Shorts by Pan

 

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Ethical pony world:

Everything Garble says and does in Starlight's office is confidential. Only when his parents make a special visit does the truth come out.

 

 

 

 

 

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Semi ethical:

She is not allowed to disclose anything specific. She is allowed to refer him to Applejack (staff disciplinarian) for punishment.

 

Not ethical:

Guidance counselor is also in charge of discipline. You just came to Starlight for advice on how to move forward when a friend helped you cheat and the guilt is tearing you up?

 

Bend over.

 

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Dragonbreath

 

Spike kicked his legs and tried to jerk his tail around. No good, Ember held it tightly in her right claw.

 

 

Ember chided, smacking Spike's flame-broiled tush with the flat part of her tail.

 

Spike felt like such a baby! He didn't even want to be here... as Ember yanked up on his tail and pushed down on Spike's frantically moving legs, making his rear more accesible for some extra-stinging sitspot swats, he realized with a blush that Ember was in complete control. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He cried his head off, his demeanor matching the typical context of corporal correction.

 

This was how kid dragons were disciplined by their strict mothers. Twilight made Spike study some dragon culture. A dragon mom hoists up your tail, and before you know it, fire on your backside and stinging slaps likewise signal to you and the other juvenile dragons that just like ponies, naughty dragons get physical reminders to behave, right on your naughty bottom.

 

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A cool scenario with Rainbow Dash would be that her parents catch wind of what she did to the weather factory in Tanks for the Memories, and decide to reintroduce Rainbow's bottom to a long, hard spanking when she visits them next.

 

 

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(spank spank spank)

 

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"WAIT, mommy! I've got hollow bird bones~ I'm too delicate!"

You even shake your rear to demonstrate. You try to make your eyes look like a newborn hippogriff, cute and worth protecting.

"The part I'm concerned about is your back half,"

She pats your bottom! There's no going back!

"Which is -definitely- strong enough to take a spanking.

 

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Here's my idea:

Queen Novo insists on whuppin' Princess Skystar immediately after they are reunited.

If a similar infraction had been done in or near the kingdom (queendom?), Skystar would indeed just be "so grounded".

The problem is a diplomatic one. Many leaders and representatives at the Friendship Celebration have a working relationship with Novo. If she's seen going easy on her daughter, it could hurt future negotiations.

So Novo grabs her daughter by the ear and takes her only a little bit out of the mob of people. She gives her an awful whuppin'.

But there's the matter of the states enroute between Equestria and Mount Aris / Seaquestria. In peacetime, they had friendly relations with the hippogriffs. Although the seaponies are in hiding, they still managed to send out scouting parties offering sizable rewards for the recovery of Skystar.

Again, this sends a bad message for diplomacy that Novo can't keep track of her own daughter. The hippogriffs head back to her home. Novo doesn't make a big deal about her daughter, but she is there when Novo meets with leaders of the other areas. They thank the leaders for keeping an eye out, and Skystar apologizes for making them worry. Not only is her butt red from the initial spanking, Novo re-spanks her to achieve a high level of redness before they enter any town.

 

This is hard power in the world of MLP.

 

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Does rainbow deserve some soap in her mouth after the episode today? Her intentions were good but a lie is a lie. Watch the episode to understand.

 

 

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Anon and Pan

 

 

 

Opposes: Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy

 

Supports: Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity (her opinion differs greatly from the whole Canterlot elite)

 

Others against: Mayor Mare, the Cakes

 

Others for: GRANNY SMITH and the rest of the Apple clan, Cheerilee (those fillies and colts have been too naughty too long)

 

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After it is passed

Twilight fluttershy mayor mare and the cakes are spanked.

 

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Filthy stocks all kinds of punishment implements. He recommends the right soap for washing a filly's mouth out (tastes bad, but not cruelly so, and no lasting damage), and the proper stool to drive home a lesson to a colt nursing a sore backside. All these are stocked next to the wooden spoons, manebrushes, paddles, canes, and for exceptionally bratty teenagers, riding crops. He sells horsewhips too, but they are just for show: a way for a mare or stallion at the end of their rope to scare the daylights out of a naughty pony. He wouldn't sell them if he found out they were actually used. He does make an exception for adult judicial offenders. His store and house are kept orderly. He would like Equestria to be the same way.

 

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Publicly, all Fluttershy would talk about was how mean it was to spank somepony. She keeps to herself the fact that she was spanked often at flight camp for underperforming. She resented it then and swore she wouldn't spank any foals when she was older.

 

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She just wants to save her own flanks when she upsets the princesses.

 

 

 

Sporkle might just have the most spanked flank in all Equestria.

 

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Young stallion, don't think you'll escape a sore flank just because your paddle is at home. Get your brush.

 

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"the Reunion is ruined!"

