Flitter's Date by DCFTEF 
(Mom / Flitter, Cloudchaser)
F/f, hairbrush, otk, corner, non-consensual

(16/10/2014)

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20202240/#q20207131

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Twin Pegasus sisters Flitter and Cloudchaser were as close as any two ponies could be. They had shared a bedroom since birth, shared toys in their foalhoods, knew each others secrets and even shared a common diary. Up until just a short time ago they'd even shared appearances; sometimes their own parents couldn't tell them apart. Only recently had the two inseparable fillies begun to show different interests & styles...Cloudchaser embracing a wilder, more tomboyish persona while Flitter was clearly the 'girlier' of the two. Their sisterly bond never faltered though...the twins could practically read each others thoughts.
That was why Cloudchaser was so confused this morning. For the life of her she could not figure out what her sister was up to.
>"Alright Flitter, I give up? What's got you in such a good mood?"
Flitter just grinned as she primped in the mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time.
>"Oh, no big deal...I'm just meeting a colt today."
Cloud rolled her eyes. This again? The 14 year old fillies had only recently been allowed to start dating and Flitter seemed to have a new crush every week. It was annoying, but Cloud loved her sister so she showed some interest.
>"Really? Who is it?"
>"Guess!" teased Flitter.
This wouldn't be too hard. Cloudchaser knew every single colt her sister did and there were not many that they considered cute enough to date.
>"Eh, Feather Breeze?"
Flitter shook her head.
>"Trot-a-lot?"
>"Nope."
>"Thunderlane?"
>"Eww, seriously?"
She'd humored her sister enough, Cloudchaser was tired of guessing games.
>"Well it's gotta be somepony Mom & Dad know or else they'd never let you go out with him."
>"Maybe...maybe not" mused Flitter.
>"Fine, I give up. Who is it?"
She turned around on the makeup stool and whispered out loud;
>"It's Stormcrow!"
Cloudchaser nearly fell out of her top bunk.

>"Flitter, are you crazy? You can't go out with him!"
>"Why not? He's handsome, he's edgy and cool! And did I mention he's handsome?"
>"He's also in High School..."
>"So? We're gonna be in High School this fall when school starts."
>"He's too old for us! Mom & Dad will never let you go out with him."
Flitter flew across the room, coming face to face with her sister.
>"That's why they can't find out about it."
Cloudchaser did not like this one bit.
>"Oh no. No, no, no...you can't ask me to keep this a secret. I'll get in trouble too if you get busted...I mean WHEN you get busted."
But Flitter wasn't giving up. She played the powerful 'you owe me' card.
>"Cloud, come on, please don't tell. I kept it a secret when you, Rainbow Dash and her lesbo griffon friend all snuck into that Wonderbolts show without tickets! I promise I'll be careful and won't get caught."
Cloudchaser was stuck. Flitter had really done her a solid favor that time, not only concealing her mischief but covering Cloud's household chores for the day too.
>"Fine...but you gotta swear you'll be smart."
>"Totally, I promise I won't get caught and get you into trouble. I'm gonna meet him in Cloudsdale, not here in Ponyville...our folks will never find out."
>"And promise you'll be careful with this colt. He's a lot older than us and he hangs out with the tough stallions."
>"Aww, he's not so bad..."
>"Flitter, promise! Sister Promise or I'm going to tell Mom right now!"
Flitter sighed. Cloudchaser was usually the bold risk taker. She was TOTALLY over-reacting.
>"Alright...Sister Promise; I'll be careful around Stormcrow. Thanks!"
After adjusting her big magenta mane bow and checking herself in the mirror one last time Flitter flew out the window to meet her date.

Cloudchaser could only roll her eyes. There was probably nothing to worry about. Flitter could be a little flighty and colt-crazy sometimes, but she was smart. She wouldn't let this young stallion do anything dirty with her. Plus, Flitter would move on to a new Very Special Somepony within a week. She never crushed on any colt for long. Cloud went back to reading her 'Power Ponies' comic book.

