Baked by CPL. Punishment

(Cup Cake / Pound, Pumpkin)

F/m, F/f, wooden spoon, otk, soaping, corner, pajamas, non-consensual

 

(07/09/2014 - 15/09/2014)

 

 

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It was half past two on the average Ponyville Tuesday afternoon. Cup Cake and her long-time friend Pearl were just about finishing their usual weekly lunch meeting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pearl removed a dusty book from her saddlebag and slid it across the table to her friend. Its old yellowing pages gave it an air of wisdom, much like the ones seen on old spell tomes or explorer journals, although this humble book was merely a publication about parenting. Along the book's edge, a specific page was carefully folded and marked out.

 

 

As Pearl and Cup parted ways for the day, Cup stayed behind at her table and flipped the musty old book open. Skimming through the paragraphs for nothing in particular, Cup absent mindedly mumbled out the odd sentence here and there, hoping to briefly absorb what she could.

 

 

 

With that, Cup began her walk back home.

 

 

 

As the potent nicotine steamrolled its way through their young bodies, Pound and Pumpkin Cake slowly drifted into a more mellow version of their usually hyperactive selves. Within seconds, the bubbly 9-year-olds were now happily wallowing in a mild ecstacy. A cigarette was almost as potent on a growing foal as hard drugs were on a full grown adult. Pound's dampened hoof-eye coordination caused him to trip over his crossed front hooves in the most ungraceful way possible. Instinctively giving a flap of his wings, he half-succeded in breaking his fall, landing himself belly up, staring at the sky. His sister, on the other hoof, managed to sit without indicent.

 

The miscreant senior made no effort to hide his amusement, while he too, took a drag out of the cigarette.

 

 

 

The duo spent the next 10 minutes (or rather, what seemed like 30 to them), exchanging puffs from a single slightly bent cigarette, while their senior worked away at a stick of his own. They were obviously getting the less-than-perfect sticks of the pack, but they didn't mind.

 

 

 

Before the twins could fully process their instructions, their accomplice had sped off towards the sky, dissappearing beyond clouds.

 

Stuffing the battered cigarette pack inside his saddlebag, Pound and his sister enjoyed the last couple minutes of their buzz before making their way back home.

 

The slighty louder than usual ring of Sugarcube Corner’s door chime indicated to Carrot that his children had returned. The twins always had a habit of impatiently pushing doors with more force than necessary.

 

 

 

The twins were already half way up the stairs before Carrot could finish his obligatory parental question.

 

 

 

 

Cup was engrossed in Pearl’s parenting book. As Cup scooted over to share her seat with her husband, the two took a breather from work to gaze into the fountain of wisdom that was Foals: A Comprehensive Guide for the Newbie Parent – 2nd Edition.

Before long, the day’s business had come to a close, and the family retired for the evening.

 

During the later part of Autumn, it was commonplace for ponies, especially the younger ones, to don clothing during the night. Despite much protest from her children, Cup could never resist getting matching clothing for her Pound and Pumpkin; they looked too damn adorable to pass up the opportunity.

 

Clad in matching powder blue pyjamas, Pumpkin and Pound were in the middle of their usual post-dinner ritual of continuting their co-op adventure in Where the World Ends, a newly released video game that had taken the Equestrian gaming community by storm.

 

The level 20 warrior duo were stuck at an instance they had been trying to clear for quite some time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At a loss for what to do, Carrot merely sighed and stepped out of the way, shaking his head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pumpkin jumped off the couch and sprinted up the stairs at a speed that would put even the fastest Wonderbolt to shame. She never did fancy herself a praying pony, but on her way up, Pumpkin muttered a quick prayer under her breath to whoever up there would listen, begging for mercy from the unholy brimstone that was soon to rain down on her flank.

 

 

Screeching to a halt outside her bedroom door, Pumpkin felt a little part of herself die inside as she realized it was too late. She had fucked up. Big time.

 

 

Cup had an unnatural air of calmness to her, one that would unnerve even the toughest of soldiers. Normally dramatic and exaggerated, Cup’s uncharacteristic reaction to the situation made it clear to Pumpkin that she was in for a whole new level of unholy retribution. Already mentally preparing to say goodbye to her social life and luxury possessions, Pumpkin struggled to think of a response, as the colossal gravity of the situation started to sink in.

