With Thorax becoming the King of the Changelings things changed. Changelings under his rule were granted a lot more freedom than under Chrysalis. A few changelings used this newfound freedom to move out of the Hive into Equestria, their new allies. One of these was a red changeling with yellow fins called Stinger. The ponies of the town which Stinger had moved into were apprehensive at first, but were quite friendly once they got to know him. One time, Stinger got lost when he had to go to a part of the town he had never gone to before. There he met a young earth pony colt (blue coat, orange mane and eye, no cutie mark) named Cobalt Dawn, whom knew the place quite well and offered to help him. Due to a series of events they went through a bit of an adventure together, during which they bonded. Turns out Cobalt was an orphan. One thing led to another and Stinger ended up adopting Cobalt. The adoption process being rather difficult due to him being the first changeling to do such a thing. Now the two lived together comfortably in a small house. Cobalt wasn’t a bad colt, but he did have some behavioral issues. Stinger knew this would lead to some troubles further down the line so he got himself a book about raising foals and asked the parents of his classmates (whom he met with during parent-teacher conferences). It was generally suggested by both book and parents that Cobalt needed some discipline. He first tried grounding him for a week and while Cobalt took his punishment for the first few days he quickly started sneaking out thinking Stinger wouldn’t notice. He noticed. He didn’t confront him about it, but he clearly needed to try something else. Pony parents were all suggesting spanking him. Even the book had a whole section on this particular punishment. So that's what he decided to do. First things first, he read through the spanking section of his book. According to it, the first thing Stinger should do is talk to Cobalt about it. Later that Friday night, Cobalt and Stinger had just finished eating dinner, but before Cobalt could go to his room his guardian had called him to the couch for a talk. ”I know you’ve been sneaking out when you're not supposed to.” This caught Cobalt by surprise. He was sure he had covered his tracks. ”I used to be a spy under my former queen you know.” ”But then why didn’t you stop me?” ”I was looking for another way to punish you.” Cobalt gulped ”And after some research I have come to the conclusion that a spanking would be the most fitting punishment right now.” Cobalt had never been spanked before in his young life so he reacted as well as one might expect. ”No! Not that!” ”Sorry Cobalt, but I think this is the best punishment for you. The parents I talked to said so as well.” ”Well they're wrong! You definitely don’t have to spank me!” ”I tried grounding you, but you kept sneaking out.” ”I’m sorry Stinger I won’t do it again!” ”But you already did. How would I know that you won’t try it again?” ”Um, I promise?” ”I’m sorry Cobalt but I need to be sure.” ”But why? Can’t you just let this go?” ”I can’t, your behaviour won’t improve otherwise.” ”What’s wrong with my behaviour?” ”It is not optimal and I’ve been getting plenty of complaints about it.” ”Who cares what others think?!” Stinger calmly looked down at his colt, the book had suggested that he try to calmly explain to him why he needed to be punished. ”Well Cobalt firstly, not learning how to behave now can have numerous negative consequences for your growth into stallionhood, second, bad behavior can lead to needlessly dangerous behavior and I don’t want you getting hurt, third, others complain about it because it negatively affects them in a way, fourth, It is a bad influence on your fellow classmates and finally, if it gets too noticeable the authorities that allowed me to adopt you may decide that I am unfit to take care of you and might have you taken away from my care.” Stinger made his points in a clear and calm tone that lacked any sternness whatsoever, just like how he was talking to his charge beforehand. This had a slightly unnerving effect on Cobalt, who was especially scared by his last point. He loved living with Stinger. ”I don’t wanna be taken away.” ”I don’t want that either. That is why you’re getting punished.” ”I’m not getting out of this, am I?” ”Nope, sorry. I think it might be best if we got it over with quickly, don’t you agree?” Cobalt nodded. Stinger smiled. ”Let’s get started then.” To Cobalt’s surprise, he got off the couch and walked to the middle of the small living room. Green flames soon erupted around him as he shapeshifted. That now stood in front of Cobalt was a small, metallic, thin box with a cushioned top. Mechanical looking cuffs were attached to the side of the box seemingly a perfect fit for Cobalt and from the back of the box came out a thin robotic arm with a paddle for a hand. Stinger had spent some time finding the perfect thing to spank Cobalt with before confronting him. He had found this contraption by accident in a magazine clearly made for the more „horny” ponies. He forgot where he got that magazine from (it didn’t belong to Cobalt) and he wasn’t sure why a machine designed to discipline was being placed next to such sexual images, but after looking at the pictures of it and getting an idea as to how it might work, he had an easy time shapeshifting into it and even adjusting its size for a young colt like Cobalt (the ones in the