>"Cloudchaser, Flitter...could you come down here?"
It was their mother. Cloud would be called on to cover for her twin sooner than expected. She hurried down the stairs of their cloud house.
>"Yes, Mom?"
>"We have some shopping that needs to be done...where's your sister?"
Cloudchaser didn't like lying, but she'd made the sacred Sister Promise.
>"Ummm...she went to the library."
It wasn't a very good lie...Mother immediately thought it odd.
>"Really? School won't be in session for another month. It's usually as hard as pulling teeth to get you girls to read during your summer break."
But she accepted it without suspicion.
>"Well, maybe we'll see her in town. Will you help me with the shopping?"
Cloud breathed a sigh of relief; her cover story had worked.
>"Of course, Mom. Let me fetch my saddlebags."

A half hour later Cloudchaser & her mother were perusing the vegetable stalls at Ponyville's outdoor market, but Mom wasn't finding anything to her liking.
>"They picked these turnips too early...and all this celery is going soft already."
The clerk was apologetic;
>"Sorry ma'am, none of the local produce is in season right now, we have to get shipments from out of town. We'll have fresh celery in on Wednesday."
>"But I need it for a recipe tonight." 
She turned to her daughter and said;
>"They always seem to have fresh produce in Cloudsdale. Feel like taking a flight out there today?"

The teenager gulped. That's where Flitter was on her illicit date.
>"I dunno Mom, it seems like a long way to fly just for some celery."
>"Oh, nonsense...it's a beautiful day, it'll be fun. We can have lunch in the city while we're there. We ought to stop by the library and see if Flitter wants to come...she'll be disappointed if we go to Cloudsdale without her."
Lies piled on top of lies, as Cloudchaser struggled to cover for her twin;
>"Ya know, she was really excited about this new book coming out...one of those 'Daring Do' adventures. It's popular so this is her only day to read it before it gets checked out by somepony else."
That explanation made no sense at all, and Cloud knew it, but it was the best she could come up with at the moment. Luckily Mom accepted it.
>"Well, okay...I suppose Flitter & I can take a trip to Cloudsdale another day."
Both Mom & Dad made a point of trying to do things individually with their fillies, so the twins would not always feel lumped together. Their mother chalked this up as an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with Cloud.
>"Anyway I'm happy to see Flitter excited over a book instead of mooning over some colt like usual."
Cloudchaser laughed nervously;
>"Eh...yeah...that's Flitter alright...always head over hooves about some colt."
Oh boy...this was getting complicated. Flitter would owe her BIG after this.

It was about a one hour flight but well worth the effort. The twins' mother had been right; there were fresher vegetables available in Cloudsdale. The grown mare tried to instruct her daughter on how to pick the best produce but Cloudchaser seemed distracted, always looking around the marketplace, as if she was scanning the crowd for somepony. Mother decided not to force the issue.
The shopping was done quickly, so with saddlebags full Mom offered up a suggestion;
>"What say we try the Sunshine Diner for lunch? I'm in the mood for a hayburger, how about you?"

Meanwhile, Flitter had her hooves full with a somewhat grabby date. Stormcrow was attractive, as she had told her sister, but his habit of making physical contact at every opportunity was making the young filly uncomfortable. His leather jacket freaked her out a bit too. Sure it was part of the 'dangerous & edgy' image that had gotten her attention, but the more Flitter thought about it the creepier she felt it was. It was made of the skin of dead animals, for pony's sake!
>"So, do you think once we're done here you'd like to go someplace and maybe see a show?"
>"You mean like the Cloudsdale Amphitheater?" Flitter asked innocently.
Stormcrow leaned in and suggested;
>"I was thinking someplace a little darker...more private."
She backed up and took a long suck on the straw of her milkshake. Things were moving a little too fast for her but she didn't know how to tell him that.

>"Normally I wouldn't order a hayburger & fries, but we burned a lot of calories on that flight over here so I think I can afford an indulgence" said Cloudchaser's mother as they entered the diner. "If I ate that way all the time I'd just blow up like a buffalo. Enjoy being young, Cloud, it doesn't last."
As the filly followed her mother into the restaurant she looked for a good table but got a huge shock instead. There at the lunch counter sat...her sister. Flitter was sitting with an older colt in a leather jacket, sipping on a milkshake. Immediately Cloudchaser grabbed a seat with her back to the window, forcing her mother to sit down with her back to the counter. Luckily she prevented Mom from spotting her twin sister.
>"Oh my...you must be hungry. Waitress! Some menus please?"

