Spilled milk by RoyalBard


                                            Spilled milk by RoyalBard


                                            (17/11/2019)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34593108/#q34628868


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                                            You are Pinkie Pie at three.

                                            You are running with a glass of milk.

                                            You trip and spill it.

                                            Will you be in trouble? You tell Marble.

                                            (Feel free to add to this.)

                                            "Marble, I spill my milk. Will Mommy be mad? Should I tell her?"


                                            ...


                                            Marble nods. "Tell her. Mommy forgive you."


                                            You toddle to your mommy. "Mommy I spill my milk."


                                            Mommy sighed. "Oh, Pinkamena." She patted her head. "Well, it's my fault for thinking you were ready for big filly cups. Just please be more careful." She hands you a cloth. "I'll pick up the glass, you dry the floor."


                                            Clean? No, that no fun! "Me no wanna!"


                                            Mommy fixes you with The Look. "You make a mess you help clean it up. That's the rule."


                                            You don't like that rule! You fall on your back and flail your legs. "No wanna clean up!"


                                            The next think you know, you are over Mommy's knee. Uh-oh. Mommy lifts your tail, sharply pops you tush with ten stinging spanks. You kick your legs as the sting ripples your rump. She lets you down and you cry before she takes you into her embrace, It's soft and warm and you cry on her shoulder.


                                            She hands you the cloth and then sweeps up the glass. You dry off the floor. It's better than a spanking. Mommy smiles and pats your head. "Was that so bad?"


                                            It wasn't. You lean on Mommy. She brings you a sippy-cup filled with milk. Oh, well. You're not ready for a big filly cup so you drink it down.