Sweetie Belle caught red hoofed by Anon (17/05/2021 - 22/03/2023) https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/36858137/#q37008942 https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37813344/#q37911021 https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39677187/#q39752112 --- >Sweetie, cought red hoofed, can take as much cookies as she wants with the caviot that she gets two smacks on each buttcheek with the spatula for each one. >Guesstimating how many cookies are in there, it looks like about 10. That means 100 spanks. >Make her do the the math for extra pre-spanking stress. ... >"Ok Sweetie Belle. Did you enjoy your cookies?" >The little filly looks up at you while she lays on her back >hoof clutching her belly >she groans >"Y-Yes, Anon... but now my tummy hurts" >You smirk. >"Oh does it now? Well, I know what'll make your tummy hurt less." >Sweetie Belle's ears perk up >she looks back up at you, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously >"R-Really? Wh-what?" >You smirk again. >Then, you reveal the spatula you've been holding behind your back, and pat it against your palm. >Sweetie Belle's face instantly turns red, and she whimpers under her breath. >You nod your head knowingly. >"The pain in your little rear end will help you to forget aaaaall about your aching tummy, hmm?" >Sweetie Belle remains frozen on the bed >She looks up at you with fear in her eyes >as well as knowingness... she definitely still remembers the little "deal" you both made >she shakes her head >"n-nuh uh..." >"Yuh HUH. And how many spanks did we say you'd get for each cookie?" >Sweetie Belle's eyes are tearing up >She hides her cute little face in her hooves >"F-f-five spanks." >"Five for EACH side, Sweetie. You remember?" >Sweetie whimpers again, and tears well up in her eyes >She seemingly is only starting to realize just how doomed her little butt now is... >Now it's time for a math lesson. >you tap your palm again, and sit down on the side of the bed next to her >Sweetie Belle continues to hide her face and squeaks when she sees that you're so close to her now >"And how many cookies did you eat, Sweetie Belle?" >You of course know the answer, but you give her some time to guess >as well as some time to see how honest she'll be... >sure enough... >"S-Six cookies?" >Sweetie Belle's guess is QUTTE far off. >You tsk tsk at her, and shake your head, clutching the spatula more tightly in your hand >"Hmm. Six? Are you sure? Because for every cookie you are off, I'm going to give you another five spanks for each side, Sweetie. And yes, I DO know how many cookies you've had, young lady." >oh man, now THAT gets Sweetie's attention. >She gasps, and her eyes peek out from under her hooves up at you >You stare down at her with a no nonsense expression, and raise your eyebrow expectantly >"Well?" >Sweetie Belle takes a second to answer, but she sniffles and fidgets her little back legs around nervously >"Ummm... I g-guess I ate... t-twelve?" >Closer, for sure. But still no. >You shake your head again, and Sweetie blanches >"Mm mm. Sixteen, Sweetie Belle. So... you weren't counting, hm?" >It was actually fourteen, but you don't tell her that. >You're going to consider the extra 40 spanks she's getting her penalty for lying to you. >Hearing such a big number, Sweetie Belle whines and whimpers in fear, and she scoots a little bit away from you >her fluffy little tail tucks in between her legs, covering her soon to be spanked cheeks protectively >"S-ss...s-sixteen??" >Sweetie's voice does one of its classic "Sweetie squeaks" as her voice rises >You nod your head gravely. >"'Fraid so, young filly. And you knew very well that you didn't eat only six cookies before, too. Didn't you?" >You scooch a little closer to Sweetie Belle, lowering your voice dangerously. >Sweetie Belle begins to shiver, and she takes a second to truthfully nod her head >"Y-yes, Anon... I'm s-sorry..." >"So you lied to me, Sweetie Belle?" >The moment the word "lie" leaves your lips, the tears start to flow >You know that all of Sweetie Belle's worst spankings have been for lying, something which her family considers to be a very serious offense >her parents had told you as much before you were left to foalsit Sweetie Belle for a whole week >And today was only Day 2... >Sweetie Belle shakes her head, and her hoof instinctively reaches back to her bottom >"N-no, please, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry Anon, I'm sorry I lied! I won't do it again!" >Gosh, "Sweetie" really is aptly named. >She knows her butt is in jeopardy, and she looks very scared now >You don't raise your voice or offer much of a facial expression to her >in fact, you don't even answer her pleas, and instead continue to hammer home how screwed she is >"So Sweetie Belle, answer this question. It's a math question, ok? If you're going to get five spanks on each side of your tush for every cookie you ate, plus five more spanks on each side for every cookie you were off...how many spanks are you getting?" >Ok, this was getting pretty mean, now. >Sweetie Belle HATES math. She's borderline learning disabled with math, actually >And you honestly suspect that's why she went and decided to just eat all the cookies in the jar like she did, too >little fatty... >Sweetie Belle takes a good long time to even focus on the math you've just presented her >She's probably so worried about the good long spanking she's sure to get in a minute to properly focus >her eyes blinking out more tears and her whimpering getting louder and more pathetic >But you wait patiently... >Eventually, through her whines, Sweetie Belle sniffles out her answer, her lip quivering in fear >"F-five plus five is t-ten... a-and sixteen cookies i-is... it's... one hundred sixty, p-plus... t-two hundred?!?" >Sweetie Belle arrives at the final, correct answer. >you're honestly kind of proud of her for that, especially since she sucks so hard at math! >But unfortunately, the final figure... it's real big. >Sweetie's squeaking little voice cracks, and she instantly devolves into crying >You watch her as she enters "begging mode" with her big, watery eyes looking up at you imploringly >"P-please, Anon, not so m-many! I've never had a spanking that hard before, not even close! P-please no Anon, I'll be good!" >Sweetie Belle earnestly pleads for her poor, poor butt >She's breathing pretty hard, almost panicking >And while you aren't normally swayed by her "begging face" despite how cute it is... the words she just spoke actually do get your attention, though. >'Not even close...' >ok, now you're curious. >You've seen some fillies and colts in Equestria getting their bottoms LIT UP before >spanked and spanked for a good long while until tanned to dark red... >but you now that not every parent spanks the same number of times, either >You begin to wonder how hard Sweetie gets it... so screw it. You'll ask. >"Ok, Sweetie... tell me. How many times do you parents spank you when you've been naughty, young filly?" >Sweetie Belle continues to softly cry and sniffle and wipe her eyes in her little hooves >while her tail swishes around nervously >Her face turns bright red at the question, though, seemingly embarrassed by you asking her such a personal question and she starts to stammer >"T-Two spanks for every year old I am. I'm s-seven..." >ohhh boy. Well, that explains why she's panicking THIS much, then... >Poor little filly's only ever gotten 14 spanks in TOTAL, at most, before. >And now, you were about to give her TWO HUNDRED... >And now, you won't lie, but you actually do feel a little bad as you begin to understand the situation. >But