xxx by Nomine

 

 

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The filly sniffled a little as she made her way up the front steps towards the door. The croaking of their pet bullfrog did little to cheer her up. Daddy had gotten that little frog as a silly joke to make her smile, but today all it did was make her more nervous.

 

As she carefully reached up to open the door with her hoof…her little five year old horn just wasn't enough to open that big door on her own, it suddenly opened up. And there was her Daddy, smiling down at her. "Hello, sweetie! Did you have a good walk back from school?" He asked, scooping her up in his strong magic and nuzzling her tummy, making her giggle a bit despite everything.

 

Daddy had started letting her walk home from school after she turned five, rather than coming and picking her up. He said he wanted her to have in-deep-in-dance, whatever that was. He said it meant freedom, but Mrs. Blackberry just said it was too big a word for little fillies. But it meant she was allowed to walk slowly and smell flowers and play with puppy dogs, so she was happy.

 

Normally.

 

Today it had meant she had a long time to slowly make her way home, thinking about the note Mrs. Blackberry had written for Daddy to read. The note about what she had done during playtime when another filly took her turn on the swings and then wouldn't share…and then after had told her "The swings are for smart pretty fillies and green hair is ugly!"

 

Daddy's soft throat clearing made her look up as she came out of the memory, his smile having turned to a look of concern. "Sweetie, you seem troubled. Did something happen at school?" He asked. "Come on, we can talk about it over your snack…" he said, carrying her inside, nestling her into his chest fluff.

 

Once he carried her to their kitchen and sat her down on her chair, he made to bring her snack over, but she shook her head. "In my bags, Daddy…" she said as she sniffled more.

 

Raising an eyebrow, Daddy opened the bags and looked through. "Hm…I see your stuffy, I see some homework, I see a cookie I know I didn't put in there…" he said with a smile and a wink. Then he found the official little envelope and pulled it out. "A note from the teacher?" He asked her, and she softly nodded, her throat tight. Would Daddy be super Mad and Hate Her and throw her out forever?

 

Daddy nodded back and opened the note, beginning to read. His smile slowly turned to a frown as he read it once. Then she saw his eyes flick back to the top again…was he reading it twice? Like Santa? Oh no…was this bad enough Santa wouldn't bring her any presents?! Was it bad enough she’d go on the purr-mun-ant naughty list! And purr-mun-ant meant forever and ever! She’d never get a present at Hearth’s Warming ever again!

 

Then Daddy’s eyes flicked back up again. He was reading it a third time. She was always amazed by how fast Daddy could read. She could read fast too! Daddy had helped her learn how to read when she was very little. She couldn’t even remember a time when she couldn’t read little words! But Daddy read so fast. Mommy read fast too but Daddy was way faster!

 

“Ahem.” came Daddy’s voice, and she whimpered as she looked up at him again. “Snack first, then we’ll talk about this.” he said, levitating over a small plate with the cookie she had saved from school, a little glass of milk, and a small little sandwich cut the way she loved it. She sniffled a little…

 

“Sweetie, eat your snack. I promise I’m not going to yell at you or anything like that. We’re going to discuss what your teacher wrote, and I want to hear your side of it first. But first, you should eat. I don’t want your anxiety to spoil the sweet.” he said, gently reaching over and brushing some of her mane out of her eyes.

 

“What’s ang-sigh-a-tee?” she asked, the question slipping out of her mouth before she could stop. To shut herself up she quickly took a bite of her sandwich. Blackberry jelly and peanut butter, her favorite. Daddy made her favorite and she was in trouble…

 

“Anxiety means fear, sweetie. It’s a kind of fear you feel when you know something bad is going to happen, but you don’t know when or what. It’s like being nervous…do you remember what that means?” he asked.

 

She swallowed her bite and nodded. “It’s when you’re afraid but not really scared afraid, just a little afraid!” she said, and was rewarded by a warm smile.

 

“Exactly. Anxiety can be as little fear as being nervous, or it can be very scary indeed. It’s just when you’re scared of something that hasn’t happened yet, like your punishment for what happened at school.” he said.

