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Baked by CPL. Punishment

By splishsplash
Created: 2022-01-05 19:00:18
Updated: 2022-03-11 18:58:51
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  1. Baked by CPL. Punishment
  2. (Cup Cake / Pound, Pumpkin)
  3. F/m, F/f, wooden spoon, otk, soaping, corner, pajamas, non-consensual
  4.  
  5. (07/09/2014 - 15/09/2014)
  6.  
  7.  
  8. ---
  9.  
  10. >"I... I don't know about this, Pearl. I mean, they already seem pretty shaken up by groundings and such but-".
  11.  
  12. >"Nonsense! Worked fine on both my girls; look how well they turned out!"
  13.  
  14. 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.
  15.  
  16. >"It's just so... I mean, we've thought about it but- but how do you- y'know.. How would I even start?"
  17.  
  18. >"Hah!" snorted a proud Pearl
  19.  
  20. >"Yer over thinking this, Cup. Just take 'em over your lap and get to business!" Pearl said, punctuating the end of her sentence with an exaggerated hoof slap motion.
  21.  
  22. >"Those two are way beyond a little hoof spanking. I'd go straight with a hairbrush if I were you!"
  23.  
  24. >"But, what about all those articles? You don't think it'll-"
  25.  
  26. >"Aaabsolutely not! Long-term effects my hoof!" Interrupted Pearl.
  27.  
  28. >"Oh, why, I had a friend over in Manehatten that used to do these things called "maintenance" spankings on her foals when they really messed up big time. Hoo boy, did she have quite the iron hoof on her kids. They turned out great! But anyway, don't you go listening to those eggheads in Canterlot now, Cup. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. This is the proper good old fashioned way to handle things, and you know it. You can't just let those two walk over you and Carrot all the time, filly! I've seen how those two have been behaving recently; the whole town has! Disgraceful I tell ya!" She hissed.
  29.  
  30. >"Give this a read."
  31.  
  32. 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.
  33.  
  34. >"Promise me you'll have a look at this later." Pearl concluded.
  35.  
  36. 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.
  37.  
  38. >"... Despite this information, some parents, and surprisingly, their children, continue to advocate for red bottoms in lieu of grounded bottoms. They (rightly) note that spanking's ease means lackluster parents might rely on it as a crutch. No surprise, they say, that bad parents raise bad kids, spankings or no. One can ignore the parents' arguments because of their privileged position of authority ..." read a paragraph.
  39.  
  40. >"Hmm." She mused, raising an eyebrow.
  41.  
  42. With that, Cup began her walk back home.
  43.  
  44. >"Ahhh..." A pair of juvenile voices sighed in stereo.
  45.  
  46. >"There's more where that came from if you keep up your end of the deal," replied a teenage pegasus, several years their senior. "Just stick to the routine now, and maybe I'll think about lettin' you two have a little more next week."
  47.  
  48. 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.
  49.  
  50. The miscreant senior made no effort to hide his amusement, while he too, took a drag out of the cigarette.
  51.  
  52. >"H-hey!" he whined, voice breaking slightly. "It's not fff-unny!" He protested in vain. Pound tried his best to look tough and composed in front of his elder, but his clear lack of coordination betrayed any evidence of such
  53.  
  54. >"Whatever you say dweeb."
  55.  
  56. 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.
  57.  
  58. >"Yep. I'm done here." The teenager said dryly.
  59.  
  60. >"Okay then, same as always. If anypony finds 'em, I don't know you. We got 7 in the box now; any less before our next meeting and your flanks are dead. Same time tomorrow."
  61.  
  62. Before the twins could fully process their instructions, their accomplice had sped off towards the sky, dissappearing beyond clouds.
  63.  
  64. 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.
  65.  
  66. 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.
  67.  
  68. >“Heya kids!” Carrot chimed from behind the register. “How was sc-“
  69.  
  70. >”Yeahheydad.” Pound replied dismissively.
  71.  
  72. The twins were already half way up the stairs before Carrot could finish his obligatory parental question.
  73.  
