One Big Family by Pan 
(Anon / Surprise)
M/F, otk, hand, paddle, non-consensual

(31/05/2016)

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27500164/#q27515102

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>You are the Wonderbolts' discipliner.
>In training, on tours, and during shows, they are like one big family.
>So it's natural that they have family-style discipline as well.
>Over the years there have even been some reforms.
>It used to be that the captain of the Wonderbolts decided which punishments an errant pony would receive.
>But the high-stress Wonderbolts work environment can cloud judgment.
>Better to delegate that to a neutral third party.
>You can only be fired through a unanimous vote from the rest of the team.
>If just one pony thinks the punishment you dole out is justified, you stay.
>Spitfire is usually on your side.
>Unless she's the pony being spanked.
>But in that case the cadets and full members are quick to back you up.
>This has given you great autonomy in deciding the proper correction for a naughty mare or stallion.
>It's not just spankings either.
>You can wash ponies' mouths out with soap for swearing or disrespect.
>Send them to the naughty corner if they just need to calm down.
>Early bedtime for a week if they can't make it on time to the team breakfast at oh seven hundred hours, sharp.
>and they'd better be in full uniform.
>In one strange case you elected to wash a pony yourself after her poor hygiene was harming unit cohesion.
>She wasn't too thrilled by you scrubbing down her rump
>You threw in a whap with the bath brush when she got feisty.
>She was an angel after that.
>Following her bath in the little washtub she got better on her own.

>On to the current issue.
>Surprise has been acting up all day
>She's the white pegasus with the yellow mane
>Now it's bedtime and you think it'd be good to nip this in the butt right now

>Surprise is in for more than a gentle reminder to behave.
>You're going to give her something to think about.
>She will doze off on her stomach with her tush still smarting.
>A hush travels through the Wonderbolts barracks as they notice you.

>Who will be the unlucky pony?
>They have their guesses.
>Which they whisper to each other as you walk through the rows of bunks.
>You stop at the last row
>Surprise and Soarin'
>Soarin's not immune to a good paddling now and then
>Whines like a colt when he does
>but as a senior officer he usually knows the rules
>Surprise is pretty sure she's doomed
>You confirm her fears
>"Surprise. You and I have some business to take care of."
>She eeps as you sit at the foot of her bed and beckon her with your right hand
>She's too busy looking at your left, which is holding the paddle
>It's military-grade
>Wonderbolts are a semi-military unit
>Corporal punishment is still practiced in the Royal Guard
>By the encouragement of Princess Celestia
>So it's some defense contractor's job to churn out a few paddles every year to keep up with demand
>They don't need that many
>Royal Guard isn't growing that fast
>But paddles that are used frequently get worn down
>And eventually they break across the backside of a miscreant stallion
>Because it "creates jobs" they even manufacture more than they need
>The extras get sold as military surplus
>Parents buy them and use them on naughty foals
>You've seen it done at a few Wonderbolts friends-and-family events
>You are thrilled you weren't raised on military surplus spankings
>And you wonder whether or not the Wonderbolts' foals realize their parents are still spanked

>Surprise must figure she's already done for
>"Please Mr. Anon, not that! Just use your hand. It will hurt enough!"
>She buries herself under her blanket, sinking down from her former upright position
>Bedspread over her eyes, begging for mercy
>Ponies really do regress to foals when they're about to be spanked
>Enough games
>You scoot towards her without getting up
>Reach out to her head
>Pat pat
>"C'mon kiddo."
>"Nuh-uh!"
>She just pulled the covers further over her head
>We'll see how you like this then.

>You navigate your hand around her mane and fuzzy head until you find her ear
>She shakes her head to try to loosen your grasp
>But you're too experienced to waver in your corporal duty
>With your thumb and index finger on opposite sides of her ear, you give the universal parental compliance device a good tug towards you
>"Ow! He-ey..."
>That coaxes her out
>Pouting like a foal, nonetheless
>Her little scowl is so cute
>She knows her seat is gonna get painted red
>With your hand still pulling her ear gently towards you, you shift your weight and get back to the foot of her bunk
>She makes her way closer to you, scooting just like you've been
>Finally, you're in position
>She doesn't want to make the last part of the trip, to end up over your knee
>You set down the wooden paddle, holes and all
>You pat your lap
>"Can't this wait til morning, Anon?"
>You're sick of her stalling
>You go back to pulling hard on her pointy ear
SMACK! SMACK!
>And you throw in a handspank on each rump cheek for good measure
>"Surprise. You know I'm in charge here. You know what the rules are. It's high time you had a little reminder of that."
>She pouts some more, but goes over your lap.
>You start lecturing her, well aware that she's hanging on every word that you speak
>"A Wonderbolt is respectful."
>You pat her backside
>Her wings stretch out in terror
>But you're not spanking her yet
>"A Wonderbolt is kind."
(pat)
>"A Wonderbolt is a team player."
(pat)
>"Rolling your eyes at being put on the "Newbie" team is NOT how you show leadership."
>"Why would anypony want to be a Wonderbolt if they saw the way you've been misbehaving all day?"
(pat pat)
SMACK!
>You're still using your hand.
>The real spanking hasn't started yet.
>"Answer me, young mare."
>"I- I- I don't know."