 

She gulped as Daddy said that, taking another big bite of her sandwich. Chew. Swallow. Look up at Daddy. “But…She was being mean and…” she started to say, only for Daddy to gently boop her nose.

 

“Sweetie, like I said, we’ll talk about this once you finish your snack.” he said, only for her to shake her head.

 

“I wanna talk now and then eat. Tummy hurts…” she said. And it was true, she did feel a gurgling in her tummy-tum, a churning feeling that actually was very not nice.

 

Daddy looked at her and nodded, sitting across the table from her. “Alright then. I can at least understand that. So, before I decide what is to be done, I want you to tell me your side of the story. What happened at school today?”

 

She sniffled a bit, thinking back to the incident. “I was playing at recess, and I wanted to play on the swings. And I waited my turn like Mrs. Blackberry tells us we haveta. And then it was my turn but Pine Nut cut in front of me and got on the swing and started swinging. And I told her it was my turn but she laughed. And then she took another turn and I said get off. And then she stopped swinging and just sat there and made faces. And then she told me the swings were for pretty fillies and green hair isn’t pretty…” she said, then stopped, looking up at Daddy.

 

“Go on, sweetie…I’ll say my piece after you’re done.” Daddy said, though she saw he was frowning. Was he mad at Pine Nut?

 

“And…And then I got mad. And I pushed her off the swing. And she got up and pushed me over. And then I hit her in the eye and bit her and…and we fighted until Mrs. Blackberry took us apart and made us sit in the corner…and then we went and she talked about fighting is bad. And she gived me the note to give Daddy.” she finished, looking down a bit.

 

Daddy breathed in a little, before letting out a whistle. “Well then, that’s quite the story, my little Cinnamon Stick. And I can’t say I’m too happy with the way you behaved. But first and foremost, let me say one important thing.” he said, coming around the table and giving her a hug, tucking her into his chest. “Your Mommy has green hair, doesn’t she? Is Mommy ugly? I think you’re a beautiful filly.”

 

She sniffled a little before looking up. “Really? But Pine Nut said…”

 

“Pine Nut was being a bully, kiddo. And do you know something? Bullies will say anything, whether it’s true or not, if they want to hurt somepony. That’s all they really want to do. Now, as for what she did, I’ll come to kindergarten with you tomorrow and have a word with Mrs. Blackberry. But for now, we need to focus on what you did.” he said.

 

She gulped. Daddy only said that when she was really bad. Usually he chuckled even as he was scolding her. “But she was being bad and…”

 

“And that doesn’t excuse you being bad too, young lady. Like it or not, you still very much misbehaved. Even if you were provoked, that doesn’t excuse…”

 

“What’s pro-broke?” she asked.

 

“Pro-voked. With a V. Vuh.” he said, chuckling. “It means that someone was doing something to make you upset or try to make you be bad. And in this case, Pine Nut succeeded. Tell me, did you try to tell Mrs. Blackberry that she was hogging the swings?”

 

She blinked. Then her ears flattened as she thought about that. That was what Mrs. Blackberry always told them to do was tell her.

 

Daddy nuzzled her. “Thought so. See, if you had, maybe she could have helped. Maybe she couldn’t have, but maybe she could. That’s why you always tell somepony first. Now, if you tell and they don’t help? Then and only then should you do things yourself.” he said.

She whined a little bit. “Daddy?” she asked, a horrid thought occurring to her.

 

“Yes, sweetie?” he answered.

 

“Am I going to get a…get a…” she tried to ask.

 

She felt him nod, and then heard the sigh in his chest. “Yes, sweetie. I know this is the first time this has happened, but what you did today was bad enough to deserve one. Even if you were provoked. You could have seriously injured Pine Nut by biting her.” he said.

 

“In-sured?” she asked, then felt him pick her up and set her back on the ground.

 

“In jured. With a J. Juh. Insured is something different. And to Injure somepony means to hurt them badly. Like worse than a little owie badly.” Daddy told her, before pointing. “I’ll put your snack away for you. For now, go to your room and sit on your bed. No playing. I want you to think about what you have done, and what is coming because of it.”

 

With a whimper and a whine, she moved to obey. She stopped as she passed the door to the hallway, looking back at Daddy. He looked over at her with a stern gaze, then pointed again. She took the hint and went to her room, shutting the door behind her.