 

 

Her words well on deaf ears, as Pumpkin realized that her mother wasn’t even looking at her, but instead, was still focusing on the cigarette pack. Flipping the top open, Cup seemed fixated at the contents of the pack. Despite the adrenaline coarsing through her body, Pumpkin noticed her mother softly mumbling inaudible words ever so slightly as she continued to examine the pack. Before long she realized; she was counting.

 

Doubling back on herself, Pumpkin made a beeline for the stairs.

 

 

 

 

Chills running down her spine, Pumpkin froze solid in her stride; her heartbeat was through the roof. As Cup slowly paced over, cigarette pack in hoof, Pumpkin soon found herself suspended above the floor as Cup grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, something she hadn't done in years.

 

 

One advantage of having a twin sibling as a partner in crime, was that each would often be the other’s alibi whenever trouble was at hoof. Over the years, Carrot and Cup had grown weary of this trick, and at long last, Pearl’s wondrous book had finally given them a way to counter it.

 

Carrot, Pound and Pinkie already had eyes on the stairwell before Cup came down. Pounds breathing and heart rate skyrocketed when he saw the cigarette pack.

 

 

The twins hated it when their parents called them by their full name. Like most other families, it was a universal sign that the offending juvenile was in big trouble.

 

 

 

Startled by the unfamiliar hostile tone, Pound slowly made his way to the corner far corner of the parlor, opposite his sister. Cup merely had to show Carrot the pack to bring her husband up to speed. She gestured for her husband to handle their son, while she did the same for her daughter.

 

After dismissing their apprentice Cup and Carrot got down to business.

 

 

 

Cup remained silent, continuing her death glare at her daughter.

 

Ears drooping, she looked up at her mothers face, desperately hoping she would say something to break the tense silence.

 

 

 

A cerulean hoof blocked her path.

 

 

Cup's stare was more than enough indication that she was on to Pumpkin's tricks.

 

 

 

 

Moments of uncomfortable silence passed. Pumpkin was trying with every ounce of mental strength to had to keep her cool, but to no avail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had walked right into her trap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carrot wasn't proud of the low blow he had dealt, but with the gravity of the situation at hoof, he was desperate for ammunition.

 

 

 

 

 

Pound choked up, as he fought to hold back the first wave of tears. Summer flight camp was a rite of passage for every young pegasus; he couldn't bear to imagine being delayed for a year. The thought alone was already enough to break his resolve.

 

 

 

 

 

Pound stared at his hooves. Carrot already knew the answer, but he had to know for sure.

 

 

 

 

 

That hit Carrot a lot harder than he thought it would. Even though he trusted his suspicion from the start, hearing a confession made it that much worse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cup and Carrot met in the center of the room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her husband responded with a solemn nod.

 

 

 

Carrot ushered the accused up the stairs while Cup headed for the kitchen.

 

Only silence followed.

 

 

 

Pumpkin flinched

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of the door creaking open. Cup walked in with a wooden spoon in her mouth.

 

 

Acknowledging his wife with a nod, Carrot left the room.

 

Acknowledging his wife with a nod, Carrot left the room.

 

 

Her strange actions unnerved the twins. They had been in many dreadful lecture lessions before, but something new was happening tonight for sure.

 

Pounds eye caught eye of the wooden spoon again. It was almost as long as one of his legs. The finely lacquered Rosewood tool had a wide head, slightly smaller than the sole of a hoof. It was one Cup's lesser used tools; she saved a special set of tools like these for events like public demonstrations or private catering events. Pound’s mind cycled through a dozen reasons as to what role the spoon would play in the night’s ordeal. Was mom going to throw it? Was she going to break it? Or maybe she had planed to compare the spoon to one’s health in a long tirade on how health was like an expensive piece of equipment. Dense and stiff, it's almost weapon like appearance made it seem perfect for hitting somepony. Perfect for a-

 

 

 

Pound caught himself flinching a little as he said the dreaded ‘S’ word. Pumpkin’s jaw dropped in disbelief, as she prayed that her brother had misinterpreted the situation.