  74. >”Pfft. Those two... I swear they’re getting more disrespectful by the day.”
  75.  
  76. >”Mmhmm, sure sugar plum,” Cup dismissed, “come and take a look at this.”
  77.  
  78. >”What’cha got there, hun?”
  79.  
  80. 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.
  81. Before long, the day’s business had come to a close, and the family retired for the evening.
  82.  
  83. 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.
  84.  
  85. 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.
  86.  
  87. The level 20 warrior duo were stuck at an instance they had been trying to clear for quite some time.
  88.  
  89. >“What are you doing? That mace is way too underpowered, we’re never going to get pass this checkpoint if you use that! You were doing fine with the sword earlier!” Snapped Pumpkin, clearly growing impatient with the situation at hoof.
  90.  
  91. >“I know what I’m doing,” inststed her equally agitated brother. “Just lemme-“
  92.  
  93. >“Kids? Miss Cherilee mentioned something about a field trip permission form I was supposed to sign at the PTA last week.” Interrupted Cup from across the room”
  94.  
  95. >“We’ve been at this for 20 minutes! You keep dying! Uhh, yeah sure mommy we got ‘em.” Replied Pumpkin dismissively.
  96.  
  97. >“Where are the forms, sweetie?”
  98.  
  99. >“No-just shut up, I know what I’m doing just keep reloading it, it’s for the achievement!”
  100.  
  101. >“Hello? Both of you?”
  102.  
  103. >“THAT’S what you’ve been trying to do this whole time! Will you just fucking- Ughh!” Hissed Pumpkin, throwing her hooves up in frustration.
  104.  
  105. >“HEY!” Carrot yelled, stomping a forehoof while stepping in front of the TV console. “Look at your mother when she is talking to you two. And you’d better watch your language young filly!” He Commanded, pointing a hoof at his daughter.
  106.  
  107. >“Daaaaaad!” The two whined in unison.
  108.  
  109. >”They’re upstairs mom. We’re sorry, dad.” Pound droned.
  110.  
  111. At a loss for what to do, Carrot merely sighed and stepped out of the way, shaking his head.
  112.  
  113. >”Are they in your packs?”
  114.  
  115. >”I’ve almost got it just- yeah mom sure.”
  116.  
  117. >”I’m gonna go grab them, alright sweetie?”
  118.  
  119. >”Y-yeah sure mommy yeah- Pound! Stop using the damn-” Pumpkins ears perked up, as she paused the game abrubtly. “Wait-“
  120.  
  121. >”Huh? Hey, what gives?!”
  122.  
  123. >”Did.. Did she just?”
  124.  
  125. >”What are you talking abo-“
  126.  
  127. >”FUCK!”
  128.  
  129. >“MOMMY! WAIT!”
  130.  
  131. 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.
  132.  
  133. >“MOOMMY! WAIT! WAAIT!”
  134.  
  135. 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.
  136.  
  137. >“So,” Cup said coldly. “Reds, huh?”
  138.  
  139. 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.
  140.  
  141. >“Mommy I- uh- it- it’s not what you think- I just- WE, just-”
  142.  
  143. 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.
  144.  
  145. Doubling back on herself, Pumpkin made a beeline for the stairs.
  146.  
  147. >“POUND-“
  148.  
  149. >“HOLD IT, Pumpkin Cake.” Cup boomed. Her words pierced throughout the household.
  150.  
  151. >“That’s not going to work this time.” Cup said coldly.
  152.  
  153. 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.
  154.  
  155.  
  156. 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.
  157.  
  158. 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.
  159.  
  160. >“Corner. Now.” Cup ordered. “You too, Pound Cake.”
  161.  
  162. 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.
  163.  
  164. >“The CORNER? Moom! We’re not five anym-“
  165.  
  166. >“NOW.”
  167.  
  168. 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.
  169.  
  170. After dismissing their apprentice Cup and Carrot got down to business.
  171.  
  172. >“Well." Cup dropped the pack on the polished hardwood. "Start talking.” Pumpkin flinched a little at the thud it made when it hit the floor.
  173.  
