Week End Ritual by Pan


                                            Week End Ritual by Pan


                                            (05/10/2021)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37619154/#q37635224


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                                            >Every weekend Rarity and Sweetie Belle have a special bonding session

                                            >Sweetie wakes up

                                            >Does her business

                                            >Knocks a hoof on Rarity's door

                                            >Returns to her room

                                            >Moves her manebrush from the nightstand to the bed

                                            >Rarity enters soon after, taking a seat beside Sweetie on the bed


                                            "How has your week been, Sweetie Belle?"

                                            >Rarity leans back, giving space for Sweetie to lie across her lap

                                            "Pretty good. We tried getting cutie marks in hang gliding and cow milking."

                                            >As they reminisce, Rarity takes Sweetie's hairbrush and brushes out her sister's mane

                                            "I remember."

                                            >The brush glides through the filly's mane, encountering an occasional tough patch which makes Sweetie wince

                                            "I washed your overalls after all."

                                            "Oh yeah."

                                            >Rarity attends to her sister's mane every week

                                            >And it's not like Sweetie never brushes her mane during the week

                                            >But with both sisters' busy schedules, it helps to set aside time to clear out all the snags that arise throughout the week


                                            "What about school?"

                                            "Miss Cheerilee gave me an emerald for my drawing. But you knew that."

                                            >Rarity's eyes narrow

                                            >She continues brushing

                                            "Indeed. Didn't I see you start that the night before it was due?"

                                            "Eh-heh, yeah..."

                                            "And didn't I ask you if you had any schoolwork every night this week?"

                                            "You always do."

                                            >Sweetie said that in a half sarcastic tone

                                            >Rarity had moved onto her sister's tail

                                            "Sweetie Belle. You should know better than to get lippy with your big sister."

                                            >As she admonishes the young filly, Rarity's pulls of the manebrush become more forceful, pulling harder on Sweetie's skin

                                            "Especially while over her lap."

                                            >Rarity continued gliding the brush from the base of Sweetie's rump down through her tail

                                            "Ugh! Sweetie Belle, what *do* you get up to?"

                                            >Despite Rarity's protests, she was nearing the end of this part


                                            "There we go. Nice and proper. As for the rest of our 'conversation'..."

                                            "I'll never punish you for not getting rubies."

                                            "That's a relief."

                                            "But that doesn't excuse you not giving your full effort. And lying to me on top of it!"

                                            "Rarity, I just forgot! Honest!"

                                            "Is that what Cheerilee will tell me?"

                                            "She said it a few times but never at the end of the day! With crusading and everything it just slipped my mind!"

                                            "Hmm..."

                                            >With Sweetie Belle still splayed across her sister's lap, Rarity brings the brush in her magic to her lip, tapping it while lost in thought

                                            >Rarity rubs Sweetie's back

                                            "I suppose I can overlook it just this once. After all, emerald is an impressive grade for a one-nighter. Perhaps procrastination runs in the family. But you aren't getting out of your punishment for not trying hard enough. You could have started sooner. Or written it down in your notebook! I know you carry that thing everywhere and fill it full of crusading ideas!"

                                            "It's important!"

                                            "So is your schoolwork, young filly. Tail up."

                                            >She pats Sweetie Belle's right cheek with the business end of the brush

                                            "And the attitude earlier. If I were in a better mood, maybe."

                                            >Sweetie Belle drapes her tail across her back, allowing Rarity to focus on her target

                                            "I'm sorry, Rarity!"

                                            "Too late for that. Now then..."


                                            Crack! Swat! Smack! Smack!

                                            >A good swat on each half of Sweetie's backside, then the return trip

                                            >Rarity's talent for precision magic was quite useful when disciplining her sister

                                            >Or Sweetie's friends, for that matter

                                            >Sweetie squeaked in pain, hoping it was over


                                            Whack! Whap! CRACK! CRACK!


                                            >Two swats slightly lower, then two more even lower

                                            >Sweetie kicked her back legs

                                            >Where rump met thighs, Sweetie would be reminded of this discussion when she sat for breakfast


                                            "That's enough unpleasantness for today. Remember:

                                            *Behind* (she pats Sweetie's left cheek)

                                            every proper filly is a well-kept *tail*" (she pats her right)

                                            >The sisters giggle

                                            "You handled that like a lady, Sweetie Belle."

                                            >Rarity helped her sister to the floor, watching in amusement as Sweetie winces and rubs a hoof on her blushing rear

                                            >With a loving embrace, Rarity asks

                                            "Now what do you want for breakfast?"