picture looked way too big "Well, hop on!” Cobalt just stared. This was not what he had expected.” ”I’m gonna need you to lay tummy first on this.” Cobalt slowly made his way to the machine, creeped out by Stingers disembodied voice speaking from it. He had a good idea as to how he was supposed to lie down just by looking at it. He was quite nervous. The box was a perfect fit, allowing Cobalt to comfortably lie down on it, his hooves dangling down the sides. ”Put you hooves on the cuffs, Cobalt.” ”Do I have to?” ”Mhm, wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” Cobalt obeyed and soon he was stuck on the box unable to move. ”Now raise your tail.” He did that as well and to his surprise, a large, previously unnoticed cuff came out from the middle of the box. It wrapped around his back and pinned his tail um place. He whimpered as he realized just how trapped he really was. He could do nothing as Stinger raised his new mechanical paddle hand, and after a few seconds of delay swung down with a loud „Crack!” ”Ouch!” That had hurt more than expected for young the young colt whom had never gotten spanked before. And this was just the first swing. ”Crack!” „Smack!” Two more swings each in different areas of the butt, that mechanical arm was surprisingly strong and flexible. ”Crack!” „Crack!” „Slap!” Cobalt was trying very hard to squirm out of the paddles way and was already crying quite heavily. Unfortunately for him, the machine proved too strong for him and he still had many painful paddle swats to go. Stinger picked up the pace, much to Cobalt’s displeasure. His butt was getting redder and redder with each hit and all the poor colt could do was squirm and cry. Cobalt soon resorted to desperately begging for Stinger to show him mercy. Stinger didn’t respond to these as the book suggested that he should keep quiet until the end, so he silently kept torturing the poor colts bottom. Soon the begging became blubbering as the spanking continued on with the same loud „Crack!” and „Smack!” noises accompanying the colts cries. ”Crack!” „Smack!” „Smack!” Cobalt’s butt was a hot, painful looking crimson now and with the pain to match. Cobalt’s cries increased in volume as Stinger finished him off with faster, harder and louder spanks intending this to be a harsh and memorable lesson. He then stopped, just as quickly as he had started. The changeling waited a bit before shapeshifting back into his natural form, his colt landing perfectly on his back. ”And done. Hope I won’t have to repeat this again, Cobalt.” Cobalt didn’t respond. He just laid limply on Stingers back. Stinger placed the colt gently on the couch and looked his still crying charge over. He sat on the couch next to Cobalt, who soon laid down right next to him while nursing his tortured butt. ”This could have been avoided had you just listened to me. You know that, right?” ”Mhm.” ”Are you going to try behaving a bit better?” Cobalt nodded. ”Good, your ungrounded.” ”Thanks, I guess.” ”However, there is one other punishment I should give you.” Cobalt looked up at Stinger fearfully. ”Don’t worry, it’s not a spanking.” Stinger grabbed Cobalt and walked to an empty corner of the living room. ”Now I’ve read that corner time can be a good choice of a punishment to add after a spanking.” ”But-but you already spanked me!” ”That was for your general misbehavior. This is for sneaking out.” Stinger then grabbed some sheets of paper and a pencil. ”I know your school sometimes makes naughty students write lines as punishment, so that’s what I’ll have you do.” Stinger shapeshifted yet again, this time to a small, black desk with a chair attached to it via a metallic looking pole. It almost looked like the ones used in classrooms. There was also a small lamp on the desk, seemingly embedded into it and illuminating the surface. The pen and papers falling neatly onto it. ”Now sit.” Cobalt did as he was told, but jumped off the chair when his butt touched the hard, smooth surface. ”Sit back down, Cobalt.” ”Can’t I just write while standing? It hurts!” ”That’ s the point. If you don’t sit down I’ll shapeshift into that machine again.” Cobalt whimpered and slowly sat on the chair, wincing as he did so. ”Spread your legs outward, please.” He did that as well, now sitting like a biped. ”Now then, I want you to write „I will not sneak out when I’m not supposed to” one hundred times and I want it to be grammatically correct and readable.” ”C’mon Stinger! A hundred times?! Won’t fifty be enough?!” ”Nope. And just to make sure you don’t try anything funny.” Suddenly two cuffs (same as with the spanking machine) bust out from under the chair and held Cobalt’s legs and groin on the chair, trapping the poor colt on it and pressing his butt down. Cobalt could squirm all he wanted, he was not going to get any relief until Stinger let him go and the changeling wouldn’t let him go despite all the pleading and begging he got. Soon Cobalt started writing his lines. Occasionally he would mess up and Stinger (who could see Cobalt’s work through the lamp, which is where his eyes were apparently) would tell him to correct it with the messed up lines, of course not counting. Messes would include grammatical errors and aesthetical errors (too ugly, too close/far from previous line). And so Cobalt would sit there, squirming, whimpering, occasionally pleading and writing for a while until he was done. He would think twice about disobeying Stinger after this.