements

                                            >and soon enough, to the element of loyalty

                                            >"How soon?"

                                            >"HOW SOON?!!"

                                            >full clench

                                            >"This has to be the longest corner time of my life."

                                            >"Ugh! If I wanted to leave I could've done it and come back by now!"

                                            >"Rainbow would never catch on!"

                                            >"But-"

                                            >An annoying voice in her head told her

                                            >"You deserve this."

                                            >She nudged the wall with her hoof

                                            >"I wish my conscience wasn't ganging up with Rainbow Dash to make me miserable."

                                            >Any second, Rainbow could appear

                                            >Scoots' only rest came when her mind wandered away from her imminent whapping

                                            >As soon as she re-focused, her anxiety came back fully

                                            >Heightened, in fact, because forgetting she was about to be spanked meant losing track of time

                                            >She had no idea how much time had passed

                                            >"Not only that, there's no law that says Rainbow Dash comes home at five every day."

                                            >"She could be late."

                                            >"That would leave me and my dumb rump sticking out forever."

                                            >"My behind would become a tourist attraction."

                                            >It FELT like her longest corner time ever, but time passes differently in the corner

                                            >A supposed five-minute time-out seemed to take an eternity when she said a naughty word in front of Rainbow Dash

                                            >"Hay, I learned it from Rainbow Dash."

                                            >"She just doesn't want me making the same mistakes she did."

                                            >That didn't stop Scootaloo from being bitter about her current punishment

                                            >Rainbow was such an emphatic and physical teacher


                                            ...


                                            >"Ah!"

                                            >She heard the door open

                                            >Scootaloo kept her mouth shut, disciplined even as she was about to be disciplined

                                            >Ohno

                                            >Her long-distance captor was finally--

                                            >"Scoot, I'm home!"

                                            >I'm not supposed to talk in corner time, but do I make an exception here?

                                            >"Scootaloo?"

                                            >No, it's probably part of the punishment.

                                            >"Oh, there you are. Um... I see you got the note?"

                                            >Scoots turned out of the corner and moved a hoof towards her idol.

                                            >"Hey, back in that corner, missy! I didn't say come out."

                                            >Stupid! I should've known better...

                                            >"I'll be right back with your new manebrush. Don't move."

                                            >I can't take this!

                                            >"Wow, it was just where I said it should be. I'm impressed you followed all those directions, Scootaloo. DID you follow all my directions? You can answer me."

                                            >I didn't go in the corner right away like a good filly...

                                            >"Um..."

                                            >"What is it, Scootaloo?"

                                            >"I um... I really tried to follow your directions, Rainbow Dash."

                                            >"And?"

                                            >"And I did but.. um... I didn't exactly go straight into the corner. I started doing what you said step by step, but at the I read the last part all at once without doing it right away. And it took me a minute to put myself in the corner."

                                            >AAAH! WHY DID I SAY THAT?!

                                            >"Okay. When you say 'a minute', how long do you mean?"

                                            >"No more than one hundred and twenty seconds, Rainbow Dash!"

                                            >(heh) "Affirmative, cadet Scootaloo."

                                            >"Was it hard to do what the note said without somepony watching you do it?"

                                            >"It was torture!"

                                            >"Well it -was- a punishment. You can come out now and sit on the couch."

                                            >"Thank you, Rainbow Dash!"

                                            >Scoot bolted out of the corner and plopped herself on one end of the cloud-couch

                                            >Rainbow was already sitting on the other side

                                            >"Try thanking me when I'm lighting up your rear-end."

                                            >Scootaloo curled her tail around her backside

                                            >Is that subconscious?

                                            "One thing I didn't realize when I wrote the note was how cold the house would be while you waited."

                                            >"Um, yeah, it can get chilly with all the drafts."

                                            >"That's what the PJs were for. That's why I got them for you."

                                            >Scoot flushed red, feeling silly for ruining a thoughtful gift

                                            >"But is your butt cold since it wasn't covered?"

                                            >"Yeah... a bit..."