still... you made the commitment. >You can't go back on your word, can you? >That's like the cardinal sin of any parent or guardian! >And besides, even though Sweetie Belle is going to be puuuuunished here in a minute, the fact remains that a filly's butt is more than capable of taking a good, hard, long spanking >especially SWEETIE'S slightly chubby little bubble butt, for Celestia's sake... >Hmm... >in your mind though, you start to develop a plan. >You know damn well that you need to follow through on your threat, and it looks like Sweetie Belle is owed her 200 spanks >but still, you also didn't want to end up giving the little filly a full blown panic attack, either... >she was already breathing hard and her eyes were leaking tears >So, you unveil your master plan to her, tapping your hand with the spatula again a you speak >".....alright, Sweetie Belle. Here's how we're going to do this. Young filly, you're gonna get all 200 spanks for being a glutton and eating all the cookies without permission. But..." >Sweetie Belle already starts to plead under her breath with you the instant you declared she was getting ALL 200 spanks >but when you say "but", she does luckily pipe down just the littlest bit >and her eyes look up at you with tears streaming down her cheeks >You keep going >"But... it's up to you when we get them done. So here's the deal. I know you hate math, right?" >Sweetie Belle whines, but she does nod her little head >She's still listening! >You smile, and chance laying your hand down on her head >Sweetie actually doesn't flinch away, either... she must be truly feeling guilty, you guess! >"For the next five days, you're going to pick when you are gonna get your spankings, AND how many spanks you're going to get. BUT, young lady, when you do decide to get your spankings done? It's a minimum of 30 spanks each time, missy. Do you understand?" >Sweetie Belle keeps on sniffling and quietly sobbing, but from her expression, she is listening to you >she takes a while... but she does nod her head >"uh huh... S-so I c-can't do less than 30 s...spanks?" >Poor little filly is still stammering. >You imagine that even the prospect of THIRTY spanks at once is pretty daunting to a filly who hasn't had more than fourteen! >It's almost like Sweetie is getting a *super* spanking every day of the week >plus another 20 spanks, too... >"That's correct, young lady. And if you haven't gotten all of your spankings done by the end of the week... then whatever you have left, you're gonna get them all at once on Saturday. Got it, missy?" >Sweetie Belle gasps, and her tail once again tucks in against her doomed behind >Her lip quivers, and she squeaks tearfully >"Y-Yes, Anon... I'm so s-sorry..." >"So Sweetie Belle, it's up to YOU to do the math and keep track of how many spanks you have left. Ok, young lady? >So this was quite a series of bombshells, wasn't it? >Sweetie Belle sure seems to think so... >She seems almost beside herself right now, actually... spankings AND math? >this was surely going to be the worst punishment ever! >But nonetheless, Sweetie Belle listens >and after some more pitiful (but admittedly, very cute) whimpering, she does obediently nod her head in affirmation >"Y-yes, Anon. B-But... th-that's... sooo many spankings..." >"Yes, it is." >You don't let up on her, really hammering home just how doomed her naughty little tushy is >"This week, I'm sure your little bare behind is gonna be nice and red and sore almost the whole time, Sweetie Belle. But those are the consequences pay for being so greedy, disobedient, and dishonest, young filly. Do you understand?" >Sweetie Belle's hind legs fidget some more on the bed >you even notice her little bumcheeks clench instinctively when you say "red and sore" >but she doesn't dare try to argue with you, either. >She may have been very naughty today, but you know she's a good filly at heart deep down >And she doesn't want to make you mad or disappoint you >"Yes, A-An-non. I understand... I'm so sorry I was such a bad filly today..." >Aww. >Well that tugs at your heartstrings a little bit, not gonna lie >Not enough to not spank her, of course... but still. >'Sweetie' truly was a great name for such a sweet filly >Even if she is a little fatty who eats WAYYY too many cookies sometimes! >You nod, and pet her head a little bit >"I forgive you, Sweetie. But you still need to face the consequences for acting like such a bad filly today. So..." >You stop petting her head, and once again make the spatula visible in your hand. >Sweetie Belle squeaks and shuts her eyes, but she doesn't retreat either >You ask her the ultimate question... >"Are you going to take your first spanking today, young lady?" >Little Sweetie Belle thinks for a minute >her miserably downcast eyes welling up with tears >the question of how many spanks she wants today you just asked her looks like it's trapped her into a bit of a corner >but you wait, tapping the spatula against your palm >Eventually though, Sweetie looks up at you >she stammers a little and clutches her slightly bulging tummy >"I-I-I…. my tummy is still hurting from the cookies. C-can we, can I d-do it later?" >Sweetie whines, and looks away from you again in shame >you smirk, shaking your head mirthfully >No surprise there! >You expected Sweetie to try and wait…. >tummy pain PLUS butt pain is not a good combination, after all! >you nod down at the cringing little filly >"Of course, Sweetie. We can do it later… tonight, before you go to bed. You think about it and decide how many spanks, and you come up here to your bedroom at 8 o'clock on the dot and we'll take care of your first spanking. Okay?" >More naughty whimpers from the poor, doomed little filly >but she nods in the affirmative >"Y-Yes Anon…" >"And remember Sweetie Belle, the more spanks you put off? The more spanks you're gonna get aaaall at once on Saturday. And rest assured young lady, you will be getting every single remaining spank AT ONCE. No breaks, just spanks. Got it, missy?" >Ok, now you're just being a meanie >But you can't help it >It's too much fun to hammer home just how doomed Sweetie's tushy now is! >She whimpers and wipes her big, shiny eyes >her tail instinctively swishing protectively over her bottom >Yes, Anon… *sob*" >Good. >You nod your head, and stand up >Spatula still in your hand >"Good girl, Sweetie. 8 o'clock, this room. And not a minute later, understood?" >The clock feels long to you >but to Sweetie Belle, you can't imagine it could ever feel long enough… >8 o'clock, sure enough… Sweetie Belle treads into the room >ears pinned back, tail scrunched up, and eyes teary >She sees you sitting there on her bed and blanches in fear >well… blanches as white as an ALREADY white filly can! >You make eye contact with the poor little thing, and her shimmering eyes silently plead with you >But you don't waver. >You tap your lap. >"Good girl, Sweetie. Right on time. So… have you decided how many spanks you are getting tonight, young lady?" >Sweetie Belle's eyes seem to spill out tears the moment you ask her this question >She waits a second, opening and closing her mouth but sobbing before she can get the words out >You wait patiently… and expectantly. >Finally, Sweetie Belle answers. >"F-F-Fifty…" >Oh. >Wow. >You did not expect that one! >You thought for sure the poor thing would say 30… >But you can't complain. >You had originally planned on lighting up Sweetie's little "Belle Bottom" to an inferno today, after all… >You take the time to compliment her on her choice >"Good girl, Sweetie. I am proud of you for deciding to be a big filly and take extra spankings today. Fifty it is. Now…" >You tap your