It was like a scene out of a comedy film...Cloudchaser sat at the table with her mother while Flitter sat just a few yards away. She desperately tried to get her sister's attention without Mom noticing, but Flitter's attention was focused entirely on her colt-friend.
>"Are you alright, dear? You're sweating."
Cloud forced a nervous grin and assured her;
>"I'm fine. Just tired out from all that shopping I guess."
Still, Mom reached out and felt her filly's forehead. While she did so Cloud reached behind her back and tried unsuccessfully to wave at Flitter.
>"Hmm, you seem okay I suppose."
>"Yep, I'm feeling g-great!" stammered the nervous teenager, "Let's order!"
Mom just chuckled and pushed her menu away.
>"Oh, I already know what I want."
Cloud picked up her mom's menu and thrust it back into her hooves.
>"Are you sure? This place probably has lots of different hayburgers on the menu."
Cloudchaser was desperate to focus her mother's attention on the menu so she could signal Flitter to escape before she was noticed. Things were not working at all.
>"You're acting very strangely, Cloud, are you sure you're alright?"

Across the diner Flitter had her own problems. No matter how she tried to duck and avoid him Stormcrow was like an octopus, with hooves everywhere. He ran his left hoof down her hair and onto her neck.
>"You look very pretty in that bow."
It was a nice compliment, but the way he said it didn't make Flitter feel very safe at all.
>"Umm...thank y-you..."
But it was a distraction. With the filly's attention focused on his left hoof Stormcrow set his right one on her inner thigh. She froze in terror.

Cloudchaser couldn't take it any longer. She stood up angrily, knocking her seat to the ground.
>"Hey! Get your hooves off her!" she snapped.

Mom was confused, but when she looked behind her confusion turned to anger. She'd turned around just in time to see Stormcrow's hoof on her daughter's thigh, and that was all it took.
>"Young stallion what do you think you are doing!?"
Stormcrow backed off, not far enough.
>"Whoa, chill out, we're on a date here."
>"She is only fourteen years old! You get your hooves off her this instant!"
Despite the trouble she was now facing Flitter was relieved. She'd been getting worried, unable to handle the touchy-feely young stallion on her own...going to a dark movie theater with him genuinely scared her. She scampered off her stool at the lunch counter and hurried to Cloudchaser's side.

Stormcrow scoffed.
>"For Celestia's sake, lady, relax...what are you, her mom?"
The angry mare brought her muzzle just inches from his and growled;
>"Yes I am."
The teenage stallion gulped nervously, looked around the diner and decided retreat was his best option. Faster than the winner of last year's Wonderbolts Derby he was gone, out the door and far away from this menacing mother.

The whole diner was silent for a few moments. Flitter was the first one to speak;
>"Umm, Mom, I w-was just..."
But she was silenced by a low growl;
>"Flitter, pay for your milkshake right now, young filly. We are leaving."
She frantically rummaged through her purse for a few bits, but Cloudchaser pulled out some first and thrust them into her twin sister's hooves. She dropped them on the counter and before the cashier could make change both fillies rushed out the door...their mother following at a much slower pace.

The flight home was almost completely silent. Mom flew in front, the twins following close behind, whispering between each other when they thought it was safe.
>"Flitter I'm sorry I freaked out like that...but when that jerk put his hoof..."
>"It's fine Cloud, you did me a favor...thanks. Now if you could just save me from Mom."
>"I think we're both gonna get grounded over this."
Flitter thought for a moment and asked;
>"Why do we use that term anyway?"
>"Whatcha mean? That's what it's called."
>"Yeah, but it sounds like something Earth ponies would say."
>"Seriously Flit? You're worrying about that at a time like this?"
Before the conversation could go any further they were silenced by a sharp glance from Mom.

Too soon they arrived home at the cloud house in Ponyville. The two nervous fillies would have preferred a much longer flight.
>"You two wait right here" their mother growled.
She trotted upstairs, leaving her daughters standing in the living room.
>"Oh man...I can't believe this is happening...we are in so much trouble" moaned Flitter. "What were you & Mom doing in Cloudsdale, anyway?"
>"Flit, I SWEAR I didn't tell on you" Cloudchaser replied "she wanted to do some grocery shopping. How was I to know that was the same diner where you and Stormcrow were hanging out?"
Flitter pawed at the floor a bit with her hoof and admitted;
>"I'm kinda glad you walked into that diner though. Stormcrow was being a real jerk and...he was kinda scaring me."
She took a deep breath and added;
>"You were right, I shouldn't have gone out with him."