                                            >Scoot rubbed her head with her hoof sheepishly

                                            >"That's good, because I can warm it up for you."

                                            >Scoot squirmed on the couch

                                            >Drat! I walked right into that one!

                                            >We'll talk about how you didn't follow the note later."

                                            >gulp

                                            "For now, you're getting a spanking for going through my stuff and opening a gift you knew was supposed to be for Hearth's Warming."


                                            >"Later?! I'm gonna get spanked twice for telling the truth?!"

                                            >"And deserve it."

                                            >"SHUT UP!"

                                            >Rainbow moved to the center of the couch and patted her lap with her hoof

                                            "Scoot your boot, kiddo."

                                            (snif) "Okay..."

                                            >Scootaloo used her front hooves to support herself as she lifted onto the couch

                                            >She flutters her wings in nervousness and to give her a little boost

                                            >With Dashie grabbing her front hooves and leading her into position, she climbs over Rainbow Dash's lap

                                            "Eep!"

                                            >Rainbow grabbed Scoot's back legs and uses them to move her butt to the center of Rainbow's lap

                                            >Scootaloo had no say in the matter

                                            >First she had to watch the corner, then she can't even decide how her keister is placed on Rainbow Dash's lap

                                            "Just setting up your bottom, Scoot. Same as always."

                                            >She pats Scootaloo's rump, wanting to lighten Scoot's mood

                                            "Let's get this taken care of, then you can tell me about your day."

                                            >"Y-yeah! No problem, Rainbow Dash!"

                                            >She's scared out of her mind.

                                            >The corner time proved very effective at making her think about her impending chastisement.

                                            "Uh, Scootaloo?"

                                            "Yes, mom- Imean, ma'am?"

                                            "-This-"

                                            >Rainbow patted her rump through Scoot's tail

                                            >It was practically grafted onto her hindquarters

                                            "Has to go."

                                            "Yeah... sure."

                                            >She stops clenching her tail so close to her tail-end

                                            >It flutters once, anxiously, around her bottom

                                            "C-can you do it?"

                                            "Sure thing, Scoots."

                                            >A whispered "ah" when Rainbow sweeps the naughty tail out of the way


                                            (CRACK!)

                                            >Scootaloo didn't even see Rainbow grab the manebrush

                                            >She was a tough filly

                                            >She was going to prove it to Dash and not make a noise

                                            >"Not for the whole spanking!"

                                            >"Ow!"

                                            >Two good stingers to each of Scoot's rear cheeks

                                            >Rainbow followed up a full swat with a quick smack onto the same cheek

                                            (inhale)

                                            >"There goes that plan. I'm such a foal!"

                                            >"I wasn't expecting (ow!!) the double-tap."

                                            >Her bottom had no time to recover

                                            >Rainbow's pace was not a gallop, but it was no slow jog either

                                            (CRACK!) (WHACK!)

                                            >Almost all of Scooty's booty was being assaulted

                                            >Every few seconds a new imprint of that awful brush onto her backside

                                            >"It stings worse than it tastes!"

                                            "OWW! Rainbow Daaash--!"

                                            >"At least she's staying away from my sitspots."

                                            >"--for now. WHY DID I HAVE TO PEEK?"

                                            "Scoot-"

                                            (SMACK)

                                            "A-"

                                            (SMACK)

                                            "Loo!"

                                            (SMACK)

                                            "You knew better and you went hunting around for presents you're getting in a few weeks anyway. Don't give me that 'Rainbow Dash' junk. You're tougher than that."

                                            >Scootaloo did not feel tough

                                            >Sniffling over her mentor's lap

                                            >The crack of the brush was nothing like the almost loving feeling of a hoof

                                            >Even if that hoof was lighting up your tush

                                            >This brush felt sterile

                                            >Even worse, it was bigger than Rainbow Dash's hoof

                                            (snif)

                                            >Each sting covered more area

                                            >Scoot's keister was entirely pink

                                            >Warmed up just like Rainbow Dash promised

                                            >Some splotches of red were forming across the parts of her rump with the most cushioning

                                            >Dash focused her efforts there

                                            >Each (ah) smack (no!) made Scoot feel like a naughtier and naughtier foal

                                            "I hope you think of this next time you want to sneak around places you're not supposed to be."