lap again, making Sweetie wince fearfully >".....come on over here, missy. It's time to give you your spanking." >Eventually, Sweetie Belle does indeed do what she is told >She takes forever to get to you, but when she does, the cute little dear actually clambers up onto the bed with little assistance from you >and with a sob, quaking Sweetie Belle gingerly climbs onto your lap… >and with a little squeak, you push her down and lie the filly right down across your knees >Her tummy, so sore earlier from cookies, now rests comfortably over your knees >Her fore hooves, nervously hiding her face >Her back hooves, stretching out behind her >and most importantly… her little white bubble butt, now centered over your right thigh >Sticking up ever so slightly by her bent over position and the hand you now have place on the middle of her back >forcing her to arch her behind up in the air >Next, you grab her tail and pin it to her back, exposing her butt and baring it fully for her spanking >Sweetie Belle squirms lightly and gives her back hooves a couple of little "hoofy kicks" >You are sure there will be MUCH more kicking in the near future, but the way her little pony legs bend you can see it will be no trouble for you during the punishment >And a miserable whine escapes her… >Everything is perfect, now. >Sweetie Belle is totally pinned down, her snow white bottom is now completely helpless >and this little filly isn't going anywhere until her bottom has paid the price. >Alright. It's time to begin. >You grab your spatula, and rest it on Sweetie's presented butt to aim. >The instant Sweetie feels the cold wood on her exposed behind, she cringes and shuts her eyes tight with a cute little whimper of fear >Aww… you must admit, you felt a little bad, but you also know that she deserves this. >Even just with a couple of little taps to aim, you can faintly see the skin of her slightly chubby little buns ripple >Sweetie squeaks again, and she gives another slight kick of her hoof >It is so fucking adorable, you can't even… >"Okay, Sweetie. No reaching back to block, okay? I am going to start n-" >"W-WAIT! N-nooo Mister Anon, p-please… I'm s-scared… p-please, I'm sorry, n-no spanking, I changed my mind!" >Oh wow. >Now THIS was abrupt. >Sweetie Belle all of a sudden tenses up on your lap, and she starts her hooves a'kickin >And she totally loses her nerve, and before the first spank can even be delivered, you feel her start to squirm >"Pleaaaase Mister Anon, I'm sorry! I was a bad girl, but I'll be good, I promise! N-no spanking, p-please…" >Her butt tries to pull away from you… a futile effort, but suddenly your left arm is having to press down on her body reaaaal tight >You take a second to figure out what to do…and you do it. "SWEETIE BELLE! That is ENOUGH, young filly!" >Your voice raises to a near shout, and almost instantly, the room is silenced. >Sweetie Belle, who was just starting to squirm only seconds before, freezes in place >You can literally feel the fight leave her body as soon as your voice cuts through the air. >You took a gamble… and it paid off. >Sweetie Belle, now silenced, tearfully moans and shivers as she stops her squirming >Stops trying to kick her hooves >and most importantly… stops trying to pull her butt away from your lap. >With a squeak and a low whine, Sweetie Belle plops her hips back down onto your right thigh >and her naughty butt is once again centered, arched up, and ready to be punished. >S-sorry Mister Anon… I'll be g-good, *sob*" >Your heart does melt a little bit, you have to admit. >Sweetie Belle is still a very naughty filly… but she is still aptly named, too. >You nod approvingly. >"Good girl, Sweetie. Now… here it comes." >You raise the spatula. >Sweetie Belle's ears pin down, she cringes, and her quivering bare buns clench >You take a deep breath, and swing the wooden implement down. >THWACK! >The skin ripples, and the spatula flattens her tender tushy >Sweetie Belle takes a moment to register the shock >But when she does…. >".....ooooOOOOOWW! OWWW!" >Sweetie Belle's shaky voice rises to a crescendo >Her back arches, as if she is trying to pull herself away from the searing hot spot of pain now blossoming on her bottom >and her butt, bent over your thigh… grows a nice, pink spot on it as it unintentionally sticks up higher >You smirk. >Let's get this spanking started. >"Owww, ow ow ow… *THWACK* YOW! OWW! OW, ow, owww… *THWACK* OWWW NOOO! OW OW OWIEEE oww…. *THWACK* OWOWOWWWW Anon I'm sssSORRYYYY! *THWACK* AAAOOWWW!" >Oh my goodness >only the first five spanks… and Sweetie Belle is simply carrying *on*! >Her butt bounces over your knee, wriggling under your holding hand, but it has nowhere to go >your spatula smacks viciously down onto her presented buttocks, leaving light pink marks that you can practically see the steam come off of! >Sweetie Belle's howling mixes more and more with shuddering sobs of anguish >but you don't show her naughty behind any mercy. >Once smack 15 passes by, it occurs to you that you have just spanked Sweetie Belle the hardest she had EVER been spanked before… >And she still has THIRTY FIVE spanks to go. >"...buuuhuuuuhaaaoowww *THWACK* NyyyOOWWW! *THWACK* AH, nnoooo owwww *THWACK* OWWW SORRYSORRYSORRYYYY!!! *THWACK* AAHhhooowwww! *THWACK* OWWWW begood I'llbegoo---*THWACK* AHHH OWW I'LLB'GOO*THWACK*OOoowww!" >Sweetie Belle's bubble butt shakes and squirms, and wriggles all around >in circles… up and down… side to side, figure 8s… >Her tail dock twitches, her back hoofies kick kick KICK adorably and hopelessly >But you have her pinned down right where you want her. >As smack after steaming smack continues to paint her tushy red >Sweetie Belle howls and begs, sobs and shrieks… but each hollered out plea for mercy or promise to be good is punctuated by yet another hard THWACK! >"PLEAAAAASE Mister, M-Mister Anoooon! *THWACK* YOOOWWW I'M SORRYYY! *THWACK* IT HUUUUUuuuuuurts!" >You shake your head at this new declaration, rolling your eyes >you deliver another THWACK, drawing yet more sorry squeals from the naughty filly struggling over your lap >"Well I sure hope so, young lady! I intend to make this a spanking you will never forget!" >Her butt continues to bounce and wobble on your thigh and you continue to toast her bare buns >it is so cute how no matter how much she kicks her back hoofies with sheer desperation >the way her horsie legs bend makes it impossible for her to really get any leverage against you >they drum and drum her mattress, scissor kick, even swim kick… but her exposed and properly positioned butt remains in place, arched up and ready for more punishment. >"*THWACK* STOOOOP NOMOREEEEE! *THWACK* NOO CAN'T TAKE IIIITTT! *THWACK* AHHHHHAHAOOOWWW!!" >You are now on spank #44. >Sweetie Belle's struggling continues, but she is increasingly breathless >the poor thing is simply sweating now with such exertion, too… >crying your eyes out and shaking your bubble butt under smacks of the spatula is quite the workout for a little filly! >Sweetie's also devolved into what you call the "spanking babble" stage of the punishment >where English is too much to mentally process… so gasping, breathless gibberish is what comes out instead >Only a little more to go, Sweetie Belle... >”*THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!