Before Cloudchaser could reply their mother returned. She was carrying her big wooden hairbrush in her teeth. Flitter gasped and took a few steps back.
>"M-Mom...what is that f-for?"
She dropped the menacing implement from her mouth into her hoof.
>"Well it isn't for your mane, young filly."

The sight of that hairbrush brought Flitter close to a panic attack.
>"Mom, please, no! You can't do that! I'm too old for a spanking! I'm-I'm sorry, I know I screwed up! I'll be grounded...a whole month...or the whole summer until school starts! Please, you can't spank me, PLEASE!"
Her mother was not in the mood to bargain though.
>"Don't give me any ideas, Flitter. You probably will be grounded, but I will discuss that with your father before deciding how long. As for being 'too old' for a spanking, you're about to learn differently. We established a clear set of rules when we decided to let you girls spend time with colts. Your father & I have to be introduced to a colt and approve of him before you are allowed to date. Less than 4 months later you're already sneaking around and violating that rule? And since when are you allowed to fly all the way to Cloudsdale on your own?"
Tears already running down her cheeks, Flitter tried to come up with an explanation, a defense, anything that would ameliorate the trouble she was in, but Mom wasn't in the mood to hear it.
>"I think what we have here is a little filly who thinks she's too grown up for the rules. A filly who's going to get a reminder today that she's still a child, and as such will be punished as a child."
Flitter had never been very good at keeping her dignity during moments like these; already she was choking & sobbing...crying freely in anticipation of what was coming.
>"Mom...I'm SORRY! Please, please don't spank me...it's gonna hurt!"
>"Young filly, you earned this. I'm going to make sure it hurts" Mom growled, "now get your nose in that corner. Cloudchaser is going first."
The other sister nearly fell over in shock.
>"What!?"

>"You heard me, Cloud. Do you think I've forgotten your role? Helping your sister sneak around...lying about the library to cover for her. You've earned a spanking just like Flitter."
Cloudchaser frantically danced on all 4 hooves, desperate to talk her way out of what Flitter hadn't been able to escape.
>"But...but...I'm too old for a spanking!"
>"I already tried that! We're twins" said Flitter from the corner, "you're the same age I am!"
>"But I was born 18 minutes before you" Cloud replied.
Their mother didn't even bother responding to that.

>"I'm not going to tolerate you girls hatching plots and working together to break the rules. If you choose to help your sister misbehave you deserve to get punished right along side her. Now come over here, Cloud."
She sat down on the sofa and beckoned with her hairbrush.
The spiky haired filly whined desperately, trying to find any possible escape from this surprise spanking. Her mother was not pleased with the stalling;
>"Cloud, now. 1...2..."
Cloudchaser knew she would regret letting Mom reach number three. With tears in her eyes to match Flitter's she forced herself forward and as soon as she was in arms reach found herself turned over mother's lap.

Earlier this same day Cloudchaser had enjoyed being treated as an equal; a near-adult who Mom could talk & laugh with, and who could be depended upon to help. Several times today Cloud had felt a swell of pride when Mom trusted her to make decisions that effected the whole family (at least the family's dinner). It felt good to be treated like an adult.
This was the exact opposite though.
Cloudchaser was nearly as big as her mother, but Mom had no trouble forcing her into the vulnerable, humiliating position across her lap. Laying there, trembling rump in the air, already crying in fear of the punishment about to come, Cloud felt nothing like an adult, but a naughty foal about to learn a painful lesson from the real authority in her house.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
With her nose in the corner Flitter could not see what was going on, nor did she dare turn her head to peek. Listening was enough. Mom did not use the hairbrush often...since the twins' foalhood it was considered the ultimate punishment for inexcusable naughtiness, used only a few times a year. As the girls got older and spankings became less frequent the hairbrush often sat unused (but never forgotten) for long periods of time. Mom had a smaller, lighter hairbrush for brushing her mane...this terrifying wooden monster was only kept for one purpose. Flitter hadn't heard its fearful crack for over two years, but the sound of flat wood on a bare rump was unmistakable and sent a chill down her spine.