"Alright y'all, sundown is chasin' us like a sheepdog, and we got a few dozen hungry ponies here. Apple Cobbler, make sure nopony's injured. Granny Smith, yer in charge of fixin' up some grub quickly. Apple Dumpling, salvage whatcha can of our tables. Get em cleaned up and get creative.

If you got nothin' to do, wait here outside the barn. Leaders, whenever ya need help, c'mere and pick a pony like it's buckball.

Step forward if you want to be a leader.

Plates and whatnot. Apple Fritter, good.

Washin' the ponies that got dirty. Apple Honey.

It'll be dark soon. Somepony wanna do something about that? Apple Leaves, I knew you would.

That leaves just two jobs. I'm in charge of discipline. Applejack, can I count on you for gettin' some whuppin sticks?

 

Youngsters, put yer snouts against the barn. No moving unless a stallion or mare gets ya."

"I need three ponies to chop vegetables."

"Apple Butter, where do you think yer going?"

"I want ta help Granny chop!"

"Oh no you're not. You were the ringleader. Muzzle on the barn!"

 

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(Apple Butter is a teenager, right on the cusp of adulthood if not past it already. But he/she/they made a mistake, and now must pay the price the Apple family way.)

 

This is basically all I have written now, so it's going to be a long while.

 

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In Zebraca, they sometimes punish foals with "striping." They paint red lines on a misbehaving colt or filly's behind. Within 3 minutes, pain shoots through their body like each stripe is a lick of the cane. Because it takes time to apply, each stripe activates in a staggered fashion, just like a traditional spanking. It is ancient zebra magic, and they refuse to give it up even to their allies in Equestria.

 

They use this sometimes for speed, convenience, quietness, or ceremonial purposes. Though the pain is the same, the striping process is a formal application of punishment often preferred for medium to high naughtiness. Everyzebra in the village watches stripings in the center of all the huts. Regular spankings are on-the-spot and as unremarkable as they are in Equestria.

 

Seeing a zebra parent get out a bottle of stripe salve is like seeing a pony parent take a manebrush out of their saddlebags.

 

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Zecora pulls reverse psychology.

 

 

 

Zecora chuckles a half hour later when they give it back. Bottle almost full, but they're walking funny. Each pony has a crudely painted cutie mark on each flank. Apple Bloom with an apple flower, Scootaloo with a lightning bolt, and Sweetie Belle with a house.

 

The terrible trio painted more designs on their backsides. They all abruptly stopped like they ran out of ink partway. Apparently the effects kicked in before they finished.

 

Apple Bloom had the worst luck. Each crusader painted a friend's rump, since they couldn't reach their own. Scootaloo, with the least artistic practice of the three, merely shaded a lot of Apple Bloom's rear-end in basic repeating designs. Her rump's coverage rivaled her Granny's dexterity with an apple switch.

 

Smugly, Zecora chided them:

 

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Sequel idea for DC's Sugar Cube Horror. The adults in that story find the conversation useful. Some of the mares and stallions talk to each other after the fact and decide to start a club for discussing pony rumps and the adequate disciplining thereof.

 

The Cakes graciously agree to provide the venue. Not only do they agree with the content (as Pinkie knows all too well), it's good PR for the shop. It was just a matter of picking a time during the week that's normally slow. Bam, new business and now the whole town knows you care about making each little pony grow up into an upstanding citizen.

 

Many parents are busy as it is; they can't afford sitters and don't have older children to watch the youngins. These unfortunate foals are dragged to the Happy Ponies Society against their will. The name alone gave them the creeps. Apparently, parents think that spanking the daylights out of their foals' bottoms is good for them. The children never got an answer as to WHO was happy, the parents or the foals they spank.

 

Luckily, they don't have to stay for the meeting, but different guardians have different rules. Some are allowed to play outside the shop while others can't leave the building. They are in earshot of each adult discussing the finer points of how to get a bratty teen who's too big for their britches down to bawling foal status. Each week the indoor colts and fillies hear their parents become more competent spankers.

 

It's mortifying, and each non-adult wants it to end as quickly as possible. Naturally, they are on their best behavior. They know the consequences of naughtiness. But foal brains are still growing, and a mistake was bound to happen eventually.

 

That poor colt who crashed into the glass pastry display soon found his parents dragging him by the ear to the front of the meeting for a demonstration on effective spanking technique. It was his first time being spanked on his sitspots (a topic of the meeting) but unfortunately his parents found it so effective that it became a regular part of his punishment. He was put in the corner for the rest of the meeting, a lesson on corner time and a vibrant heinie warning to the other foals.

 

After a few weeks of steady attendance, the Cakes honor the attendees with a batch of free spanked buns. Composed of two sweet buns side-by-side with a red glaze on top, they are always served warm. Pinkie hated preparing these, but knew the alternative. They were such a hit they became a menu item.