*” >”NOOOOO OWWW!!!! AAAAHOOOWW!!!” >Sweetie wails when you deliver three sharp, stinging smacks to her sit spots, left right and middle, in rapid succession >She violently shakes her behind side to side after the brief onslaught >but you pin her down harder and watch with a smirk as she bounces her bottom desperately, hips wriggling, shaking… >Ooo, that one was good. >That seemed to get quite the reaction out of your naughty little filly! >Hmm… >you rest the spatula on the middle of her rump one more time… 3 more to go. >And you know just how you’re gonna give them to her, now! >Sweetie whines and whimpers pathetically >but you won’t let that dissuade you from the finale >you tap the little filly’s cheeks two more times, relishing the moment for a second, and then you raise your hand all the way up… >then, you swing the spatula down as hard as you can >delivering one, two, then three THWACKS in rapid sequence on the same spot on the center of her plump butt >the reaction from the filly on your lap is *fierce* >howls, wails, and bawled out gibberish >sobbing, desperately struggling, bottom wiggling, and hoofy kicking >she whines and whimpers, and looks over her shoulder >teary eyed, she begs and sobs >”ANOOON! Pleeeaaaase, no more spanking, pleaaaase, waahuhhhuhuhhhh… how many mo-ho-hoooore!? WAAHHH!” >More adorable little hoofy kicks, and her tears spill onto the blanket next to your lap >She’s sobbing so hard now… >But she’s all done with her spanks for tonight! >Lucky filly… >But only… it occurs to you. >she’s all done… >but she just asked you how many more she has. >Which means… she doesn’t know. She hasn’t been counting. >And that means… >You smile inwardly, and look down at the cute little spanked tushy of the wriggling little filly on your knees >MY goodness, it is redder than a beet! >so hot and red, and well punished… >but… >you can’t pass this opportunity up. >And besides, looking at Sweetie’s red, round, and rippling cheeks… you are certain that this filly’s bubble butt can take MUCH more spanking yet >heck, you could probably spank this little filly 200 MORE times and still not bruise her behind… >But no. Can’t blow it too early. >So, you settle on a number that won’t raise suspicion… >“Five more, missy.” >Sweetie hears this, and the anguished moan that leaves her makes your heart jump >She heaves, and two huge tears fall from her eyes and stain the blanket >But her bottom, already so red and so sore… as the seconds pass it eventually stops wiggling >And with a hard sob, her butt rests back in its bent over, arched up position >ready for more of the spatula… >You pat her behind lightly with it >Sweetie cringes and her hooves tighten up, grabbing your leg even harder >But her rump actually doesn’t wiggle this time… it simply stays still >beet red bare buns facing up, waiting to be toasted, five… >*THWACK* >”OWWWW” >more… >*THWACK* >”AAAOOOWW!!” >times! >*THWACK, THWACK, THHHWACKKKK!* >AAAAAHAAOWWWWW, OW OW OWWW bwuhhhuhhuhhhh…” >something you’ve just learned about spanking this sweet little filly’s naughty behind… >It’s NEVER enough. >you already gave yourself five more spanks than agreed, without her knowledge… >But your right hand still twitches eagerly >hell, you still probably have enough juice in your hand for another 1000 spanks! >But no. You couldn’t keep going now >Sweetie would know >and Sweetie wouldn’t be so willing to agree to your terms after that… >Besides, you have to admit… >the idea of Sweetie having to pick the rest of her spankings the rest of this week only seems so delightfully cruel if it actually has SOME weight to it… >So… reluctantly, you drop the spatula down and release the filly’s back from your lap. “Ok, Sweetie Belle, we’re all done.” >The reaction of the little filly is almost immediate >right away, with a whoop and a holler, the naughty filly rolls off your lap and reaches back >still sobbing all the way, she grabs her red spanked bumcheeks >And rubs, rubs, rubs… >you watch with barely hidden amusement at the filly’s antics >Sweetie rolls side to side, massaging her butt furiously >But eventually, after a minute passes, she rests with her face down and butt facing straight up in the air, hooves rubbing up and down >pressing into her red spanked skin, so it briefly turns white like she’s pressing on sunburn… >”Owwwww…” >She moans painfully >cute hoofies drum on the carpet >her spanked cherry red buttocks jiggle slightly with each stamp of her hooves >you shake your head, sighing >”Ok Sweetie Belle. That’s all your spankings for tonight. You still have four more days to get the rest of your spanks done… and how many spanks do you have left, missy?” >You ask her the math question in the midst of her rubbing and “oww”ing and hoofy kicking… >Sweetie Belle barely even registers the question at first >But you let it linger in the air >But eventually, you see Sweetie Bell’s little face look back at you >Eyes red, bloodshot, and her white (face) cheeks stained red with tears >She stammers out the answer >”One h-hundred n’ fff…fifty.” >She blanches so hard at the remainder that her cheeks almost turn white through all the tearstains >You nod your head solemnly, and your right hand fingers the handle of the spatula beside you >like it has a mind of its own… >”Good girl, Sweetie Belle. Yes, you have 150 spanks left. And remember, whatever spanks you don’t get done tomorrow, Thursday, and Friday? You get all the rest on Saturday. All at once.” >It only now just REALLY occurs to you as you do your own math… >That meant that Sweetie really only had three days left to choose >And even after doing 50 spankings tonight… well, 55, but who’s counting >That meant even if she took 30 spankings every single day… she still has SIXTY left on Saturday. >And looking at how puuuunished this filly’s behind looks? >Oh man… you highly doubt she’ll be eager to even just do 30 every day… >Sweetie’s eyes dribble out more tears >She nods obediently, and looks away from you >The filly plops onto her side, her hooves still grasping at her bumcheeks >And she looks away fearfully >”Y-Yes, Anon…” >Aww. She really is a cutie pie… >You know what? Why not. >you decide to throw this filly a little bit of a bone. >after all, you have been pretty mean to her… >Sweetie deserves some cuddles >You reach out your hand >beckon to her while she lies on the bedroom floor >”C’mere Sweetie. You look like you need a hug. C’mon… theeere’s a good girl.” >Sweetie takes a second to realize your gesture >But she sniffles and slowly creeps toward you through tears >You continue to beckon her over >And eventually… Sweetie Belle listens, and gets close enough for you to reach >Gently, you reach underneath her, and pick her right up >But this time, instead of laying her face down on your lap, you lay her the opposite way >Tummy up, back on your thighs >And her adorable little hooves and face bunched up against your chest >She whines into your chest, and then gives you the sweetest hug back with her stubby little fore legs… >”I’m s-sorry, Anon…” >Awwww. >You give her a nice warm hug back, and nuzzle her cute little head >and then your right hand reaches down and around to cup her behind, holding her like a baby >She winces with the contact to her sore butt, but she does eventually relax >”I know, Sweetie. Good girl.” >Pretty soon, Sweetie Belle falls asleep in your snuggling arms >You lay her down in her own bed, and then close her bedroom door shut with her gently snoring >My goodness, a spanking really is quite the workout for a naughty filly… >and she has pleeenty of exercise to go this week. >The next day goes pretty normal, relatively speaking >well... normal for you, at least... >For a filly with a red spanked behind that is still glowing like a lightbulb? Maybe not so normal after all... >Sweetie is her usual sweet self >but when her friends come over to ask if she can play... >You can tell Sweetie is super embarassed >you watch through a slit in the blinds as they talk, and you can hear their voices well >Apple Bloom, the