                                            (CRACK!)

                                            "OOOW! Rain-"

                                            >Scoot stopped herself

                                            (CRACK!)

                                            >Searing pain across both of her undercurves

                                            "Umh-!"


                                            "We still need to discuss following directions in this household."

                                            >Scoot was resigned, quiet, and still sniffling from her spanking

                                            >She nodded

                                            "Mm-hm."


                                            "But for now, tell me about your day. Let me brush out your mane and tail."


                                            >Scoots was no longer bothered by her current position

                                            >Nothing had changed

                                            >She was across Rainbow's legs with her rear-end very accessible

                                            >But she trusted Dash to not sneak in any bonus swats

                                            >"Maybe if I did something bad..."

                                            >But she shook that thought from her mind.

                                            "We learned more about how cultures around Equestria celebrate Hearth's Warming. I never thought of it before, but there aren't pine trees in the desert!"

                                            "Is that so? We never learned about that! Soon you'll be smarter than me!"

                                            >Rainbow Dash brushed Scootaloo's mane, listening to the adventures of the day

                                            >She was on the tail by the time she heard about how she went looking around Dashie's closet

                                            "I'm sorry I went looking where I wasn't supposed to, Dash. I guess I was too impatient."

                                            "Don't sweat it, kiddo."

                                            >Dash had come across a stubborn patch of Scoot's tail

                                            "Hey!"

                                            >Scoot shimmied in minor pain

                                            >Rainbow gave her some time to get over it

                                            >But it was getting hard to brush her

                                            >Dash held the manebrush against Scoot's left rump-cheek.

                                            "..! Rainbow Dash!"

                                            >She squirmed even harder after feeling that wood against her butt again

                                            "Calm down, Scootaloo."

                                            "I-- I will!"

                                            "Good filly."

                                            >Dash completed the brushing without further complaint.

                                            >This was the kind of parenting Rainbow Dash loved

                                            >Sure, she technically was not Scootaloo's mother

                                            >But just after a spanking, a filly was on her best behavior

                                            >Little patches of red against a pink backside told Rainbow she did a good job

                                            >A little squirming red fanny below Scoot's tail when she got to the tough parts

                                            >But Rainbow could brush out Scoot's tail without backtalk

                                            >and have her not look like a neglected foal

                                            >Scoot's old family life broke Rainbow's heart

                                            >Even the rosy cheeks were good in Dash's eyes

                                            >It's nice to show that there's somepony out there who cares whether Scoots does right or wrong

                                            "Now, about what you told me."

                                            "Yes, Rainbow Dash?"

                                            "First, let's get this covered up."

                                            >Dash started to re-hook the rear flap of the pajamas

                                            "No!"

                                            >Dash looked at her

                                            "I... um... it feels better like this."

                                            "Suit yourself. Sit up though."

                                            "Okay."

                                            "Scootaloo, I'm... -proud- of you. Not many fillies would do all the stuff I asked in the note without somepony to watch over them."

                                            "You are?"

                                            "You bet your butt I am! You knew you did wrong and gave yourself the first part of the punishment that would make it right."

                                            "But I... I didn't do it right away."

                                            "You're right, you didn't. But how do I know that?"

                                            "Um..."

                                            "Because you TOLD me, you silly filly! Don't you know how much courage that takes?"

                                            "Uh, yeah, I guess."

                                            "Not 'I guess'. You know as well as I do how many times I've busted your behind to try and set you on the right path. And you were honest with me when all it did was guarantee a sore bottom sometime in your future."

                                            >"I'm so sick of spankings!"

                                            "Um..."

                                            "But because you were my perfect little filly, I'm going easy on you. Today and tomorrow."

                                            "Tomorrow?"

                                            "Yeah, you're not getting out of spanking number two. But I'm telling you right now it won't be as bad as today. I just want you thinking about how the flame in your hindquarters is going to be rekindled tomorrow because of that little doubt in your mind that said you shouldn't listen to me."