 

One week, they make too many and offer extras to the foals. Blushing, they accept. Of course, they taste delicious, putting the foals in the unenviable position of asking their parents every week for "spanked buns". It leads to a lot of giggling and teasing at the start of every meeting.

 

 

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The Cakes recognize yet another business opportunity. Any foal who has been spanked that day gets a free spanked bun with parent or guardian permission. They don't want to reward misbehavior, but if the parent decides to put the sordid affair behind them, the Cakes will oblige.

 

To avoid misuse, the spanked pony does have to quickly turn around and show off their red flank. After a comment from whoever's working the register (such as "wow, you got it good!") they are hoofed a spanked bun, free of charge. Most of the time, a parent will buy something for themselves, after a stressful day usually culminating in spanking the pony standing before them. Thus, the promotion makes money and becomes permanent.

 

Word of the promo spreads like pain across a colt's rear-end. Foals tell their friends, parents tell theirs... Eventually even tourists know about the Cake promotion.

 

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Pan and Anon

 

 

See, I would call on the baby gang to rise up, but by the time they all got here it would be nap time.

 

Much prefer a nap to a time out.

 

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They all cover their backsides.

 

They all shake their heads.

They nod.

They sigh in relief

They start looking at each other.

They gulp.

 

One swat per minute and one minute of time out afterwards for each minute spent waiting.

 

Desserts are allowed though.

 

 

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Prompt I'd like to see more of:

All the spell books on the lowest few shelves of the forbidden section are decoys. Young students sneak in and try to cast them, only to find the spell just puts them in the corner, spanks them, drags them to Celestia, washes their mouth out, dresses them like a foal, etc.

 

The spells can have ironic titles and descriptions.

 

 

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"Can you tell me about your muzzle?"

"My daddy says it's the cutest muzzle in all of Equestria! He says when I run I snort out of it and it's a-door-bowl! ..."

"What about your rump?"

"It's great for sitting! When I go potty it's what I use! Someday it will have a cutie mark but my other daddy says that will be a long time from now! ..."

"Can you tell me about the colors on your behind?"

"It's black 'cause I was born that way! Dad can never find me at night..."

"And the red?"

"Oh that. Dad told me a hundred times not to go out of sight of our house but I didn't listen. He said I would remember not to do it if I got spanked. So I did. My tail is navy like the night sky, one day my papa took me out on this camping vacation..."

 

 

"The ponies look happy, so why have they all been beaten?"

"Pardon?"

"Your classes. The older classes. Practically every pony had marks on their butt! I have to report this! Just documenting what I see and hear makes each physical take 3 times as long!"

"I may not be a doctor, Dr. Deep Breath, but unless something has changed up in Canterlot you don't need to document every little mark some foal has."

"I have to document and report all abuse."

"So do I, Doctor. Corporal punishment when used correctly does not constitute abuse."

"It makes me sick. Ponies laying a hoof on foals just because they're weaker."

"Were you ever spanked, Doctor?"

"No. If you think I should have been beaten just so I can think it's okay to beat little ponies, that just proves my point."

"I think you could use an attitude adjustment. And I don't mean being spanked."

 

"Ponyville is all farmland. We were founded by earth ponies and we're still majority earth. Simple ponies working the land day in and day out. We didn't even teach passed 8th grade until the second generation was raised here."

"So they're uneducated and they beat their kids?"

"No, let me explain. There's no unicorn industry driving the economy like in Manehattan. Foals have to work the farms and the family business. We hardly assign homework here because nopony would do it."

"When you're working 14 hour days in the summer, you can't ground your youngest, healthiest workers."

"If you aren't a unicorn you can't enchant your own cool-off stool, and most ponies can't afford one at the store."

"Spanking is what we know here. It's quick and stops misbehavior before it gallops away. For a lot of ponies in our town, a little heat for the seat is the most effective punishment there is."

 

"So you're saying... they weren't beaten?"

"A red tush? Celestia, no! I'd have to report practically every foal in town! And I'd have been taken away from my loving parents at age 5 if you were in charge!"

"No, you just have to look out for the actual abuse. Signs of bleeding. Bruises that last a while. Punishing for trivial things or for basic needs. Anything not on the bottom or upper thighs. Parents spank there because it hurts more when they sit down. Firm but not abusive. It's all fat and muscle down there."

"You're joking."

"You may not agree with it, but the law doesn't ban spanking."

 

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Sunset Shimmer went poking her muzzle in places she shouldn't, again. Now she was a raging she-demon with too much power. She was harmless with the Antimagic Amulet Celestia was wearing, but she still needed to drain her cursed magic to go back to normal.

 

Celestia had a solution and a punishment in mind. She simply made Shimmer conjure Nightmare Flail and spank herself.

 

The curse made incredible energy course through her body. The Nightmare Flail would hurt the way any naughty tush needs to hurt, but not cruelly so. Celestia was pretty sure.