 

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The little filly sat on her bed, squirming in anticipation. She didn’t know how long it had been. Well, okay, she kinda did, the clock on the wall had changed a little. But she couldn’t read the numbers in between yet! She just knew that the little hoof was still on the three, and the big hoof was on the four when it had been on the two.

 

It wasn’t FAIR! Pine Nut had been being a meanie, why was she going to get a spanking?! Pine Nut was the one who needed the spanking! Not her! And why was Daddy going to spank her for hitting a bully?! Hitting was…

 

Like a lighting bolt, it hit her! Hitting was wrong, and spanking was hitting! So spanking was wrong too! That meant Daddy couldn’t spank her…right?

 

Right?

 

She whimpered as she looked over at the chair in the corner of her room. It was normally her time-out chair for when she was a little bad. And sometimes it was a jail for some of her toys when they were being the bad guys and her other toys were being the heroes! But today her eyes were drawn up to the paddle hanging next to it.

 

It was a mean paddle, and the only thing Daddy ever spanked her with. Never his hoof, or her hairbrush, or a belt like she had heard some of the others at school say. Only that paddle, with its pretty burned on design on the handle. Sometimes she took it down to try and figure out how it hurt so much when it was so light, but she never could.

 

Reminded of how much the paddle stung, the filly rubbed her bottom with a hoof, thinking about how much the paddle was going to sting when Daddy swatted it into her poor tushie. Was she gonna have a red butt for days and days? Was she going to have to start wearing diapers again just so she could have something soft to sit on? Daddy almost never spanked her. She had heard him tell Mommy he wanted it to be the New-Clear option. But when he did it hurt so much, in her bottom and her heart.

 

She looked at the clock. The big hoof was on the five now. Where was Daddy? She was really feeling scared now. Or, what had Daddy said? Ang-sigh-a-tee? She was feeling really anxiety, because she knew she was gonna get a spanking and she didn’t know when Daddy was coming.

 

Looking as the clock ticked, she whined, laying down on her soft fluffy bed, hugging her stuffy close. A cute little dragon, he’d been with her since she was a baby. She wanted more snuggles though. But the family pet wasn’t there.

 

As she laid her head on a pillow, an idea struck her. Naptime was when the big hoof was on the twelve and the little one on the four. If she could just wait until then, Daddy couldn’t spank her!

 

Then, right as the big hoof moved over the six, Daddy knocked on her door and she sat up. “Cinnamon? May I come in?” he asked.

 

Briefly, she thought about saying No. Daddy always listened when she said No, unless it was important. But, this was probably important…

 

“Yes, Daddy…” she said, laying back down. Her door opened and he walked in, shutting it behind him.

 

Coming over to her bed, he sat down beside her, rubbing her back with a hoof. “What am I going to do with you, my little Cinnamon Stick? Only in Kindergarten and already getting into fights. You’re gonna have to learn to control that temper sometime.” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

 

She looked up at Daddy, then at the clock, then back at Daddy. Maybe this was her chance. “Daddy? You can’t spank me!” she said.

 

With a raised eyebrow, he laid down next to her, looking her in the eye. “And why not?” he asked.

 

“Because hitting isn’t nice. And spanking is hitting. So spanking isn’t nice. And not nice means it’s bad. And Daddy shouldn’t do Bad Things.” she said, nodding. Her thinking was good, so Daddy had to listen, right?

 

The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile. “That’s some pretty sound logic there, kiddo. Now, let me ask you a question in turn. Is it “nice” to put somepony in prison for a long time? Is it “nice” to turn a Bad Guy into stone?” he asked.

 

She stopped. That…but those things were good guy things, they had to be nice! “But Bad Guys aren’t Nice, so why should Good Guys be Nice to them?” she asked.

 

“Good answer. And the answer there is that what is ‘Good’, isn’t always the ‘Nice’ way to do things. Sometimes, you have to do mean things to be Good, like stopping a Bad Guy. And sometimes, if you do the Mean thing, you can teach them not to be a bad guy.” he said, booping her nose.