 

The twins had always prided themselves for being ‘spank-free’ in school. Never had they felt the embarassment of walking into homeroom with a red bottom. Never did they have to endure the giggles and snide remarks the red-bottomed foal would receive from his or her peers. More often than not, they themselves were on the giving end. It seemed that karma had finally caught up with them.

 

Cup rose up to her hooves, and walked towards her son. Pound felt his legs turn to jelly, as he made no effort to conceal the waterworks. His sister tried her best to sneak peeks at the ordeal unfolding behind her.

 

Pumpkin picked up her foal by the scruff of his neck and made her way back to his bed.

 

Pound felt a little wind get knocked out of him as Cup dropped him on her lap. She reached over and grabbed the spoon. Pound’s young pegasus frame was no match for the full grown Earth pony. Securing him in place with her left hoof across his back, she wasted no time pulling down his pyjama pants, and pinning up his already flailing tail against his back.

 

 

 

Pumpkin could only watch in horror from the corners of her eyes. She was still in disbelief at the unfolding situation.

 

 

 

“I'M SORRY MOM! I'M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE DON- AHH!” Pound shrieked.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

 

Cup was merciless right from the start, despite being Pound’s first time, she didn't hold back.

 

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

 

Pound began kicking uncontrollably. Pink oval shaped discolorations were already forming on his cream yellow flank. Pound felt the heat in his body rise to an uncomfortable level, causing him to break out in sweat.

 

Despite being new to the world of corporal punishment, Cup showed remarkable finesse, delivering wave after wave of spanks without quarter onto her son’s flank.

 

 

 

 

Cup gave her son a moment’s pause to catch his breath, as he started to retch. Pound’s breath was now thin and raspy, causing him to go slightly lightheaded. Before long, she began the assault anew, delivering blow after blow with increasing force.

 

Pounds wings began flapping untrollably, swaying his body across Cup’s lap from side to side. Cup was losing her aim. A stray blow landed on his flank, illiciting more shrieks and flaps from the young pegasus.

 

 

 

Surprised by the amount of lift that her little colt’s wings could produce, Cup was finding it increasingly difficult to control her son. For fear of hurting her son, she took no pride in doing what she did next.

 

Stopping momentarily, Cup moved her son over to the bed and picked him up once again by the scruff of his neck.

 

Pound found himself flipped over, lying belly up.

 

Cup grabbed and secured Pound’s rear legs with her left forehoof and lifted them up so they were facing the ceiling. His rump was elevated slightly, causing most of his weight to sink onto himself. Pound could no longer struggle. With his body in such an angle, his wings had no buffer space. Every wing-beat caused him to sink back down into the mattress. He was as immobile as a foal strapped to a changing table. Cup pushed his legs slightly closer towards his body, causing the skin across his rump to be stretched out taut, effectively doubling the sensation of every swat.

 

 

 

 

 

Pound’s resolve was quick to break. Now blubbering incoherently, his face was a mess of tears, snot, and drool by this point. Cup increased the force of her spanks one last time, taking the blazing flame in her colt’s quarters to a whole new level.

 

Seeing as her son was clearly at his limit, Cup began her planned finale.

 

 

 

 

The infamous ‘mom-mommy’ switch. Cup knew her son only employed that in times of dire circumstances. Not that it ever worked past age 5, though. Cup almost felt compelled to extend Pound’s session for having the audacity to try it again. Almost.

 

*SMACK*

 

 

 

 

 

 

*SMACK*

 

Finally ceasing fire, Cup helped Pound up allowed the bawling colt the comfort of crying into her lap for a minute, before gently pulling him into a brief hug.

 

 

Pound responded as best as he could, which at that point, was merely just a slurry of incoherent babble. Nevertheless, accepting that as adequate acknowledgement, she took a tissue and cleaned the mess that was Pound’s face.

 

With a face now relatively free of mucus and drool, she set her colt aside on his bed, where his hooves were immediately dispatched to ground zero.

 

 

 

 

Pumpkin heard the creak and click of the door closing behind her.

 

Her only reply was silence, and the occasional sob.