 

If not, well, actions have consequences for bad little fillies.

 

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A young pony gets put into advanced and next-year classes. Eventually they are taking college classes in middle or high school.

 

They are teased just for being so precocious, but the teasing reaches new levels when they show up with a red bottom. Sitting in the front, raising their hoof to answer calculus questions, acting smart with a smarting fanny.

 

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The CMCs knocked over a whole row of ponequins from horseplay. Rarity spanked the 3 of them, and when their sisters pick up Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, they scold them and spank them even more, with an assurance to Rarity that they will get further punishment at home. They are led out with a bite to the ear.

 

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"You are right, sister. You will not have to endure a Solstice Punishment for the next one thousand years."

"Finally you see reason, my dear sister."

"Indeed, it would be more fitting to give all one thousand paddlings as soon as possible. They are overdue, after all."

"B-butt- That's impossible! Unethical! Immoral!"

"All descriptors of your reign of terror, if thousand-year-old memory serves."

"One thousand spankings-- even once a day would be over three years!"

"When you put it that way, little sister, you do have a point."

Luna waited for the other horseshoe to drop.

"Once a day would be a waste of precious royal real estate. I told the Royal Gardener we only need a venue for 500 days."

"You cannot possibly-"

"Once in the morning and once before bedtime. A growing filly needs a warm rump to keep her in line, and prevent further Moon-related"-Celestia poked Luna in the chest with her gauntlet-clad hoof-"lunacy."

 

"Another word, and I will have our Sorceress dust off my Daybreaker Gauntlets when she's retrieving the Nightmare Regalia and then I will really light a fire on thy behind."

 

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Pan and anon

 

 

What if Crimson Brush's "uniform" for the foals she employs is a red rump? All her helpers are sent there by their families as punishment for misbehavior. Kind of like my Diamond Tiara story.

 

And the priorities for her helpers are:

 

She keeps them out in public as much as possible. With enough new misbehaving ponies, Crimson could have a reliable stable of helpers every day.

 

Crimson does have an advertising apron she makes the ponies wear sometimes:

 

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Nice. I bet all foals in Ponyville and maybe even Spike would be working there at one point eventually.

 

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Imagine what someone moving to Ponyville would think.

 

 

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I've had an idea for ages of Rarity taking Sweetie for ice cream after their chapter in The Many Uses of a Brush. She activates "mom mode" and has no embarassment whatsoever explaining to all within earshot that Sweetie took her spanking like a good little filly, and even though her butt looks red as a tomato, it's just muscle and fat and it will heal. But because she bucked and screamed so much during her first of many punishments, she's getting triple scoop ice cream for being the best-behaved filly with a red tush out there.

 

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They would feel really heavy. Their stomachs would press into your lap and their legs would have real weight as they squirm and kick in response to the chastisement.

 

As the spanks get going and they keep squirming >>40245317, you might have to put a leg over their back legs to pin them down, or have a friend pony or human assist you in helping the naughty pony get their just deserts.

 

The rumps would be heavenly. A dense, complex machine of pure muscle. Their tushies contain plenty of shock absorbers for your whacks, so even if they whinny and cry you know their butts can take it. Just a red heiny, not the end of the world, my little pony.

 

After it's all over, they heave and cry over your lap. They reach hooves back to tentatively massage their rosy red rear ends if they are allowed to. If not, they beg you to apply some aftercare to their backsides, which you are under no obligation to provide. Eventually their tears slow down and you shimmy them off your knees. Maybe you order them to the corner. Maybe you cuddle them on their bed. As you watch them walk off, they are plaintive and cautious, each step reigniting the flames of a well-earned spanking.

 

For the rest of the day, you get to watch the telltale cherry-red signs of a spanking radiate from their naughty behinds. You will see it in the way they walk (slowly and with a bit of a waddle) and sit down (wincing when flank touches chair). You will hear it in the way they say please and thank you, making sure not to cross you again.

 

As they get ready for bed, you will go to their bedrooms to wish them a good night. Even if you didn't massage their rump before you will surely consent now, the punishment long over but not yet forgotten. Maybe you have special skin cream just right for this purpose, or maybe your human hands are enough to feel like heaven on a whupped rump.

 

You close the door and smile when you see that your little pony is sleeping rump-up with no covers tonight.

 

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Pan and DC

 

 

"WHY is everypony being so nice to me?"

"Probably because your spanking is still showing on your rump, my little pony."

"WHAT?"

 

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"Yes! Jackpot!"

"Sooo, Mom, I'm definitely not grounded, even after last night? For sure?"

"No, not this time, sweetie, but if you ever..."

"Okaythanksbye!"

"What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I wanna go into town and take advantage of this before it fades.

"Every pony is nicer to you after a spankin'!

"Free samples at SugarCube Corner,

"Extra games at the fun parlour,

"The best seat and a complimentary pillow at the movie theater!