  174. >“I- we- just.. uh...”
  175.  
  176. Cup remained silent, continuing her death glare at her daughter.
  177.  
  178. Ears drooping, she looked up at her mothers face, desperately hoping she would say something to break the tense silence.
  179.  
  180. >“If anypony finds 'em, I don't know you.” Her senior’s words echoed in her head.
  181.  
  182. >“Pound can explain, l-lemme just-“ She whimpered, slowly trying to walk out of the corner.
  183.  
  184. A cerulean hoof blocked her path.
  185.  
  186. >“M-mommy, I just needa-“
  187.  
  188. Cup's stare was more than enough indication that she was on to Pumpkin's tricks.
  189.  
  190. >“Listen here, young mare.” She pointed a hoof at her daughter. “I’m going to give you one chance, and ONE chance only. WHY did I find this in your brother’s saddlebag?
  191.  
  192. >“I-I-I didn't smoke any! I swear! It was just-”
  193.  
  194. >“I never said you did.” Cup interrupted stoically. “And that doesn't answer my question, Pumpkin. Why. Was . This. In. Your. Brother’s. Bag?” She punctuated each word with a jab on the pack.
  195.  
  196. Moments of uncomfortable silence passed. Pumpkin was trying with every ounce of mental strength to had to keep her cool, but to no avail.
  197.  
  198. >“We found it on the floor!” She snapped in desperation.
  199.  
  200. >“Oh? Is that so? You two weren’t doing anything else with it, then, I hope. I hear Miss Twilight’s summer magic camp has a no smoking policy.” A cheap shot, but it had to be done for the greater good.
  201.  
  202. >“No! H-honest, he just found it on the floor a-and we thought it’d be cool to keep it! I SWEAR!”
  203.  
  204. >”Where did you find it?”
  205.  
  206. >”I-In the alley behind Miss Colgate’s shop!”
  207.  
  208. >“So you just found it and put it in your saddlebag?” Cup raised an eyebrow.
  209.  
  210. >“Yeah!”
  211.  
  212. >“Then WHY, young mare, did Miss Cheerilee call up today telling me she saw you smoking in the alley?
  213.  
  214. >“WHAT!? Bu-but we were alone how could she-”
  215.  
  216. She had walked right into her trap.
  217.  
  218. >“M-MOMMY WAIT! THAT’S NOT FAIR! Y-YOU-”
  219.  
  220. >“I’ve heard enough, young mare.”
  221.  
  222. >“You are in BIG trouble, mister!”
  223.  
  224. >“Dad I-“
  225.  
  226. >“Here’s the deal, Pound. You have to the count of FIVE, to tell me what you were doing with these, or I’m taking away your allowance, grounding your flanks for a, AND cancelling your slot at this year's flight camp! One.”
  227.  
  228. 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.
  229.  
  230. >“Bu- But Dad I-“
  231.  
  232. >“Two.”
  233.  
  234. >“Dad please!”
  235.  
  236. >“Three.”
  237.  
  238. 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.
  239.  
  240. >“Four.” Carrot dragged out the last second, hoping to give his son one last chance at redemption.
  241.  
  242. >"Fi-"
  243.  
  244. >“OKAY! OKAY! I SMOKED A FEW!” He confessed, glints of tears already forming at the corners of his eyes. Despite knowing he was digging his own grave deeper, Pound couldn't help but feel relieved by the weight he had gotten off his shoulders.
  245.  
  246. >"And your sister? "
  247.  
  248. Pound stared at his hooves. Carrot already knew the answer, but he had to know for sure.
  249.  
  250. > Well, Pound?"
  251.  
  252. >"I..."
  253.  
  254. >"I'm calling the flight camp..." Carrot threatened, making an exaggerated turn.
  255.  
  256. >"We both did! I’m sorry dad please!"
  257.  
  258. 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.
  259.  
  260. >“How... How long has this been going on for?"
  261.  
  262. >"A-a month maybe I can’t remember dad please please lemme go to flight camp I’m sorry please!"
  263.  
  264. >"Back in the corner, mister." Carrot said, gesturing his hoof towards the wall.