yellow one, is the first to make a remark when Sweetie steps outside >"Yow! That looks like it *hurts*!" >Scootaloo, the orange filly, is next to step around Sweetie Belle, who's now blushing on both ends >she gives a low whistle >"Phew... yeah, Sweetie. That looks like Anon spanked you REAL hard..." >"Y-Yeah... Anon spanks real hard....." >Sweetie Belle tucks her tail between her legs >Apple Bloom grimaces, pointing at her friends well-roasted behind with her hoof >"Yikes, it sure looks like it... I ain't gotten whooped that bad since I cheated on my quiz in Miss Cheerilee's class and lied about it..." >Sweetie Belle sniffs, wiping her eyes >"Y-Yeah, I remember that... Anon spanks a lot worse than my Mom and Dad, too. I stole and lied to him yesterday, s-so he spanked me with the spatula..." >"Oh no! The spatula sounds horrible! So then he doesn't just use his hoof... umm, hand to spank like your parents?" >Scootaloo asks >Sweetie Belle shakes her head "No... and he spanks a whole bunch more times too." >Apple Bloom pipes in now >she shakes her head "Y-yeah, it sure looks like it... don't your parents only spank like two times for every year old y'are? I know that's a lot less than what it looks like Anon did... or what Applejack does t'me..." >"Or what Rainbow Dash does to me!" >Sweetie blushes again, and turns her behind around to face away from her two nosy friends >but in the process, she ends up showing her behind directly to you, watching from the window >and you get to gaze upon your handiwork as Sweetie squeaks in indignation "Guuuys, stop looking at my flanks! I know he spanks a lot worse than my parents, and that so do Applejack and Rainbow... it still hurts plenty when they spank too, okay?" >Sweetie Belle looks down at the ground in shame >you watch her friend's facial expressions change to ones of pure sympathy >they stop chatting, and instead give their friend a much needed hug >"Aw, sorry Sweetie... I ain't meant to make you feel bad. Sorry..." >"Yeah, sorry... I guess we just got a little jealous..." >Sweetie Belle sniffles and wipes her nose >She nods her head, snuggled against her friends >who thankfully still keep Sweetie's backside uncovered for your viewing pleasure >"I-It's okay... I get it. You guys always got spanked worse than me..." >"It's alright Sweetie Belle. It ain't your fault. But just remind us never to get on Anon's bad side... he seems real strict." >"Yeah, if I ever get him as a foalsitter I'll have to be on my best behavior for sure!" >you grin >hearing the fillies be so intimidated by Sweetie's behind... feels good man >the trio eventually leave the premises >and on their way out, they all face away from you... >and you get a few uninterrupted seconds of getting to compare filly behinds, side by side. >But even though the idea of showing your "bad side" to Apple Bloom or Scootaloo is very enticing... >you have to admit >only one of them has the bubbliest tush of all >and it's one you get to spank a whole lot more real soon... >only you didn’t realize just HOW soon. >You watch as the sun goes down… >and down… >And down… >and when you check the clock… >No way. >No. WAY. >You set a curfew for Sweetie Belle to be back by dinnertime, 6 pm sharp >And lookie here… it’s 7 o’clock by the time you see the trio of fillies running back toward Sweetie’s parent’s house >You have to admit for a second… you did also genuinely worry for Sweetie Belle for a minute there >But when you see her and her little friends galloping up the grass toward the house, you smile wide for just a second >But you quickly hide that, and instead >you adopt your “strict face” >You open the door just before the trio of naughty fillies can knock >They all leave scars in the grass as they skid to a halt >they’ve clearly been running a long time now >sweaty, and breathing hard >And Sweetie right in the middle, her face downcast >”I… *gasp* I’m s-sorry, Mister Anon, *gasp* I, w-we lost track of t-time” “You’re late, Sweetie. Very late.” >You speak, cutting Sweetie off >your sternest tone you can muster >trying not to betray the excitement in your voice… >Sweetie Belle cringes, and shrinks backward >Her tail tucks between her legs… >as if her tail already knows what’s coming next. >Sweetie already had 150 spanks to go >But now, by some stroke of luck, you’re gonna be able to put your theory to the test >Your theory about the durability of Sweetie’s little tush! >”60 minutes late, to be exact. And do you know what happens to fillies who disobey and come home late?” >You watch Apple Bloom and Scootaloo give each other knowing glances >But Sweetie isn’t looking up >Instead, she breathes hard and nods her head slowly, forlornly >”Th-they g-get… s-spanked.” >”N-NO!” >All of a sudden, Apple Bloom jumps forward >You almost reel back in surprise when the yellow filly steps partway through the gap between you, and Sweetie Belle >A pair of teary, biiig eyes gaze up at you pleadingly >Very sweet, sensitive eyes… >”No, please don’t Mister Anon! I-It wasn’t her fault!” >”Yeah, it wasn’t!” >Scootaloo steps up next, piping up for her friend >Also gets between you and Sweetie >Her eyes are less teary… but her face is definitely just as forlorn >You look down at both of them with a shocked facial expression >”It wasn’t Sweetie’s fault. We all went rafting, and it was mine and Apple Bloom’s idea and Sweetie didn’t want to come because she was afraid she wouldn’t be back in time… b-but… we got lost, a-and…” “And that’s why she’s late! It’s all because of me an’ Scootaloo! Please, please don’t spank her!” >Aww, man… >The pair of big, expressive eyes look through your soul as Apple Bloom speaks >You even find yourself pausing for a second… >Wow, this filly is cute. >positively adorable >How could you possibly resist that sweet little face…? >”Yeah, please don’t! It wasn’t her fault! You should…” >Scootaloo looks down at the ground, cringes, and kicks her hoof in the grass >she pauses for a little while… then she looks up >over to Apple Bloom >The other filly makes eye contact >And they both seem to share the same thought, at the same time… >Then, Apple Bloom finishes the thought >with a whimper, and a bow of her head >”You oughta give us a spankin’ instead o’her.” >Your heart practically stops. >Your hair on your arms prickles >you take a second to process >And when you do… >Apple Bloom looks back up at you >Big teary eyes, expressive, selfless eyes… >You barely manage not to smile >but inside, you are giddy with glee >the luck fairies are clearly blessing you with a lifetime of good luck this week… >And how… how could you possibly resist that sweet little face? >you stare down at the trio of fillies with your “stern face” while you let their words sit in the air >But inside your brain, you’re giddy >The fact that Apple Bloom AND Scootaloo just actually suggested this possibility to you… >It means that this is something that must be normalized around here. >You knew the country bumpkins around here took spanking very seriously, and you’ve seen your share of reddened rumps around here >met only with nods of approval >But hearing THIS makes you practically jump with excitement >Inside your brain, the gears are turning >The three little ponies looks miserable and forlorn while you scheme… >But eventually, you come up with an idea >a terrible, horrible, no good very bad idea >that is WONDERFUL >You shake your head down at the three girls as they cringe and wait in silence… >Waiting for your verdict >”Hmmmm, I see… well, you are very brave for admitting this to me, young fillies. I appreciate your honesty.” >Apple Bloom very quickly nods her head once she hears the word “honesty” >She