"And all my friends let me choose what we play today.

"But I gotta hurry and cash in before these marks fade away!"

 

 

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"Back to class, little one."

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"Tomorrow's late fine is 3 strokes."

 

Extra:

 

Yesterday's fine plus 3 strokes. After the 4th day of spanking (6, 3, 6, 9, each day over the existing welts on the poor pony's rear), if the book still isn't back on day 5 it's considered lost. The pony can also report the book lost and get it over with.

 

But that is a last resort. You see, ponies cannot be banned from the library. It's too academically important. They carry many scholarly works not available even at Canterlot Public Library. A bit deposit or fine would not be fair to the poor ponies who are attending the elite school on scholarship. Like it or not, everycreature at school needs to borrow books.

 

When a creature has lost a book, they first have to "pay down" the lost book fine. The fine is 15 strokes of the cane, minus any already received. The remaining strokes are applied all at once, not with a day in between like the overdue return system.

 

On the fourth day of spanking (after 15 strokes had already been delivered), the pony must admit that they lost the book by the end of first period. Otherwise they will receive all 9 new strokes on a very well-torn backside for a total of 24 blazing red lines decorating their bottom. Many try to claim asylum by saying the book is lost and they already served their 15 strokes. The nice librarian politely informs them that she has strict deadlines, and the time for letting her know was hours ago.

 

The disorganized creature who lost the book then must sit on one of the antique wooden chairs in the library and write an apology note. The chairs are a hundred years old and the cushions have hardened and flattened into rock.

 

The nice librarian proofreads the note. It must have impeccable penponyship, in cursive, and be free of all spelling and grammatical errors. If the note fails, the librarian tears it up, informs the miscreant of the mistakes, and makes them write a new one.

 

This is because the note is part of the library's collection. The note will be placed on the shelf in a hollow book-like shell in place of the original book. The embarrassing note will be there to read for as long as the book is not replaced. Popular books are mercifully replaced in due time. (The librarian does keep all notes on the shelf for at least a month, as humiliation and a deterrent for other points.) Rare and out of print books may be replaced by request, if funding allows and the librarian can even find another copy.

 

If the book was expensive, the student also has after school detention for a few days. They help around the library, learning how it works and all the work that must be done when a book is lost.

 

Detention or not, the absentminded student then has to trade in their yellow library card. The normal card bears their signature, and the signature shows agreement with "consequences" for late books. They felt the consequences all right. Their butt is still sore from 15 or more consequences.

 

The new card is red, and bears the title "Provisional Library Card". A pony's signature indicates that "Books may be loaned to the bearer of this card, subject to a daily deposit and librarian approval. Consequences will be applied for overdue or lost books."

 

The library uses a deposit system for ponies on a provisional card. The librarian usually remembers the ponies that have lost her books, but if she doesn't, or another faculty member is filling in for her, the red card clues them in.

 

Remember how I said she canes borrowers at the checkout desk? By presenting the library card and signing the book card at the front of the book, the pony has signed their own death warrant. They bend over the desk and pay their "deposit": one stroke per book. It's a reminder of what's to come if they don't return the books. By applying the deposit per book, it reduces the number of books checked out by irresponsible students to those strictly necessary.

 

The borrowers are spanked right there, with anypony in line grinning as they watch the transaction happening a few feet away.

 

Then the librarian asks: "do you understand you will receive 25 strokes of the cane directly on your glutes if these books are not returned? And 5 strokes for any day the books are not returned for a deposit without a valid excuse?" She asks this EVERY TIME, and it causes cheek-reddening EVERY TIME.

"I need a 'yes.'"

That's right. She makes the little pony with fresh zebra stripes AGREE to their future spanking, in front of anypony else in line. Once they do:

"Good. You are to bring back all books tomorrow for another deposit."

 

It's only one stroke, thankfully, but a borrower still gets daily maintenance spankings for as long as a book is checked out. The daily deposit helps the pony and librarian keep track of where the borrowed book is at all times.

 

Ponies with provisional cards return books twice as fast as other ponies, and have never lost another book.

 

The provisional card is forgiven after one semester. Repeat offenders are given provisional cards for life. They are rare, but there are some senior ponies just about to head off to college or the Royal Guard who still have to bend over the checkout desk and move their tail for their deposit from the librarian 2/3 their size.

 

And yes, she does keep all the apology notes even after removing them from circulation. Many great ponies have been given the cards, owing to their voracious appetite for learning. She likes reading through apologies from future generals, provincial heads, even the Princess of Friendship.

 

Someday she may turn them into a special collection anycreature can read... but not check out.

 

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That's a lot of potential spankings for a late book. Imagine if in Point of No Return Twilight had to endure this punishment for not returning a book in years, possibly decades. She would be a sore princess. A well-thought out system either way. I particularly love having to write notes.