  265.  
  266. >"B-but dad what about-"
  267.  
  268. >"We'll discuss your punishment later, Pound."
  269.  
  270. >"But dad you said-"
  271.  
  272. >"ENOUGH. You are in NO position to bargain right now, mister. Now get back to the corner!"
  273.  
  274. Cup and Carrot met in the center of the room.
  275.  
  276. >"This is too much, honey." Cup said, visibly distraught. "Pumpkin is straight up lying to me now; said she found it on the floor. Any luck with Pound?"
  277.  
  278. >"I got a confession. They both smoked them. It's been going on for a while now."
  279.  
  280. >"Oh, sugar plum, what are we going to do? Is- Is this our fault? Are we bad parents?"
  281.  
  282. >"No! Don't say that, hun!"
  283.  
  284. >"But we've tried everything! It's like nothing fazes them anymore! By tomorrow they're going to shake this all off like this never happened."
  285.  
  286. >"I think... I think it's time, Cup."
  287.  
  288. >"You don't mean." She gasped with widening eyes.
  289.  
  290. Her husband responded with a solemn nod.
  291.  
  292. >"I don't think we have much of a choice, honey bun. We either do something that sticks with them, or let them continue to walk all over us forever!"
  293.  
  294. >"Both of you, " Cup commanded; her voice snapped the foals out of their vain attempt at eavesdropping. " Head up to your room, no talking. Now."
  295.  
  296. Carrot ushered the accused up the stairs while Cup headed for the kitchen.
  297.  
  298. >"You two... Do the two of you have ANY idea how disappointed your mother and I are?"
  299. Only silence followed.
  300.  
  301. >"Your mother and I can tolerate the occasional late homework note, maybe even your slipping grades, but smoking? SMOKING?! You two know better than this! Do you know what your grandmother would have done if she had caught me smoking when I was your age? She would have kicked me out onto the streets! Is that what you two want?! Huh? Do you two think you'd be better off if your mother and I just stopped caring?"
  302.  
  303. >"We’re really really sorr-"
  304.  
  305. >"And YOU, Pumpkin Cake. LYING to your mother? We’ve brought you up better than this."
  306. Pumpkin flinched
  307.  
  308. >"Did you think she wouldn't find out?"
  309.  
  310. >"We're sorry, daddy."
  311.  
  312. >"No. No you're not, Pumpkin. That's what you said the last time, when the town guard caught you two SKIPPING SCHOOL. But anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, because starting TONIGHT, things are going to be different. You two can start by taking whatever punishment me and your mother deem appropriate like adults. Am I understood?"
  313.  
  314. >"Y-yes dad... "
  315.  
  316. >" Yes daddy."
  317.  
  318. >"Remember, no buts, no compromises. From tomorrow onwards, the two of you will be grounded until further notice. The same will go for your allowances, TV, and video games. The both of you can FORGET about flight and magic camp this summer, at least until we see an improvement in your behavior."
  319.  
  320. >"WHAT, BUT-"
  321.  
  322. >"No buts, Pound." Carrot replied sternly. “You have only yourself to blame for this punishment.
  323. 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.
  324.  
  325. >"Your mother has something for the two of you. We really didn't want it to come to this, but you two have really forced our hooves this time."
  326.  
  327. >"I'll take it from here."
  328. Acknowledging his wife with a nod, Carrot left the room.
  329.  
  330. Acknowledging his wife with a nod, Carrot left the room.
  331. >"Pumpkin. Corner. Now." She said, setting the spoon down on Pound's nightstand. Cup moved towards the windows, closing the shutters and drawing the curtains.
  332.  
  333. >"Mommy w-what're you-"
  334.  
  335. >"Don't make my repeat myself young mare. Pound, come here."
  336. Her strange actions unnerved the twins. They had been in many dreadful lecture lessions before, but something new was happening tonight for sure.
  337.  
  338. >"W-what's going on? Moom! "
  339. 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-
  340.  
  341. >"NO! MOM NO! YOU CAN'T! PLEEEEASE NO" Pound gasped, fresh tears making their way out once again.