 

She scrunched her nose up at his hoof. “But what about spankings?” she asked.

 

“If you watched a show about two fillies on the swings, would the filly who pushed the other filly be the good guy or the bad guy?” he asked.

 

She gulped, looking down into her pillow. “The bad guy…” she whispered. Daddy had her there.

 

He nodded, gently moving her head to look her into the eyes. “Exactly. But don’t think that means you are a bad guy, sweetie. It means you behaved badly, and there’s a big difference there. You’re a very good filly.” he said, nuzzling her.

 

Looking over at the clock again, she saw the big hoof was on the nine now. Not much longer!

 

“Daddy? If I’m not a bad guy, why do you want to spank me?” she asked.

 

“Who said I want to?” he answered, petting her back. “Quite honestly, I’d much rather not do it. But sometimes, being a grown-up means doing things you don’t want to.”

 

“But if you don’t want to, then why do it?” she asked.

 

“Because I want you to learn Discipline. And I want to teach you just how very bad your choices today were.” he answered.

 

“What’s Diss-a-pin?” she asked, looking up.

 

“Discipline means…” he started to say, then stopped. And thought a moment. “You know, that’s a very good question. It’s a hard word to define. I guess you could say it means self-control, or knowing to follow the rules.”

 

“Control?” she asked. She’d heard the word before, but…

 

“Doing what you are told, in this case. Which, since I said it means “Self” control, can you put it in your own words for me?” he asked.

 

She thought for a moment. Looking at the clock. The hoof was on the ten! “Um…does it mean…um…” she said, then realized. “It means I tell myself what to do!” she said, looking at him.

 

He nodded and smiled. “Precisely. And that’s what Discipline is. You tell yourself what to do…and what you shouldn’t do either. You tell yourself to follow the rules, and not break them.” he said.

 

She gulped. She had broken the rules. And she had done something she shouldn’t have. And she’d been the bad guy. And…Daddy was right.

 

She was going to be spanked.

 

Daddy waited for her to look down before kissing her cheek. “Alright, kiddo…enough stalling. Let’s get this over with.” he said, rolling off her bed and standing up.

 

Normally he made her walk over to her chair after he sat in it. This time, though, he just picked her up and carried her over, taking a seat before sitting her on his lap.

 

“Cinnamon.” he said, looking her in the eye. “I want you to tell me what you did today, and what is going to happen because of it.” he said. As he always did. He always made her tell him what she did bad.

 

“I was really bad today.” she started with a sniffle, her tail swishing over her rump. “I was angry and I pushed and hit and bit Pine Nut, when I shoulda told Mrs. Blackberry she was being a meanie. And, and I’m gonna get a spanking for it and Daddy is gonna be mad and…” she said, only for him to put a hoof on her lips.

 

“I’m not mad, sweetie. Disappointed, yes. But not mad. I think you could and should have made a better choice. And yes, you’re going to get a spanking for it. But after that, it will be over. You know the rules. Once you say sorry and get punished, that’s it.” he said, gently brushing away an early tear.

 

She held his hoof for a second before she felt him pick her up and lay her down over his knees. Daddy was a big pony, even if he was really skinny. She only barely fit over them.

 

“Do you remember the rules, Cinny? It’s been a while since your last spanking.” he asked, reaching down to put his hoof in front of her, letting her hold it close.

 

“N…No blocks. No trying to wiggle aways. No bad words. And keeps my tail away.” she said, and he nodded. Reminded of that, she whined and swished her curly green tail out of the way.

Holding tight to Daddy’s hoof, she heard the sound of his horn sparkling. Heard the gentle clink of the paddle being removed from its hook. Felt Daddy catch it in his hoof.

 

Then she felt that cool wood gently rub her exposed bottom. “That’s exactly right. You keep holding my hoof, but I want you to think, while you are being punished, about why this is happening to you. This is the consequence that your actions today earned you.” he said.

 

She whined as that wood rubbed over her bottom, feeling it a little more with every second. Softly, she felt Daddy move his leg, raising her bottom up a little bit as he kept rubbing. Suddenly, before she could react, the paddle lifted up and came down against her rear with a loud crack!