 

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Imagine the agony of finals time where a provisional student truly needs 6 books to write a report.

 

The librarian could aim for the sitspots for the deposits, to remind the borrower as often as possible to keep track of the books.

 

The late or missing book fee could be assessed for each book. It could collect interest well beyond 4 days if you choose. So much potential.

 

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Twilight dragging Spike to commision what may as well be a paddle for his backside

 

 

Twilight chimes in:

Spike, in his classic deadpan:

 

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Always how I imagined his scales would work. I bet the light green parts are weak soft points and remain so until adulthood. This is a dragon evolution thing designed to aid parents in controlling their offspring via correction. Something which Twilight is more then happy to exploit.

 

Speaking of dragon biology, I`m willing to bet that the reason why Twilight is just now commissioning a brush for the two of them is because Spike "accidentally" burned her old one conveniently right before she was about to use its flat part on him. If that's the case I wonder if Crimson would have access to fireproofing methods. I bet that would be a new request for her.

 

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Ebony, if she had it, would work. It's naturally highly resistant to flames, and its hardness makes for a harsh sting on the backside of any fiery creature like a dragon.

 

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Twilight and Crimson going on a research quest, with Twilight making Spike take the lead. He has to write experts in other towns asking for a way to fireproof a manebrush, with embarrassing detail as to WHY he needs it.

 

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Even better. Crimson would get to work with a brand spanking new type of material that she never got to use before. I bet Spike would really appreciate all the extra effort going into his future spankings.

That would be amusing. I bet he'd even have to write to Celestia. That would take a while though. How would Twilight ensure that his corporal-punishment needs are met in the meantime?

 

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Time for a trip to the Dragon Lands to seek their wisdom! And a sore bottom for the road, he probably earned it for something.

 

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But what could/would she use to deliver the sore bottom? Or would she buy a sacrificial brush from Crimson for the purpose?

 

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Why not simply forgo punishing Spike before the new brush is made? Twilight simply keeps a mental note of anything spankworthy that he does and uses it as dept which is repaid in the demonstration room after the brush is done.

 

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Agreed.

Especially if the spankee resists going over-the-knee.

Double especially if they resist because they think they're too old for it

 

 

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Mom is more orderly and home more. She cleans up more of Twily's messes and has seen Twily's puppy-dog-eyes when she is naughty.

 

Dad isn't home as much and not as wise to her tricks. He is softer on her.

 

Eventually, it got so bad that Twilight had to be sent to a rump inspection after every spanking from her father. She bends her front half over her parents' bed, puts her tail to the side, and asks her mommy if daddy spanked her enough. With two careful swats and a pat on the butt, Velvet answers in the affirmative.

 

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The Belle family is all drama queens. The parents spank so infrequently that when the sentence is handed down, it causes 15 minutes of begging and crying. Arguments that it's undignified and outdated. Assertions that the perpetrator is too old.

 

No matter. Sentence not commuted. Manebrush/hairbrush applied to naughty tushie. Mascara running. Dresses definitely worn the next few days, pony or human. Pony Rarity/Sweetie want the coverage. Humans want the least amount of material on their bottoms. Sweetie Belle might even wear sweat pants. Rarity would find them too unfashionable and opt for a dress. She just has to hope there aren't any unfortunate gusts of wind.

 

...

 

 

Data nerds (virgins) at Canterlot High collect information what girls are wearing each day at school.

Effects such as weather and day of the week play the most important role but the analysis indicated an unexpected spike in long, loose skirts, soft sweatpants and baggy shorts directly after report card day.

 

Further, this spike was matched by an increase in girls wearing newly purchased outfits during the same time period. This data did not reflect a trend toward the loose clothing adopted by others.

 

The two spikes show up in the data consistently at end of semester when report cards are sent home, but the soft clothing aberration sometimes appears alone, without the accompanying spike in girls with new outfits. These data points seem to be random, the last one occurring when several female students attempted to fake a snow day.

 

Data nerds are perplexed as to an explanation for these phenomenon, which is probably one of the reasons they are still virgins.

 

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Colt is dragged into Crimson's Brushes.

With much pushing, he clears the doorway.

His father blocks the door.

Other father nervously grins and gestures with his eyes, neck, and shoulders at the overwhelming scene.

Crimson smiles.

She said, wistfully.

With an impish grin, the brushmaker added:

After a 5 minute struggle and no shortage of swats, with color commentary provided by Crimson and miraculously without damage to her wares, they got the hellion into the Demonstration Room.

The zebracorn followed the two stallions and one very naughty colt into the room.

Crimson's horn lit up, and she levitated a plain wooden brush off a hook. It had basic, uncomfortable-looking bristles, and its only adornment was a lacquer sheen.

Crimson giggled.

Soon enough, the colt was in position.

(CRRRRACK!)

Crimson had had enough, and provided the inaugural spank.