  342.  
  343. >“Last chance, Pound”
  344.  
  345. >“PLEEEASE MOM! IM SORRY! DONT SPANK ME PLEASE! I WONT DO IT AGAIN!”
  346. 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.
  347.  
  348. 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.
  349.  
  350. 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.
  351.  
  352. >“One more peek out of you missy, and you’re gonna get it TWICE as bad!”
  353. Pumpkin picked up her foal by the scruff of his neck and made her way back to his bed.
  354.  
  355. >“Lemme go! Mom Pleeease! Moom! You can’t- Ugh!“
  356. 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.
  357.  
  358. >“The heck I can’t! If you two are going to live under this roof, then you two WILL accept whatever your father and I deem appropriate, and if that means taking you two over my lap, then you’d best suck it up and think about why you’d be getting it in the first place!”
  359.  
  360. >“MOOOOOOM PLEEEASE! NOT IN FRONT OF PU-”
  361.  
  362. >“Enough, Pound! Stop acting like a little foal and take your punishment like a big pony!”
  363. Pumpkin could only watch in horror from the corners of her eyes. She was still in disbelief at the unfolding situation.
  364.  
  365. >“Mommy wait! You've never sp-sp-“
  366.  
  367. >“I’ll hear nothing out of you young mare! Your father and I have been too lenient with you two. It’s time you two finally learned your lesson! And since you can’t think and behave like responsible grown-ups, you are going to get punished like little foals!”
  368.  
  369. “I'M SORRY MOM! I'M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE DON- AHH!” Pound shrieked.
  370. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
  371.  
  372. Cup was merciless right from the start, despite being Pound’s first time, she didn't hold back.
  373.  
  374. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
  375.  
  376. >“MMOO- AHHH! MOOM STOP PLEASE! OOOWW”
  377. 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.
  378.  
  379. 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.
  380.  
  381. >“OOWW!- MOOM PLEASE! THAT H-HURTSS- OW! JUST TAKE AWAY MY ALLOW-” *SMACK*
  382.  
  383. >“It’s SUPPOSED to hurt, Pound. And don’t you even TRY bargaining your way out of this one.” she chastised, as she bringing her wooden fury down once more for another wave of shelling, “You know better than that!” Pounds wings started to twitch.
  384.  
  385. >“You two are growing FOALS!” *SMACK* “Do you think that all that smoke and nicotine isn’t going to do anything to your bodies!?” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “What? Do you think you’re just going to walk it off like nothing happened?” *SMACK* *SMACK* “You know MUCH better than to do something as stupid as this, Pound!”
  386.  
  387. 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.
  388.  
  389. >“MOOOOOM! PLEEEE- OWW! EEEASE! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN I PRO- OWW!”
  390. 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.
  391.  
  392. >“Pound! Sto-“ Cup was finding it increasingly hard to keep control of her son.
  393.  
  394. >“I C-C-CAN’T HELP IT MOM, PLEEASE!” The fire in his hindquarters had reached a new peak.
  395.  
  396. 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.
  397.  
  398. Stopping momentarily, Cup moved her son over to the bed and picked him up once again by the scruff of his neck.
  399.  
  400. >“M-mom?”
  401. Pound found himself flipped over, lying belly up.
  402.  
  403. >“Mom what’re you- OWW!” *SMACK* *SMACK*
  404. 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.
  405.  
  406. >“I’ve ALWAYS told you two from young to look out for each other.” *SMACK* “Is THIS looking out for each other, Pound? IS IT?” *SMACK*
  407.  
  408. >“NOO MOM! ENOUGH PLEEASE”
  409.  
  410. >“What if you or your sister got SICK?.” She rapidly delivered another six spanks, moving towards the sitspot for maximum effect. “What would we tell the doctors? What if you got caught by the town guard again? Did you think of THAT?” *SMACK* “You two could’ve gotten our WHOLE family into trouble!” *SMACK*
  411.  