>"Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow! Mom, please stop! I'm sorry! Ow Ow Ow! I'll never lie OW to you again!"
Cloudchaser squealed and drummed her back hooves on the floor. The hairbrush was as awful as she remembered...even worse. She tried to keep her dignity, after all she was a teenager, not a little filly anymore, but Cloud was losing her battle against the burning pain in her backside.
>"Momma...I'm sooooorrrrrryyyyyy, please, PLEASE no more!"
Her mother answered with a series of extra hard spanks right to the tender base of her rump. That was all Cloudchaser could take; she lost all composure and cried like a blank-flank foal.
>"WHHHhhaaaaaaaAAAHHHH!"
It didn't matter if all her friends from school were outside listening...Cloudchaser howled and sobbed as her hindquarters burned. She wasn't a cool, almost-in-High-School teenager anymore but a bad little filly getting her tushie spanked by Mommy.

Mom recognized the change in her bawling daughter's demeanor. She'd gotten the point. Help your sister break the rules and you're just as guilty. The spanking finished up with a last set of hard smacks...but it was blessedly over.

Cloudchaser gasped for air. Her rump was still throbbing with heat, but at least the sharp stinging had ended, there was no new pain being added. Tears still dripping from her eyes she lifted herself up off Mom's lap and struggled to her hooves.
>"Are we going to have to do this again, Cloud?" asked Mom in an ominous tone.
She patted the hairbrush against her hoof for emphasis, leaving no doubt that a second offense would result in an even longer, harder paddling.
>"N-no, Momma! I promise! *sniff* I swear it w-won't happen ag-gain."
>"Good."
She leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her filly's nose...still wet with tears.
>"You can go up to your room. You'll have some explaining to do when your father comes home...you'd better get ready for that."
Cloud whimpered with worry but at least she knew the painful part was out of the way. A spanking from Dad was awful, but if Mom had already given one he never administered a 'Round Two'. Back legs still trembling she made her way upstairs for a good cry.

>"Flitter, you can come out of the corner. It's your turn."
Flitter would rather have stayed in that corner, where it was safe. That wasn't an option though; the filly knew she was already in enough trouble and stalling would make it worse. On shaking legs she tried to approach her mother, but walked a few paces in the wrong direction.
>"Flitter, over here, sweetie."
The embarrassed filly wiped the tears out of her eyes and saw her mistake. Mom had to suppress the urge to chuckle...this wasn't the appropriate time.

As she inched closer to her doom Flitter was very scared and upset. Her mother recognized this. Where Cloudchaser was eager to be cool & independent Flitter was them more sensitive & emotional of the two...in fact that had contributed to her getting in trouble today. Cloud loved participating in a large group and distinguishing herself within that group...while Flitter enjoyed making a more intimate connection with a small group or just one other pony. Predictably she loved dating colts, but the young filly was often naïve about the situations that placed her in. Mom & Dad set rules to ensure her innocence did not put her in danger, but today those rules had been broken...badly. Flitter would have to pay the price for that, and she was a sobbing emotional wreck.
>"Flitter, honey, calm down and let's talk about why you're being punished."
Mom tried to treat her two fillies equally, but the fact was that they were different ponies and needed slightly different handling. Cloudchaser would be easier to talk to after she'd sulked and gotten it out of her system. Flitter needed to understand exactly how her mother felt and be reassured that she was still loved before the spanking even began.

>"M-Mom, I'm s-sorry I disobeyed you...and I'm sorry I got Cloud in t-trouble too" sobbed the filly.
Her mother nodded and stroked Flitter's mane to soothe her.
>"That's good. While Cloudchaser made her own decisions which put her in that position it is partially your fault that she got punished. You forced her into a difficult decision and got her to lie for you."
>"I know! I'm sorry! I feel awful about it!"
>"I'm sure that's true. You'll have to make it up to her somehow but that's between you and your sister." 
Flitter nodded and sniffled loudly.
>"What I want to talk about is the dangerous situation you put yourself in today."