 

After a productive "conversation", the two harried fathers placed an Ultra-Rush order for an extra-large, neon red brush with "NO!" in black letters on top of it. They wanted something bold enough to get through to their headstrong colt.

 

Crimson was nice enough to send them on their way with a giggle and a loaner of the same brush they had disciplined their offspring with in the Demonstration Room. She conveniently forgot that she sold cloaks, after hearing what the colt had done. The townsponies should see what happens to bad little ponies.

 

She took a mental picture of the stallions walking out with a tearful sandy colt in tow. The neon red color emblazoned across his backside would be perfect for the brush.

 

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Pan

 

 

"Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis is your singing telegram, I hope it finds you well!"

"Pinkie! Careful with the fancy grape juice!"

"I changed my catchy lyrics though the music rings a bell!"

She took her acrobatics right between each glass of juice, making all seven of them wobble on the uneven ground, but not spill. Her athletics put the Wonderbolts to shame.

"She's freaky good at that,"

was all Rainbow thought to say.

"Pinkie--- Careful---"

"Winter is already Wrapped so now the Spring has sprung!"

"At our Plus-One Party we will see which friends we've brung!"

For her finale, Pinkie balanced four hooves on four of the fancy glasses. Two more were perched atop her ears and one balanced on her muzzle. As the Pink-grammar note left her snout, so did the grape juice. It spilled in and out of the glass as it tumbled to the picnic blanket. As if suddenly realizing their impossible perch, the other glasses followed, sending the juice onto the blanket.

"(sigh) Sorry girls. It worked in rehearsal."

Rarity went red.

"Rehearsal!? Pinkie, that grape juice was imported from Prance! From the 'We will juice no grape before it's late.' ponies!

Twilight got angry too.

"With the 'Citizen Colt' spokespony!"

"I know you like to perform, but that juice was -really- hard to get!"

"Like, 'special fashion for Canterlot elites AND a referral from Princess Celestia!'"

"I can say for a fact we won't get any more before next season. Every crop is pre-ordered."

"Speaking of 'crop,' step aside girls. SOMEpony has to teach Pinkie Pie some manners."

"I'm really, really sorry Twilight. And Rarity. And Applejack. And--"

Twilight snagged Pinkie's ear in her magic and pulled.

"Ow, okay..."

Obediently and with a sad look in her eyes, Pinkie followed Twilight to the now-cleared other blanket.

"I'm really sorry..."

"We know, Pinkie."

CRACK!

CRACK!

Just a hoof was all Twilight needed. It's not the implement, it's what you do with it that matters for a naughty rump.

SMACK! WHAP!

Pinkie's behind was turning pinker than the rest of her coat.

She was suddenly reminded of her fillyhood on the rock farm. And not in a good way.

"Owie Owie Owie OWIE! Twilight!!! Please! I've learned my lesson!"

"Sorry Pinkie, 'We spank all tushies until they're cherry.'" SMACK! "Especially when that tushie is old enough for fancy grape juice."

Twilight made sure to give attention to Pinkie's sitspots, ensuring they would be doing no such thing during the picnic.

"Might as well get comfortable, girls. Ah've a feeling Twilight took this personally."

"HE-(CRACK)-MADE-(CRACK)-A-(CRACK)-MASTERPIECE-(CRACK)-AT-(CRACK)-TWENTY-(CRACK)-FIVE-(CRACK)!"

"And don't look now, but I think Rarity's searching for her brush."

Fluttershy looked worried.

"We should intervene."

(SWAT!)

Applejack grinned.

"Not just yet. Let'er hide tan. Celestia knows she deserves it. For this and about a hundred other things."

 

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Pan

 

 

(Sweetie Bell draws whiskers on Rarity)

 

"Get ready, Sweetie. I have to wash my face."

"Sweetie Belle. You're just in time. Chop chop."

Rarity hoists Sweetie's bags onto her own loin and trots out the front door.

"Why are you taking my saddlebags?"

"We can't have anything in the way. Now keep your tail up and keep moving. We don't want to be late. MARCH!"

"Is this about the makeup? I thought you'd like it!"

"It's not proper--"

(WHAP!)

"to apply makeup--"

(the brush cracked)

"to somepony--"

(whack!)

"while she's asleep!"

"And I have appearances to keep."

She swatted every sentence or more.

"I could not be seen in public with crude cat whiskers on my muzzle. Ponies would think I've lost my sense of fashion, and there goes my business."

(WHAP!)

"Slow down, Sweetie. You will be tired out before we even get to camp."

"You told me to go fast!"

(whap! WHAP!)

"Watch the attitude, missy. I simply misjudged the speed of a NAUGHTY (SMACK!) filly (smack!) getting corrected. Math was never my strong suit."

The two sisters continued apace, with Rarity not far behind her sister, and her sister's behind not far from lava.

 

"If you want to practice makeup or play pretend, just ask me next time."