>"That's right. If this is how Wonderbolts act, I should write a letter to Princess Celestia right now and suggest that Her Majesty disband the whole force. Trash talking your own teammates? Is that the kind of camaraderie you had when you were a newbie?"
>"N, no sir."
(pat)
>"Is that why ponies come from all over Equestria to watch the Wonderbolts perform?"
>"No sir."
Pat
>She kicked out her legs for that one
>You're a little frustrated, so that pat was a bit harder.
>"I'm glad to see that we're on the same page. It seems we're in agreement that you need a spanking."
>"N-no!"
>She kicks even harder
(giggle) (pat pat)
>You pat both of her cheeks and continue explaining where Surprise went wrong.
>"As a Wonderbolt, you are held in the highest esteem. That esteem is earned with the understanding that horseplay is NOT-"
(pat)
>"...to be tolerated. A joke here and there is fine, but all day you've been gliding far over the line between fun airspace and cruel airspace, without clearance from Mare Traffic Control."
>You pick up the brown wooden paddle
>"Keep all this in mind during your spanking, Miss Naughtyflanks."
whizzSPANK
>"..."
>The way the paddle cuts through the air is something to behold.
whizzTHUD
>Probably instills some good fear in the whole lot of them
>The sound alone has a conditioned fear response in almost every pony here
whizzWHAP
>"Ah!"
>Surprise bites her lip.
>She can't last forever.
whizzWHAP
>Sensitive, shy ponies like Surprise get super embarrassed whenever they are paddled
whizzTHUD
>So they try to keep quiet and not cry like a foal
>That brave notion goes out the window within a few smacks
>For the most part,
whizzSPANK
>You're covering both fatty curves of Surprise's wriggling tush at once
>But you also direct the full force of the paddle on one glute as needed
whizzCRACK
>"Anon! I'm sor-yyy!"
>The sizzling pink paddle outline left on her white (and reddening) behind speaks for itself

>Yet the chastized butt's owner has something to add.
>You see her tears
>Some snot dribbling down her muzzle
>"I didn't realize how mean I wa-a-aa-as..!"
>Plausible
>"But that does not excuse your deplorable behavior."
>You wanted this spanking to count, but you don't think she can take much more.
>Still wanting to make an impression on her and the other featherbrains in the room, you fall back to your standby
(tap)
>The taps hurt more now, even though they're soft, because her rear has taken some punishment
>And because you are tapping with the paddle
>Her fidgeting backside is right on the border of the perfect color for a properly-disciplined filly
(pat pat)
>Surprise winces
>Catching her breath
>Hurts more than sitting down after a spanking, but not much
>Her legs go forward and back like she's treading water
>"I want you to realize how hurtful your actions have been today."
(pat)
>"I wouldn't be here whupping your rump if I didn't think it was the best way to get that message across to you."
(pat)
>(Whine) "Th-thanks, Mr. Anon, sir."
>"You're welcome, sweetie. A little more and we can move on from this."
>Her ears flop down
>Her eyes go wide in fear before she can hide that expression
>(gulp) "Yes, of course."
>She knew in the back of her mind that her punishment probably wasn't over.
>Those little butt pats sure were a nice change of pace for her, however.
wshhhSMACK! wshhWHAP! wshhhTHUD!
>"Waaah!"
wsshhhSPANK!
>There goes her dignity, just in time.
>"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaah! Oooow!"
>Her tears are really coming down now.
>"That was the last one, Surprise."
>"Wu-really?"
>"Em-hm."
>You nodded
>Surprise awkwardly scrambles off your lap
>Stays on her stomach, facing down, and reaches her hooves back to subdue some of the stinging in her hindquarters
>"I'll leave further instructions for you on the bulletin board, Surprise. Wake up at the bugle call like normal and then follow my directions.

>You get off the bed and head even farther into the room to gather up the lightningbug bulbs
>As you walk back towards the entrance to the crew quarters, you pass Surprise's bed
>She's still massaging her reddened rump
>Ponies take in her rosy red behind, illuminated by the glow of the insects
>You set the bulbs just outside the room and go back in for the last two at the room entrance
>"Lights out, everypony."
>That means shut up, especially when you're around
>You close the door and grab a piece of paper from under the bulletin board, which is right outside the Wonderbolts' sleeping quarters
>You grab the pencil hanging by a string
>Press the paper up to the wall
>and write by fireflylight
Surprise: Find a spare trainee uniform and wear it today as you would wear your normal uniform.
>You hear giggling and whispers in the other room.
>Not enough to bust down the door and whap some foals, but it's technically not allowed.
After today your punishment is over. I expect you on time for crew breakfast.
- Anon
>That'll show the ponies you mean business.
>And the newbies will realize you have their back, too.
>Just sometimes you also have their backside.
>You head off to your more human-tuned sleeping quarters