>"Flitter, that colt was too old for you...and you knew it or you wouldn't have tried to hide him from us. He was practically a grown stallion, he had no business asking out a filly your age."
The filly blushed and confessed;
>"I...sorta asked him out."
>"Well, there's nothing wrong with that" Mom assured her, "but only if your father & I know and approve of the colt. Tell me; what was that young stallion doing when Cloudchaser yelled at him in the diner?"
Flitter blushed even darker. She was ashamed to say it in front of her mother.
>"Flitter dear, I saw what was going on, I'm not blind. Baby, it wasn't your fault...he shouldn't have been putting his hooves all over you. I know you didn't want it."
Her face twisted up and Flitter began to cry again.
>"Momma, I just didn't know how to make him stop! He wanted to go to a dark movie theater with him...I was scared!"
She put her arms around her, rocking her trembling foal to calm her.
>"I know, I know, but nothing bad happened. It was just lucky that your sister and I came into that diner and Cloudchaser saw what was going on."
For the whole flight back Flitter had considered that the worst luck in all Equestria. Now she thought about what would have happened if Mom & Cloud hadn't walked in when they did. In spite of the massive trouble she was in Flitter began to feel pretty lucky.
>"Now Flitter, you know I always want you to be honest, but when your father gets home we're not going to tell him what that young stallion was doing. I'll tell Cloudchaser the same thing...it'll be just between us mares. I'm just afraid that if your Daddy found out he might track that colt down and do something rash. Do you understand? If you need to talk about it you talk to ME...not your father."
>"Yes Momma, I understand."
Now it was time to get down to business.

>"Flitter, darling, this can NEVER happen again. You got a good scare today but everything turned out alright. I wish I could leave it at that and call it a lesson learned, but this is too big a deal. Disobeying our rules...sneaking off...getting your sister to lie for you...putting yourself in danger. You're going to be punished and punished severely to remind you that you are still a child and you are required to do as you're told."
The filly frowned miserably. She knew there would be no escaping a painful spanking, but hearing Mom say it out loud brought fresh tears to her eyes.
>"Yes Momma" she whimpered.

Flitter found herself maneuvered into the same terrible position her sister had been in just a few minutes ago...face buried in the sofa pillows, rump exposed for punishment. Flitter cringed as she felt her mother sweep her tail out of the way and pin it down to her flank. She did not wait to start crying, the emotional filly was already in tears.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
Those soft sobs turned into screams instantly and Flitter realized her punishment was going to be much worse that the spanking her twin had suffered. Mom started hard and fast, laying the hairbrush strokes on without any pause between them.
>"AAAAAAAIIiiiiiieeeeEEEEEEOOOWWWW! WHAAAHHHH!"
Poor Flitter twisted and howled in agony. She knew she deserved this chastisement and that there would be no escape, but her body could just not hold still, it fought to escape the terrible pain. There would be no escape though...Mom was an expert and had total control.

Poor Flitter would have plenty of time to consider her disobedience and guilt later, now only one thing occupied her mind...the relentless, building fire in her fanny. Each spank was the worst pain she could imagine; it couldn't possibly get worse, but she was wrong. Seconds later the next smack fell, and now it was the worst pain imaginable.
>"WHHHHAAAHHHH! MOMMA PLEASE! I'M SOOORRRYYYY! WHAAAA!"
But Momma did not stop. Flitter had messed up badly today and she was going to remember the consequences of that any time she even considered disobeying again. Her filly was in miserable, all-consuming agony but the job had to be done. Both girls were at an age when temptation to misbehave would start coming at them left and right and Mom wanted to make absolutely sure the first thing they thought of was the painful price of breaking the rules. Sneaking out to see a colt may have been the cause of this punishment, but Mom wanted Flitter's butt to twitch anytime she was offered a cigarette, tempted to cheat in school or asked to stay out past curfew. With luck this wouldn't have to happen again.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
The hairbrush had already turned Flitter's hindquarters a bright shade of pink, clearly visible even through her fur. That wasn't going to be good enough though. The unfortunate teen would continue crying her eyes out until that rear-end glowed as red as an apple...Momma would see to that.
>"AAAAaaaiiiiieeeeeeeee! OWWWW! OOOWWW! Momma it HURTS! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!"
Her cries were heartbreaking, but Mom continued. She'd settled down into a more merciful pace but was spanking just as hard as at the beginning.