                                            >Scoot was taking all this in, a mixture of relieved and anxious

                                            "You got out of two minutes of corner time, and your punishment for that is a whole night of thinking about tomorrow morning when you get some extra spanks. But like I said, since you were good, you get to know ahead of time it's going to be more like a slap on the rear than anything else."

                                            >The fire in Scootaloo's backside was already dying down

                                            "Listen, Scoot. Someday somepony might ask you to do something where you can't wait two minutes to think about how it's going to affect you. But, we'll talk more tomorrow. Let's have dinner."


                                            ...


                                            >Scootaloo was trying to fall asleep

                                            >She was still in her comfy jammies

                                            >The flap re-secured, now that her behind wasn't in pain

                                            >"I can't believe I'm getting ANOTHER spanking tomorrow. It's not fair."

                                            >"Okay, maybe it is fair."

                                            >"And maybe it won't be so bad."

                                            >Dash taught her calming techniques for when fear overcame her

                                            >"I've been spanked lots of times..."

                                            >"Too many times."

                                            >"Rainbow Dash said it would just be a slap on the rear. No problem."

                                            >She put her mind elsewhere


                                            >Soon enough, it was morning

                                            >Scoot came downstairs, expecting breakfast to be ready

                                            "Scootaloo, let's get your spanking taken care of, then you can eat."

                                            "Aw, Dash..."

                                            "This'll be better for you. You don't want a spanking on a full stomach. Did you use the restroom yet?"

                                            "Um, yeah."

                                            >Rainbow won't have to hear any bathroom-related excuses when she's roasting Scootaloo's fanny

                                            "Okay, come here then."

                                            >"!!! So soon?!"

                                            >Scoots followed Dash into the living room, just like before

                                            "It's going to be a short one. Do you think you can take it standing up?"

                                            >"What? That's new. I hope I can..."

                                            "Absolutely, Rainbow Dash!"

                                            >her confidence doesn't fool Rainbow Dash

                                            >But it might fool herself

                                            "That's the spirit. Let's get you out of those PJs first."

                                            >"But then there's nothing between me and that brush!"

                                            "But--"

                                            "You can keep them on if you want. I just figured you may as well take them off now since you aren't wearing them to school... you -aren't- wearing them to school, are you?"

                                            "No way! I would never live that down. I'll take 'em off."

                                            >Rainbow helped Scoot out of them

                                            >Scoot fumbled with the shirt portion as she takes it over her head

                                            >"No, not the brush!"

                                            >Rainbow had used the time to grab the manebrush from the coffee table

                                            "Okay, now turn around. We'll be done before you know it."

                                            >This was a weird feeling for Scootaloo

                                            >Forcing herself into the corner was weird

                                            >The only thing between her rump and that wooden brush was a little bit of geometry

                                            >In other positions, the spanker always helped her

                                            "C'mon, Scoot."

                                            >While Scoot was being absentminded, Rainbow Dash took her by the hoof and guided her to turn around

                                            >It would have been easier for Dash to just walk behind Scootaloo, if she wasn't going to turn on her own free will

                                            >But having some level of control over the proceedings would make Scoot more comfortable

                                            "Just like last night, Scoot. Move your tail."

                                            >She draped her tail over her right side, leaving her tushie unprotected


                                            (SMACK!)

                                            >"I thought she said this would be easy!"

                                            >the crack to her lower-left of her rump was more than a slap on the rear

                                            >before she had a chance to feel too sorry for herself, Dash inundated her with four more spanks, including two sitspot smacks

                                            (CRACK!)

                                            >The hard wood of the manebrush collided with Scootaloo's rear loudly

                                            "OOOW!"

                                            >If you focused, you could see six pink marks on her backside

                                            >Each smack helped them run together even more

                                            >In the blink of an eye, the weather pony rained down four more smacks

                                            >Two on the fatty part of her behind

                                            (WHACK!) (CRACK!) (THWACK!) (SMACK!)