>That morning, you check that the note you left is still on the bulletin board
>Yep
>The whole crew must have seen it, Surprise included
>You can picture Surprise's blushing cheeks matching her pink tush
>Her muzzle, deep in a trunkful of trainee uniforms in the Academy
>Her front legs bent over
>Her rear sticking out as the star-stricken cadets gawk at their idol's paddle-pinkened backside
>At least, that was your intention
>She thought she was better than everypony else, so give her a reminder of where she came from
>And a warning to the Wonderbolts and cadets that rulebreaking entails a color palette change on one's tush

>At breakfast, you sit with the elite Wonderbolts
>Spitfire, Soarin', and so on
>Surprise isn't at your table, but she's been in the squad long enough to be just one table away
>You notice that she is wearing a trainee uniform like you asked, complete with the exposed rump
>She's wincing and shifting in her seat a bit
>You can even see the start of the pink splotches from the side
>The night before comes to mind, and all the whispering that followed
>"Hey colts, what was everypony chattering about after lights out last night?"
>Soarin' and Spitfire look at each other
>"Nothin'..."
>It didn't sound like nothing
>And that didn't LOOK like nothing.
>Surprise still had a spanking fresh in her mind, so maybe she would tell the whole truth

>You get up and ask her about what happened after you left.
>"Uh..."
>She knows better than to lie.
>Her butt knows much better than to lie.
>"Some'a the other ponies were making fun of me for getting paddled..."
>For Celestia's sake
>You look around Surprise's table
>"Is that true?"
>Silence
>Misty Fly pipes up
>"Yeah... more or less."
>"Did any of YOU take part in this?"
>If the table was silent before, now it was the Castle of the Two Sisters
>Everypony buries their face in their eggs to avoid saying anything incriminating
>"Thank you for telling me, Surprise. I was worried that you would be a grumpybutt,"
>you nudge her shoulder
>"But you are holding up well."
>"You're welcome... sir."
>Given the crack perception of all Wonderbolts, the ponies at your table are getting a little nervous from what you said at the other table.
>Last chance for them to get out of some punishment
>"Did any of you know that ponies were making fun of Suprise for getting her rump roasted?"
>Spitfire nervously taps her hooves together
>"Um... a little bit..."
>Soarin' facehoofs

>You whisper back and forth with Surprise on what she thinks an appropriate punishment should be
>They wronged her, so she gets a say
>And they wronged you

>Your punishments are off-limits for any light-hearted jokes
>In the rulebook and in your mind it's undermining the discipline you set, by adding additional torment that you did not prescribe
>You let the ponies finish their meal as you do the same
>Let them think about what they did and how they will have to pay for their crimes

>Breakfast was over
>But there was one matter to attend to
>For more minor infractions you don't discipline ponies at bedtime
>Typically you call up ponies to the front of the dining hall for a few quick smacks on the rear during breakfast.
>The whole crew is required to be there, so even if the spanks are light it is very embarrassing.
>Sets a good example for the other ponies.
>You walk up on the raised platform meant for announcements and the songs of the day
>You name the ponies due for discipline today
>"Rainbow Dash,"
>A few nods of approval
>If there's more than one pony in need of an attitude adjustment, you call them up all at once
>"Misty Fly,"
>Some shrugs, ponies aren't sure what she did
>"Soarin',"
>naughty ponies have to form a line and everything
>The Wonderbolts look around in confusion, senior members don't usually make mistakes
>"Spitfire,"
>Gasps
>the ponies who have already been called up are on edge
>their rumps quiver, tightening and loosening under their uniforms in anticipation
>You say name after name until every Wonderbolt besides Surprise is up at the front
>the Wonderbutts cover their backsides with their wings in nervousness
>you line up all their naughty rumps as they face away from you
>Not for long
>"Ten-shun!"
>Their wings spring to their sides
>You stall a bit now that they feel vulnerable
>"As per the official Wonderbolts charter, nopony is permitted to poke fun at any aspect of a Wonderbolts' corporal punishment. Are you aware of this regulation?!"
>"Sir yes sir!"

>You walk down the line and give them each one spank with your hand
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK...
>They recoil briefly but snap to attention immediately after
>"Are you going to do any more teasing about another pony's punishment?"
>"No sir!"
>They all exclaim the millisecond you're done talking
>"Any more foalishness like you did last night, and I'll have all your butts in a row right here for a REAL spanking. Got it?"
>"Sir yes sir!"
>"Good. You're dismissed."
>Surprise giggled with a hoof to her mouth, but didn't say anything.
>She knew what would happen if she did.
>The Wonderbutts walked out of the dining hall, all rubbing their rears in their own way
>Some delicately and stealthily, clearly embarrassed
>Others were like Soarin'
>Rubbing their backsides with both front hooves for all of Equestria to see
>Staying in motion thanks to their wings
>You saw your handiwork on Surprise's pink tush as she left too
>Sometimes all it takes is a red bottom to steer a pony onto the right path.