  412. >“PLEEASE MOM IM SORRRYY” Pound felt as if he were sitting directly on a burning stove. The bitter and salty taste of his own tears and snot running into his mouth made him gag a little, bringing a whole new dimension of discomfort to this ordeal.
  413.  
  414. 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.
  415.  
  416. >“WAAAAHHHH- MOOOMM PLEEEASEEE!- I- *SMACK* WAAAAHHH!” Pound’s cries were slowly turning into low wails. There was a deep shade of crimson across his cheeks.
  417. Seeing as her son was clearly at his limit, Cup began her planned finale.
  418.  
  419. >“Now. Why are you getting spanked, Pound Cake?”
  420.  
  421. >“WAAAHH- M-MOOM!”
  422.  
  423. >”Try again.” Cup followed with a swat at maximum force to his sitspot. Giving it too much force, even she herself cringed slightly at the audible crack it made. “Why are you getting spanked, Pound?” *SMACK* *SMACK*
  424.  
  425. >“BECAUSE I S-SMOKED! PLEEEASE M-M-MOMMMMY STOOOP!”
  426. 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.
  427.  
  428. *SMACK*
  429.  
  430. >“Is smoking bad for you, Pound?” *SMACK*
  431.  
  432. >“Y-Y-YEEEEEEESS! WAAAHHH!”
  433.  
  434. >“Are you going to do it again?”
  435.  
  436. >“NOOOOOO! I PROMISE- I PROMISE I WONT DO IT AGAIN PLEEEASE PLEEEASE STOP PLEEEASE! WAAAAAH!”
  437.  
  438. >“What’s going to happen from now on if you misbehave like this again?”
  439.  
  440. >“MOMMMY PLEEE-EEEE-EEASE!”
  441. *SMACK*
  442.  
  443. >“W-WE’LL GET S-S-SPANKED WAAAAHH”
  444. 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.
  445.  
  446. >“Come now, my colt,” She said softly, rhythmically patting him on the back. “everypony makes stupid mistakes, Pound. Learn from your mistakes, I promise mommy wont ever ever have to do this again, okay?”
  447.  
  448. 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.
  449.  
  450. 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.
  451.  
  452. >“Now.” Cup’s motherly tone vanished as quickly as it came.“Pumpkin.” Her daughter flinched. “Because you had the audacity to lie STRAIGHT to my face, you’re going to get a little something extra. Head on over to your bed and wait for me, and no talking. Am I understood young mare?”
  453.  
  454. >“But m-mommy you-“
  455.  
  456. >“Am I understood?” Cup repeated louder.
  457.  
  458. >“...Yes ma’am...”
  459. Pumpkin heard the creak and click of the door closing behind her.
  460.  
  461. >“Pound! Pound! What do I do?”
  462. Her only reply was silence, and the occasional sob.
  463.  
  464. >“Pound! Please! I don’t- I don’t wanna...” Pumpkin found herself choked up by her tears.
  465. 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.
  466.  
  467. The door clicked open again, Pumpkin’s heart sank.
  468. >“You are reeally pushing it tonight, Pumpkin.” Cup entered with a bucket of water, and what looked to be a piece of soap floating inside.
  469.  
  470. 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.
  471. >“Last chance, Pumpkin. Are you going to come here, or do I have to drag you here myself.
  472.  
  473. >“Okay okay! I’m going.” She whimpered.
  474.  
  475. >“Mommy please!“
  476.  
  477. >“You are way beyond bargaining at this point young mare. If you’re going to LIE straight to your parents, then we need to do something about that mouth of yours, don’t we? Now open up!”
  478.  
  479. 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.
  480. >“Ummmff!” Pumpkin yelled, reflexively trying to push the bar out of her mouth.
  481.  
  482. 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.
  483.  
  484. >“MMMFF! STHHPP MHHHMMY!”
  485. 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.
  486.  
  487. >“This what happens to little fillies that LIE, Pumpkin.” Cup mercilessly continued to grind the bar against her daughter’s molars, increasing the disgusting slimy mass in between. “Are you going to lie to me or your father again?”
  488.  
  489. >“MMFFFFFF!” Pumpkin violently shook her head, tears freely streaming down her face.