 

She herself wasn’t exactly sure what her brother could do for her in her moment of desperation, but it sure didn’t stop her from trying. Perhaps he would pick her up, and fly out of her mother’s reach like they did when they were little. Sadly, she found no such aid.

 

The door clicked open again, Pumpkin’s heart sank.

 

Pumpkin could only stare wide-eyed. She had heard the stories, she had seen it in cartoons. She knew exactly what was going to happen.

 

 

 

 

Reluctantly, Pumpkin parted her lips, just barely enough to show compliance. Cup quickly widened the gap with her hoof, and the soap bar was in her daughter’s mouth before she could even realise it.

 

Pumpkin was squeezing her eyes shut harder than she ever thought possible. She tried to grasp on to her mother’s hooves, in a vain attempt to push them away.

 

The bitter taste was unbearable. Stray strings of thick sudsy spittle drooled onto the floor, as Pumpkin fought her best to suppress her gag reflex. She soon started retching as she noticed the slimy texture of the soap accumulating between and behind her teeth.

 

 

 

 

Pumpkin felt her hooves lift off the ground, and Cup lifted her up.

 

 

 

 

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

 

With that, Cup began round two, bringing down the spoon on her daughter’s cheeks, quickly turning yellow to pink. Pumpkin kicked and threw her hooves around in pain, each kick, sending her pyjama waistband lower and lower.

 

The merciless barrage continued. Cup had finished painting her daughter’s rump a deep red when she began to move down to her sitspot.

 

 

A piercing clap echoed throughout the room, as Cup hit a little too hard on her daughters sitspot. Cries were quickly turning into guttural wails. The sheer pain in her rump caused Pumpkin to shoot out magic uncontrollably. Stray beads of mana sparked from her horn and shot out to no direction in particular, disintegrating before they could travel very far.

 

Opening her eyes, Pumpkin found herself staring into one of her favorite plush animals. She caught herself trying to form a magic grip on the fluffy panda doll, desperately trying to squeeze something to take her mind off the pain. The wooden spoons brutal rhythm allowed her no such luxury, as her grip was diminished within seconds of it being formed.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

 

Pumpkin felt the slimy weight in her mouth lessen, as she realized that she had completely bit the soap bar in half.

 

Seemingly ignoring her, Cup continued the assault till her daughter was at breaking point. Picking up the pace in her rhythm, Cup prepared for the second finale of the night.

 

Thankfully for her, Pumpkin had learned from her brother’s mistake.

 

 

 

Or, at least, she thought she did.

 

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cup delivered her last six brutal smacks before finally ending the session. Pumpkin had kicked so hard throughout the whole ordeal, her pyjama pants had almost fallen off. Her mother pulled them back up to her waist, and released them with a snap. The soft cotton felt like hot sandpaper against her battered buttocks.

 

Setting her down, her motherly instincts kicked in once again as she pulled both her cathartic foals into a crushing embrace. She couldn’t help but giggle a little when Pumpkin’s bawling triggered a new wave of waterworks from Pound. Despite the circumstances, Cup enjoyed the moment she was having with her foals. As the twins grew older, moments like these became increasingly rare.

 

“There there, my babies.” She cooed. “We all make mistakes. I really do mean it when I tell you two to look out for each other. Mommy and Daddy love you two so much, but we can’t always be there to look out for you two. That’s why we need you two to look out for each other. Now please, never let each other do anything this stupid again, okay?” She said, smiling.

A pair of nodding heads indicated to cup that her foals had gotten the message.

 

Cup saw Pound and Pumpkin’s ears perk up, but they remained silent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breakfast at the family table the next morning was slightly awkward, to say the least. Despite sitting on pillows, Pound and Pumpkin tried their best to seem unfazed by the events of the previous night, though a flinch betrayed their facade when Cup playfully swished a mixing spoon behind them.

 

Cup and Carrot shared a lighthearted giggle as they saw two glowing red rumps walk out the door to school. Fumbling through a drawer for a polaroid camera, Carrot snuck a snap at his foals, before slipping the photo into an envelope they kept hidden under the counter labeled ‘Embarrassing Baby Pictures’. They looked too damn adorable to pass up the opportunity.