(crack!)

"Okay, stop moving. Let's get you cleaned up."

 

Rarity produced a hooferchief and dabbed at her unhappy sister's drippy muzzle. She massaged Sweetie's rump, joining Sweetie's own hoof in assuaging the damage.

"Do you want to try again after camp? Maybe your cutie mark will be in cosmetology."

"What does makeup have to do with space?"

(giggle) "It means beauty, Sweetie Belle. Just like you are beautiful. One more spot and... voilà! All done! Nopony will know you were crying."

"I'm sorry I was such a nimrod. Won't ponies know I got spanked from my rump?"

"Well, yes they will. Not much fun having a 'new look' forced upon you, is it?"

"No Rarity..."

"Just have fun. You are not the first pony with a 'rouge derrière'."

"...had to spank her. Go easy on her ... sit down ... too much exercise with her rump muscles."

 

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A Brush with a Stranger - a Hearthswarming Festival Side Story

 

 

Our night on the town as a family was great. Holly and I asked to wear winter coats and our request was thankfully granted. Canterlot gets chilly in the winter, but mostly we wanted to cover up our rumps. The scorcher and the sizzler we had received, minus the two days of healing, left some pink discoloration on our behinds, and a twinge of pain if you sat the wrong way.

 

We loved seeing the city lit up and drinking hot cocoa. Holly's Dad wanted to treat us kids; he always made our vacations special. We even forgot we had been spanked the past two days. Then we attended an indoor choir concert. Apparently it had to be inside for the acoustics. This was some fancy concert hall and most of the year it was only attended by those much higher class than us. For these free shows, ponies of all backgrounds crammed in to hear the world-famous Canterlot Chorus. To our relief, it was standing room only.

 

Less luck to Holly and I, there was a mandatory coat check. We asked if we could wait outside but got swiftly turned down. Holly's Mom offered an olive branch: "Make a good impression tonight, and you might be allowed to go out tomorrow." Between that and knowing the alternative of our last two nights, we gave up our winter coats and shuffled into the main hall. We got there a half hour early and still ended up with unremarkable "seating." Ponies really care about their classical concerts and Holly's Mom was one of them.

 

Holly and I lightly blushed on giving up our last layer of defense from childish mockery, but nocreature said anything... until the end of the show. Everycreature entered the hall in a staggered fashion, but at the end, everypony just wanted to leave. There was a throng of creatures waiting to exit. In that wait, we couldn't even exit our row. Some mare we'd never met spoke up from behind us and started shaking our hooves.

 

"That was some show!"

Holly's Mom went on about cadenzas and soloists and the fifth row baritones... all lost on the rest of us.

We had zoned out until the stranger said "you kids were very well behaved. Your parents should be proud."

Our ears literally perked up when she said "you kids." The comment was a little embarrassing, but almost a relief after that 2 hour concert. One hour was fun, two hours was a long time to listen to mares sing in Prench.

Holly's Mom, ever oblivious to the delicate emotions of teen-agers, took the conversation to where I never thought it would go.

"They had better be. After two spankings apiece they're trying to earn back their 8pm curfew."

"Mooooom!"

"Hush, Holly."

Holly's Mom wasn't angry but it was the kind of authoritative command that would be angry if repeated. Holly and I had seen it enough times to know.

The mare just chuckled and said: "Oh, teenagers. You breathe and they get embarrassed. It's okay kids, I'm a parent myself. Wasn't too long ago I was making my teens hit 'soprano' notes as I made their backsides look the way yours do now."

Holly and I just looked at each other, tails quickly covering what we could and mouths agape.

"Oh, kids. I saw them for two hours, no sense hiding them now. Were you the one who did the punishment," she asked, looking to Holly's Dad.

"No, that honor goes to my wife. I was at the railyard. Whacking switches, not foals."

Holly's Dad couldn't resist the joke at our expense. It was good-natured, at least.

"I've got time. What did they do?"

We looked at Holly's Mom with puppy-dog eyes, but it was no use. She went over every excruciating detail, even the "get moving" swat we had been welcomed home with.

"Well you did a good job, miss. Exactly what I would have done. And they were still tonight, no talking during the quiet parts, and hardly any backtalk even when they want to crawl in a hole and die. I think they've earned their curfew."

That was good news, hearing another adult praise our behavior.

"That may be so. I will discuss it with them tonight."

"Let's hope that's the kind of 'discussion' where nopony's over anypony's knees."

She gave us a wink.

"Welp, line's moving. Here, I'll go first, only fair you get to see my rump. Happy Hearth's Warming!"

 

We practically ran to the coat check once it was our turn. Embarrassment aside, it was a fun Festival.

 

Holly's parents did have a discussion with us that night, and nopony was on anypony's lap. We were officially granted our freedom until 8 o'clock every night. We were home at least 10 minutes early, every day.