                                            >And two focused on Scootaloo's undercurves, to drive the lesson home

                                            "And that's why you should follow directions."

                                            "Wha--? Is it over?"

                                            "Why, do you want more?"

                                            >Rainbow gently poked her in the ribs

                                            "No thank you! I just..."

                                            "Apology accepted. Let's eat. Don't do it again. That sort of thing."

                                            "You're the best, Rainbow Dash!"

                                            "What do you know, you actually -did- thank me for spanking you!"

                                            "Hey! No fair!"

                                            "Admit it. You wouldn't be living here if deep down you didn't think you needed a good flank-warming from time to time."

                                            >That makes Scoot blush like crazy

                                            "Doesn't bother me one bit to do it. All part of the job. Sometimes I'm breaking up clouds to let the heat through, other times I skip the clouds and heat up your butt directly."

                                            >Scootaloo giggles

                                            "How about some eggs for my favorite little pony?"

                                            "I'm NOT a little pony. Hmph."

                                            "Then what are those marks, little filly?"

                                            >Dash cooked the eggs over Scootaloo's complaints

                                            "I--! Well it's--! It's not fair! You set a trap for me because you knew I'd look through the closet."

                                            "No, I just took the needed precautions. My parents tried to foal-proof the stove. The foalproofing didn't work, and my mom saw me trying to cook on it when I was little."

                                            "I bet you got it good for that."

                                            "Sure did. Got a whole rump roast all to myself. Now THAT kept me away from the stove until I was older."

                                            "Just like me and your closet..."

                                            "Yeah, asking you nicely didn't work, so I'm hoping this will. If it happens again my only option is to find a horsewhip or something."

                                            >Terror fills Scootaloo's eyes

                                            "Rainbow Dash!! You wouldn't really do that, would you?!?!"

                                            "Eh, don't go places you're not supposed to, and we never have to find out."

                                            >Rainbow Dash makes a plan to leave a conspicuous "horsewhip order form" lying on the table if she ever feels Scootaloo is in need of a very stern warning


                                            >By the time Scootaloo left for school, the marks had disappeared

                                            >The lesson, Dash hoped, had not

                                            >Scootaloo reported every gory detail to the other Crusaders at lunch time

                                            >They had an agreement to covertly report every spanking, no matter how embarrassing

                                            >In the wrong hooves, the details would be perfect for character assassination, so they spoke in whispers

                                            >If the marks were visible (they almost always were), the other crusaders inspected the naughty flanks for damage

                                            >On unlucky days where multiple crusaders arrived with sore tushies, they ranked their butts against each other

                                            "You got off real lucky, Scootaloo!"

                                            "Rarity or my parents would never let me off that easily."

                                            "But girls, I spent practically my whole life in that corner! You don't know what that's like!"

                                            "Ah don't really get corner time except when I'm at one-a yer houses."

                                            "I get it all the time. My family says it's just part of the spanking."

                                            "But never an hour! A whole hour of anypony on your street able to see you waiting for your spanking!"

                                            "Are you sure it was an hour?"

                                            "Well, no. But I had to wear buttflap PJs while I waited too! All I could think about was how cold my butt was!"

                                            "You're lucky your sister isn't a unicorn... and a seamstress..."

                                            >Sweetie Belle sighs

                                            "I've had dropseat pajamas forever. My rear flap drops down whenever I'm bad."

                                            "Then what?"

                                            "Sometimes it's just that as a warning. Other times I get swatted. Sometimes they'll take my ear in their magic and haul me off for a spanking right then and there."

                                            "I should count my blessings."

                                            "Do you think she was serious about the horsewhip?"

                                            "I don't know, but I do NOT want to find out. Agreed?"

                                            "Uh-greed."

                                            "Are there any other punishment reports for today, girls?"

                                            "Nothing to report, ma'am."

                                            "Then I draw this meeting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders Unjust Punishment Investigation Team to a close."

                                            >All three of them recite a pledge

                                            "May our flanks be unharmed, even when we deserve it."


                                            End