nods it very insistently, eyes getting wide >Her gaze back up at you is so. Fucking. Cute. >”Oh, oh yes Anon! My big sister Applejack always tells me, honesty is the best policy and the truth will set you free!” >Oh man. >What an absolute sweetheart. >Hell, you almost feel bad now about what you’re going to do… >You nod sagely >”Oh yes, young lady. That is very true… but unfortunately, you still have consequences you need to face for making poor little Sweetie Belle late. You, and Scootaloo both.” >You wait to see their reactions >Scootaloo gulps, and her tail, adorably, tucks between her legs >She looks away from you, trying to make herself small… >But Apple Bloom on the other hand… hoof… >The little yellow filly simply node sagely back >sniffles, and wipes her nose >But she swallows hard and looks back up at you, making piercing eye contact with her teary, big pupils >”Y-Yes, Mister Anon. I know… I-I deserve it…” >”NOO!” >Oh man, Sweetie Belle comes out of nowhere! >She jumps in between you, and her friends >Her biiiig eyes now staring up at you pleadingly >She shakes her head, holding her hoof up >”N-No Anon, p-please… don’t spank my friends! I don’t want my friends to get s-spanked because of me…” >Sweetie is crying already… >Such a sensitive little filly >Her friends immediately pipe in though >This time, it’s Scootaloo who holds her hoof up >Not at you, but at Sweetie Belle >”No, Sweetie! We made you do it… it was our fault, not yours.” >”Yeah! We are the ones who pressured you into rafting and got lost… we should’ve listened.” >You smile. >Nodding your head, you address all three fillies with an air of authority around you >”Yes, Sweetie. Your friends are right. It *was* their fault, not yours… but still. You shouldn’t have given into peer pressure.” >Sweetie Belle is still crying >But she nods her head obediently >While her two friends look up at you… with what you can only describe as determination in their eyes >Especially Apple Bloom… >She shakes her head, and her hooves quiver >”N-No, please Mister Anon… I’ll take it. Whatever spankin’ you were gonna give her, I’ll take it!” >”Yeah, m-me too! It’s not fair that Sweetie should be punished for what we did…” >You now have a bit of a conundrum on your hands… >One filly… with the most outrageously spankable behind you can possibly imagine, offering HER butt up for a spanking >And two fillies, with also VERY spankable behinds, both offering THEIR butts in sacrifice in her place… >And one Anon, who’s a right greedy little bastard! >You spin the web of schemes in your head >until eventually, you come up with a verdict >one that none of them is going to like… >”You all bring up valid points… very well. Here is what we shall do.” >You step forward >right away, the fillies cringe and pull away on instinct >well… except for Apple Bloom >Who actually bravely stands before you, tears and fear in her eyes >But hooves rooted in place >you regard her for a moment, taking a second to appreciate this filly’s bravery, before you continue >”Sweetie Belle has still been very naughty today… I only just spanked her, yet here she is. Giving into peer pressure. And so, she clearly needs another good spanking to teach her how to behave. BUT…” >you see Apple Bloom open her mouth like she’s about to protest, but you cut it off right away >Raising your voice >Bloomy wilts, and her ears flop down nervously >And meanwhile, Sweetie Belle’s head raises and she looks at you with a look of pure terror in her eyes… >Hnng. >”I WAS gonna give her a very looong spanking for being so naughty… but I’m willing to shorten her sentence by quite a bit, if you two choose to take some of her spanking instead.” >You proclaim the sentence with confidence >And authority >And barely contained excitement… >The three fillies all look at each other, side eyed >Big eyed >but as the seconds tick by… you can see their slow realization of their fate >You take it that your confident, strict tone worked very well… >Because Apple Bloom, seemingly the defacto leader of the group, eventually looks up at you, and nods her head >a mixture of assuredly… but also with lots of fear in her eyes >”O… Ok, Mister Anon.” >That’s it. They took the bait. >Fell into the trap you laid out… >You give just a faint little smile… one that they could think was just a glimmer of pride >Perhaps it is… but pride in your own idea more than anything. >”Good. Now… come on in. It’s time to get your spankings done.” >You’ve decided the living room is the best place to get this done >It has three open corners… all visible from the big couch in the fourth corner >Affording you a view of each filly, viewable all at once… >And that’s exactly what you do. >You order each filly to stand in the three corners >Scootaloo on the right, Apple Bloom on the left… and Sweetie, front and center >Have to make the best one the centerpiece, after all! >”Ok girls, you stand there with your noses in the corner. I will be right back. Don’t you move a muscle or say a word, got it?” >You watch as all 3 fillies nod their heads in their corners, silently >and their tails swish nervously, giving glimpses of their rear ends >unf… >You leave the room, making a beeline for the kitchen >You already know exactly what you’re looking for… >and there it is: the spatula. >The same rump warming spatula you just used last night on Sweetie’s tush, to GREAT effect >And now, the gods smile down upon you, and you get to test it out on two MORE filly behinds >when you walk back into the room, and sit down on the couch, you observe the trio of miscreants >All of them, noses planted firmly in the corner >butts facing out into the room >And tails flagging unconsciously as they swish back and forth with fear and nervousness >To be frank, you could stare for a long while at the three filly rumps in each corner >But every time you look at the one in the middle… >that delightful shade of red showing on both white, round cheeks >You now have only one goal in mind >to make all three pairs of cheeks match that lovely shade of crimson! >You pan right… >you’ll start with the pegasus filly >tapping your thigh with the spatula, you call out her name >sternly >”Scootaloo. Come here, young filly. You’re first.” >The little orange miscreant gasps when she hears her name being called >You see her do a little jump… and a teeny flutter of her wings >right away, you make note of those wings… >you’ll need to possibly hold her down extra hard if she gets those wings a-flapping! >But eventually, Scootaloo obeys >she slinks out of her corner, tail tucked between her legs, head low >eyes downcast >she slowly plods over to you, dragging her hooves >meanwhile. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle’s buttcheeks both clench with your proclamation >And both shuffle their hooves nervously >You smile inwardly, but keep up your stern façade with Scootaloo as she slowly makes it over to you on the couch >”Come on, Scootaloo. Over my knees. Theeere you go…” >Scootaloo quivers gently as she climbs over your knees >resting her tummy on your lap >extending her legs behind her, on the couch >resting her head on the other side of your lap… bunching her cute little hooves under her head and grasping the couch >and most importantly… bending her firm, bare orange behind over your right thigh >the angle sharp enough to stick her butt up into the air slightly, at an angle >exposing both her soon-to-be toasted buns for your… consideration >Aww. >Despite her fear, you can certainly tell >this filly sure did know what a spanking was >and she sure did have plenty of experience taking one, too! >You take a moment to relish the sight of the new bottom obediently perched on your lap >then, you place your hand on her back, pushing her down >but not before you grab ahold of her tail, pulling it up and out of the way with a little sharp tug just above her dock >You press the tail down in between her wings >And there it is; her filly bottom, fully bared and helpless >Sticking up in the air, bent over >pinned into place, framed for punishment >Scootaloo whimpers slightly, then kicks her back hoof reflexively >you smile and sigh sympathetically… poor helpless filly >those cute little back legs don’t bend back up at the knee like a human’s >So they can kick, kick, hoofy kick aaaaall they want >But their back hooves aren’t going to get in between your spatula, and her naughty, orange, and soon to be very red butt! >You swear, these little ponies were practically DESIGNED to be spanked… >You tap the spatula audibly on Scootaloo’s bottom >tap, tap, tapping to aim… >Scooty does a little butt wiggle, and another reflexive hoofy kick >But you press down hard, and it moves her hips back in place >bent over, butt arched up… ready to be paddled. >”Ok Scootaloo. Here comes…” >you lift the spatula up high >And just like usual… there’s the clench of the filly cheeks >bracing themselves for the oncoming onslaught >You wait for them to relax, then… >ThhhWAP! >the first spank is delivered to her soon to be very, very sorry rear end >Scootaloo’s butt does indeed jiggle upon the smack >but just as you suspected, Scooty’s smaller, but still very cute and round little flanks are more firm and well-toned than your darling Sweetie’s bigger, bubblier cheeks >that doesn’t stop the filly from jolting over your lap with the hard smack >Both hind legs kick out, hooves splaying wide >but best of all… >”Eep!” >Scootaloo yelps, jerking her head up >rather a little yip of pain… but still gets your heart racing >the spatula spank leaves behind the unmistakable red rectangle of burning hot pain on the middle of her behind >And her hips do a faint little wiggle… >Okay. It’s time to find your groove again! >Raising the spatula high, you bring it back down again >and again… and again… >rhythmically, and methodically >ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! Thh… >”Ow! Yowch! Ow! OW! Ah! AH!” >But one thing you notice almost right away, is the sound Scootaloo makes >They aren’t… well, as *dramatic* as Sweetie Belle’s plaintive wails for mercy >They are much briefer, and more reactionary to each individual smack of the spatula >And it becomes clear, as spank number 20 lands on Scootaloo’s naughty behind, that this little filly is used to far more spankings than Sweetie Belle is >Make no mistake: this filly is kicking, squirming, and clearly suffering with each spank across her behind >and her butt is indeed reddening very nicely… >But you recall Sweetie Belle’s carrying on, and on, and ON, sobbing like crazy >And you remember these fillies’ previous conversation >”You guys always got spanked harder than me…” >turns out, they were very right! >Sooo… perhaps it was time to increase your plans >after all, you couldn’t have these fillies thinking you were a pushover, now could you? >So, you adjust your grip on the spatula >flatten it out at a sharper, more vertical angle >and then, swinging it up and down above the filly’s squirming, lightly bucking behind, you train it down repeatedly and repeatedly >left, right, left, right, left, right >alternating cheeks, but also moving up and down, side to side >keeping your strength high, and feeling your eardrums practically shake with the sound of this nasty little tool smacking bare filly flanks >Scootaloo takes a few moments to respond >but when she does… >”Ow, ow, OWW! OW, OWW, AOW, AHH, AHOW! Ow, OW! OWWW!” >this change in pace results in Scootaloo’s renewed kicking >And a change in tone from mere “ows” to true cries out, stringing all together >And in your focus, you actually realize… you lost count of the spanks >But you guess it’s close to 40 when Scootaloo starts to truly shake and jiggle her toned buttocks on your lap >buttocks that are now rapidly turning bright, scorching red… >”AHH! OWWWOWW! OWW, it huuuUUURTSOWWW!” >Heheh, there it is >The classic “it hurts” line mid-spanking >It’s like every filly in the world needs to let you know that yes, indeed, spankings DO hurt their bottoms very much! >you smile, and reward this declaration with four sharp spanks on her sit spots, rapid fire >Scootaloo truly howls for the first time, and splays her hooves out wide >kicking all around, this way and that >but they only find empty air… >”OW, owwwOWWW! OW, oh, OHHH OWW! AAAH!” >Scootaloo’s tail dock twitches and her tail tugs under your grip >But it’s not going anywhere so long as she’s pinned on your knees >you recount starting at what you *think* is probably 40 spanks, and count until 60… >Already, ten… well, five more spanks than you gave Sweetie’s little butt yesterday >but Scootaloo still isn’t well spanked enough… >her butt may be red, but Sweetie Belle’s behind was faaar redder by this point yesterday >Well, maybe it was because of the snow white color of that naughty filly’s behind that made the red stand out more >but it is as you feared… these other two fillies are probably used to good, long spankings >and you aren’t going to fail to measure up! >ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhWAP! >70…75…80…85… >”OW OWWW AAAH!” >Scootaloo’s head bobs up and down >Hair flipping this way and that >her tears are flowing much more freely now >And her hooves are shuffling, crisscrossing, and wildly flailing >and in the process, Scootaloo is showing off basically *everything* she’s got >under her tail, displaying to the open air, in between each bottom cheek >as those now red cheeks continue to get smacked harshly by the spatula >And briefly, you look up from the tushy you are torching >over to the other two fillies who are up next >still standing in their corners >And even though you can’t see their faces, you can tell just by looking at them >with their tails tucked firmly between their legs >buns clenched instinctively >and ears drooping back >that the sounds of their friend being spanked HARD are taking their toll on their psyches… >Good. >These girls need to learn their lessons. >ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! >95…100…105…110… >Ok, now Scootaloo’s sobbing is starting to get desperate >Breathless, reduced to blubbering >Squeaking turns into weeping, turns into wailing >Kicking legs turn into bucking, shaking hips >mere red turns into glowing crimson on her formerly orange cheeks >She gasps, wriggles, bucks, and sobs brokenly >You hear these noises coming from her maw, and you take them as a sign to keep on spanking for just a little bit longer >You need this filly’s butt to be cooked to a wonderful well-done heat >dissuade her from misleading your sweet little Sweetie Belle… >ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! >120…125…130…135… >”BWAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHH!” >And there it is. >The broken, miserable, strung together sobs of a well punished filly >Scootaloo’s face is simply bathed in tears >And the couch is now stained with them, too >It occurs to you, as you deliver stroke 140 to her burning behind, that you really didn’t have Sweetie over your knees for all THAT long yesterday… >Well, of course it was certainly longer than what that little filly was used to! >But when you see the true shade of strawberry that Scootaloo’s small, round, toned butt is now sporting? >You realize that you could spank Sweetie even longer than this… >MUCH longer >there is more “surface area” and more “give” to