It couldn't go on forever. The suffering filly was exhausted from struggling and crying at the top of her lungs. It was time to start down the home stretch.
>"Flitter, why are you being punished?"
She babbled something unintelligible. That was not good enough.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
Flitter squealed, her voice trailing off into a mournful moan.
>"Again, clearly this time."
Mom gave her crying foal time to catch her breath and answer;
>"B-because I snuck out and *hic* w-with a colt you didn't know *sob* didn't m-meet!"
>"And that is against the rules why?"
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
After screaming in pain Flitter forced herself to answer quickly.
>"It's d-dangerous! I could be *hic* hurt! Momma PLEASE no more!"
Almost done, baby...
>"Young filly, am I ever going to have to punish you for this again?"
She desperately tried to answer, but Flitter was so choked up with tears & drool she could not get the words out. Terrified that Mom was going to spank her harder for not answering she coughed and gagged...trying to speak.
>"Calm down and breathe Flitter. Is this going to happen again?"
>"*sob* N-No Mom-m-ma...I p-promise!"
>"That's good, sweetie...now take a deep breath."
>"NO! Please, Momma, no more!"
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
Flitter wailed in agony but when Mom stopped she put down the terrible brush. It was over. While the filly sobbed and regained composure her mother surveyed the damage. She had indeed achieved her goal of a bright red bottom...Flitter would not be sleeping on her back tonight.
>"I'm *hic" s-sorry Momma...I'm n-never g-g-gonna disobey again *sob*, never."
>"I hope not, sweetie" Mom reassured her, "because that was painful for me as well."
As Flitter rested & recovered in her mother's embrace she considered those words. She knew what Momma meant, but found it hard to believe anything could hurt as much as her bottom at this moment.

The twins' father (a Cloud Distribution Engineer for the Weather Bureau) arrived home soon afterward. While he certainly was not pleased with what his girls had been up to this day he recognized that they had both suffered quite a bit for it already. As such he tempered his disapproval with leniency; as the 'less guilty' sister Cloudchaser got off with a simple scolding and nothing more. Even Flitter did not end up getting grounded as she feared, although the decision of her parents was far more disappointing. Flitter's dating privileges were revoked until her 15th birthday...a crushing loss for her. It ended up effecting Cloudchaser too; out of loyalty Cloud decided to forgo dating colts as well...but soon afterward developed a crush on a new Unicorn colt at school. She held off on asking him out though, fearing it would make Flitter feel bad. Unfortunately that left him available and Blossomforth swooped in to claim Cloudchaser's crush.

Both fillies went to bed early the night of their spankings, but had little luck sleeping, their rumps still hurt too badly. As she rolled around looking for a comfortable position Cloudchaser felt a nudge.
>"Cloud, are you still awake?"
>"Nah...can't sleep either."
Flitter sniffled and asked;
>"Do you hate me?"

The question took Cloudchaser by surprise. She wasn't ready with an answer.
>"Everything that happened today was my fault. I asked you to lie for me and you got the hairbrush for it. Do you hate me?"
>"Why would you even ask that, Flit?"
By the moonlight coming through the window Cloud noticed that her sister was crying.
>"It's just that...today has been a really awful day. I was so excited about Stormcrow, but that was stupid. He was a jerk and really scared me. Then we both got a totally awful spanking, which was completely my fault...I just don't wanna go to sleep knowing my sister hates me. Cloud, could you please start hating me tomorrow instead?"
It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time. Cloudchaser began to weep too.
>"I never hated you for even one second, sis."
>"Cloudchaser, I promise; I really, REALLY am sorry! I'm gonna make it up to you, I swear!"
Cloud propped herself up in her top bunk and replied;
>"I know how you feel Flitter...we're twins, remember? I probably knew how you felt before you even felt it. Yeah, sure I'm a little mad...that spanking totally hurt, and all because of you and your stupid colts. But I can't stay mad at you for long because I know how awful you feel. I know how honestly sorry you are. And I could NEVER hate you."
Flitter smiled in the moonlight.
>"Thanks Cloud...I really am sorry about everything."
Cloudchaser grabbed her pillow;
>"Hey, do you remember what we used to do when we were little and had a bad day? Think ya got room down there?"
Flitter smiled broadly and said;
>"There's always plenty of room for my sister."

The two fillies curled up together under the same blanket in Flitter's bottom bunk. They still had a hard time finding a comfortable position for each of their sore behinds, but once they were settled in both drifted off to sleep quickly, dreaming of better days.
In their dreams they were always together.

THE END