 

It took a split second before the pain registered in her head and she clutched tight to Daddy’s hoof. “OWIE!”

 

As she sniffled into his fur, Daddy moved the paddle again, delivering an even harder CRACK into her poor bottom! Only two in and already she felt like her butt was on fire! Daddy was so strong, and that meant her spankings always hurt! She must have been glowing red! Already she was crying into that hoof, tears flowing.

 

A light tapping on her bottom meant Daddy was giving her a chance to breathe. She took the chance. “Daddy please, my bottom hurts! I learned!” she pleaded, only to feel him shake a little bit. Like he always did.

 

“No, Cinny. You aren’t getting out of this.” he said, then cracked the paddle down a third time, causing those tears to come right back to her eyes. “OUCH! My butt hurts, Daddy!” she said.

 

“It’s supposed to, kiddo. Now focus on why it hurts.” he told her.

 

She whined a good bit. Daddy was right. She’d been the Bad Guy and Bad Guys got punished. But why did it haveta HURT so much?!

 

A fourth spank landed right on the center of her bottom, and she yelped as her tail swished back to block! “NO MORE!” she cried.

 

Daddy responded by sparkling his horn and gently picking her tail up and out of the way. “Two extra, kiddo. You know the rules. Now, you have three more coming.” he said.

 

She whimpered, but nodded into his hoof. Oh, she wished he would do it fast like some of the other Daddies and Mommies did, but never. He always went slow. Made her feel every spank.

 

The fifth one clapped down, the sound echoing in her ears as her bottom erupted in pain! She was past words now, just crying it out. She had been bad. She was being spanked for that.

 

The first of her two extra spanks came down, and she howled out, then cried even louder as the second followed shortly after. Her butt was so hot, it had to be on fire. Did Daddy set her butt on fire? Was she glowing like her little night-light candle? It was so owie…

 

And then she felt his hoof tug away. Felt herself being lifted up and placed into her Daddy’s warm chest fluff. And she just stayed there and cried. For what felt like hours she just sobbed, Daddy gently rubbing her back, cuddling her close and rocking her back and forth like he did when she had a nightmare.

 

Finally, she calmed down, reaching back to feel her bottom and wincing at how hot and sore it was. Then she lifted her head and looked up at him. “D…Daddy? Do you still love me?” she asked.

 

His answer was an immediate pair of kisses to each of her cheeks. “Sweetie, I love you more than all the words I ever know could describe. I love you so much that there is nothing I won’t do to make sure you stay healthy and happy and good. Even if that means I have to punish you to keep you safe in the long term.” he said, nuzzling her and cuddling her.

 

“You promise?” she asked, wiggling into his warmth.

 

“I promise, sweetie. I love you so very much. Now, I think it’s time for your nap, huh?” he said, and she whined. “What, you thought Daddy didn’t notice you were stalling, kiddo? Nice try.” he said.

 

As she giggled a little, Daddy picked her up and carried her back to her bed, laying her down and tucking the covers around her. Another kiss, and then he turned to leave. “I’ll come and get you in an hour, and then we can work on your homework before playtime, okay?” he said.

 

“D…Daddy?” she asked, looking up from her pillow.

 

“What is it, Cinny?” he said.

 

“Did…you ever get spankings as a foal? Were you ever a Bad Guy?” she asked.

 

With a small smile, he flicked his tail at her. “How do you think Daddy is wise to your tricks, sweetie? Let’s just say you’re not the only one who got spankings for the stuff you did at school.” he said. “Now, get some rest.” he said, shutting the door behind him.

 

As she laid there in the dim light of her candle, she rolled over, the feeling of her bed on her bottom making her wince and whine a bit. That was a really ouchie spanking. But she had been bad. Well, she had done something bad, but…Daddy did bad things too. So maybe she really wasn’t a Bad Guy.

 

As she thought about that, sniffing a bit from the owies in her bottom, she felt something crawl up into her hooves, cuddling her. She smiled and held close to her Daddy’s pet lizard, her hooves stroking over his warm red and gold scales. She giggled as he nuzzled her cheek before finally closing her eyes. “Love you, Thyrion…” she said, before dropping off into slumber.