  490.  
  491. >“Hold it in, young mare!” Cup placed a hoof at her daughters mouth, to keep her from fully removing the soap.
  492.  
  493. >“Mhhmmmy?!”
  494. Pumpkin felt her hooves lift off the ground, and Cup lifted her up.
  495.  
  496. >“You’re not getting off that easy, Pumpkin. We are FAR from done tonight.”
  497.  
  498. >“UHFF!” A spray of bubbles shot out the edges of Pumpkin’s muzzle, as she was dropped onto her mother’s lap.
  499.  
  500. >“Dont’ even think about spitting it out, missy! If I see that thing so much as go an inch out of your mouth, we’re starting from zero! Undestood?” Cup warned sternly as she pulled Pumpkin’s pyjama waistband down.
  501.  
  502. >“MHHHFF! MHHMYY PWWEEASE!”
  503. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
  504.  
  505. 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.
  506.  
  507. >“OOWW!” Pumpkin struggled to cry out as every flinch caused her to sink her teeth deeper into the soap bar.
  508. The merciless barrage continued. Cup had finished painting her daughter’s rump a deep red when she began to move down to her sitspot.
  509.  
  510. >“What’s the ONE THING I always tell you and your brother to do, Pumpkin?” *SMACK* “Look out for each other? Am I correct?” *SMACK* *SMACK* “Is THIS looking out for each other?” *SMACK* >“Smoking? TOGETHER?” *SMACK*
  511.  
  512. >“MHHHHHF! MMM SHHHVYY! MHHMMYY!”
  513. 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.
  514.  
  515. 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.
  516. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
  517.  
  518. Pumpkin felt the slimy weight in her mouth lessen, as she realized that she had completely bit the soap bar in half.
  519. >“PTTFF! I-I’M SORRY MOMMY PLEASE DON- OWW! MOMMYYY PLEEEEEASE!” Pumpkin screeched, panicking at her fumble.
  520.  
  521. 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.
  522.  
  523. >“Why are you getting spanked, Pumpkin Cake?” *SMACK*
  524. Thankfully for her, Pumpkin had learned from her brother’s mistake.
  525.  
  526. >“B-B-BECAUSE WE SMOKED AND SMOKING IS BAD AN- OWWW! MOMM- OWW!”
  527.  
  528. >“One question at a time, missy!” *SMACK* *SMACK* “What happens to little fillies when they Lie, Pumpkin Cake?”
  529.  
  530. Or, at least, she thought she did.
  531.  
  532. >“H-HUH?”
  533. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
  534.  
  535. >“WAAAHHH! S-SOAP!”
  536.  
  537. >“Try again.” *SMACK*
  538.  
  539. >“TH-THEY GET SOAPED! WAAAHHHH!”
  540.  
  541. >“Are you going to look out for your brother better from now on, Pumpkin Cake?” *SMACK* *SMACK*
  542.  
  543. >“YEEESSS!”
  544.  
  545. >“Promise?” *SMACK*
  546.  
  547. >“YESSSS! I P-PROMISE MOMMYYY!”
  548. 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.
  549.  
  550. 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.
  551.  
  552. “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.
  553. A pair of nodding heads indicated to cup that her foals had gotten the message.
  554.  
  555. >“Now, there’s just one more thing I want to know, before we can put this aaall behind us. How did you two get these cigarettes? Did somepony give them to you?”
  556. Cup saw Pound and Pumpkin’s ears perk up, but they remained silent.
  557.  
  558. >“It’s okay, you can tell me. I promise, I won’t get mad.”
  559.  
  560. >“But he- he said if we told anyone”
  561.  
  562. >“Now you listen to me, Pound. This is a very serious matter. You can be sure that me and dad are going to bring whoever did this to justice. Don’t be afraid, sweetie. We don’t let anything happen to you two, no matter who it is.”
  563.  
  564. >“H-his name was..” Pumpkin began.
  565.  
  566. >“R-Rumble” Pound concluded.
  567.  
  568. 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.
  569.  
  570. 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.

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