that little filly’s bubble behind >and you’ve learned while living here that spanking a naughty filly or colt, even *very*hard, isn’t frowned upon around here so long as you don’t bruise their cheeks… >And that was quite hard to do, you do say so yourself, as you deliver spank number 150 to Scootaloo’s blazing, wriggling, scorched butt >A filly’s behind was practically designed to be spanked, based on how many times you have spanked, spanked, spanked away at even this filly’s much smaller, muscular and petite bottom without leaving any marks other than just a beautiful, blazing scarlet red! >Your musing is cut short when you suddenly feel the movement of feathers under your holding hand >Scootaloo’s wings start to buzz under your forearm while she wails, as the smack of the spatula keep on coming >You press down harder, clamping down on her wings >then, gritting your teeth, you deliver a sequence of harsh, stinging smacks rapid fire to both sit spots, back and forth >over and over again >punishing this resistance fiercely >Scootaloo arches her back, squealing so loud it almost hurts your ears, in response to this onslaught >But then… after a few seconds of tensing her whole body, Scootaloo gasps, heaves, and collapses >draping herself completely over your knee >head thumping into the blanket, tears streaming like rivers down her face… >hind legs only feebly kicking and quivering >and lastly: her now FLAMING red bottom, still bared, still vulnerable, and still arched up into the air >plops down onto your right thigh >ready for any more spanks you decide to give it >no matter how much her bum burned like the fires of Tartarus itself >still ready for more… >ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! ThhhWAP! >160…165…aaaand 170. >ThhhWAPPP!! >”AAAAAOOWWWWW!” >You decide to end on spank number 170, an extra HARD one. >Why? Who knows… >You guess it’s just because Scootaloo is only weeping, twitching her behind, and lightly drumming her hooves on the couch with each new spank >eyes running with tears, but body nearly limp >just exhausted from the spanking >And also, Scootaloo is now positively *drenched* in sweat >Her mane, body, wing spines, and even her legs and tail… all just drip sweat, now >Well, it’s like you’ve been saying this whole time: >Getting a spanking is quite the workout for a young filly! >Even a filly with as fit and toned of flanks as Scootaloo… >You give her a couple minutes to catch her breath >But you continue to hold her down on your lap while she shakes her hips and squirms desperately >you feel her hooves gripping tightly onto your pants, and on the couch cushion >and her tail twitches and swishes uselessly under your hand >But finally, as Scooty’s sobbing dies down, you decide it’s time to move on… >You reach under Scootaloo, pick her up, and place her down on the floor >Oh wow >Right away, Scootaloo begins the classic “spanked filly war dance” all over the place >hippity hopping, reaching back with both hooves, and ouching and owwing all over the place >shaking what her momma gave her the whole while and revealing herself to your view as she ends up adopting the same position as Sweetie did yesterday >face down, ass up, and hooves reaching back to her poor, puuuunished buttcheeks >stamping her hooves with pain and anguish >You observe with a lot of amusement this spectacle >but after a few moments, you speak for the first time in probably at least a few minutes >you’ve sorta lost track of time at this point… >”Ok, Scootaloo. That’s enough of that for now, young filly. Go back to your corner and stick your nose in there, got it? I want to see that tail all the way up, missy. And NO rubbing allowed.” >You direct Scootaloo cruelly through her sobbing and desperate gasps for relief >she barely seems to hear you at all at first >but you do patiently wait for the sobbing, sorry filly to finally comply with your orders >until finally, with a forlorn and sad sob, Scootaloo slinks over back to her corner >and like a good filly, she sticks her snotty nose back into it >But she doesn’t follow the last of your instructions right away… >so you bark them out at her again >”Scootaloo, tail up. All the way, young lady!” >Scootaloo moans and shakes with this command you give her >But after a short period of shuffling her back legs, and dancing her bottom in a small figure 8 motion a few times… Scootaloo finally listens >And slowly, she gets her sweaty, purple tail flagging up high in the air >revealing the masterpiece of a spanking canvas you just created, viewable to all onlookers >spanked red butt on full display >you gaze upon her naughty, well punished flanks for a few seconds >and then, you switch gazes between hers, and Sweetie Belle’s >comparing colors… only to find that Sweetie Belle’s behind is still slightly darker in shade! >You are actually surprised… >Perhaps you went a little hard on Sweetie Belle with this whole “splitting up the spanking” routine >but then, you remind yourself of the crucial fact; Sweetie isn’t used to *truly* hard spankings >So, you suppose you have to temper your expectations for disciplining her, still… >And perhaps, someone like you coming around is exactly what that naughty filly truly needs! >but there is one filly where that isn’t the case. >One filly who you are SURE is used to some pretty hard bottom tannings in her day… >And she’s standing in this room right now, in the opposite corner >Her legs squirming lightly, butt clenching, and her tail twitching fearfully in response to each one of her friend’s sobs of pain… >You sit up on the couch, grip your spatula with your spanking hand… and you call her name. >”Ok, Apple Bloom. You’re next, young filly. Come here.” >When you call Apple Bloom's name, the reaction is a tad different than Scootaloo's was >this time, you watch as the filly, with a nervous gulp, actually obeys you almost right away >she turns around, and without wasting very much time >she walks over to you on the couch >she isn't fast walking by any means >but you are rather surprised at her pace compared to Scootaloo, how basically had to drag her hooves over to you >like they were weighted by balls and chains on each hoof... >but Apple Bloom, despite the nervousness and fear very clear in her eyes >she walks with more speed anyways >you regard her when she stops right in front of you, head down >not making eye contact... >awww. >There's something about this particular filly that just makes her so damn especially cute >but still... she's got a good punishment to get through anyways >and it's your solemn duty to give it to her! >You pat your lap with the spatula >and gesture to your knees >looking gravely down at her >"Ok, missy. Come on over." >"Yes, M-Mister Anon..." >But then, Apple Bloom does something else that surprises you... >you reach out for her, preparing to pick her up, just like you did with Scootaloo >but instead, Apple Bloom seems to not even see your arms reach out toward her >and instead, she walks to the spot between the V shape you've made with your legs >right between your left and right knees >and then... >Huh. >You freeze for a second as Apple Bloom proceeds to adopt a position you've never done before >she actually climbs up onto your *left* leg >and you watch as Apple Bloom then lays down over your left thigh, diagonally >and leaves her hind legs dangling, off the bed >her upper body, resting on the bed >and her butt, bent all the way over your left thigh >and most shockingly of all, she even lifts up her tail on her own >moves it away from her bottom, and flags it high up >aaall by herself >exposing her plump, but firm yellow bottom for punishment >aaand everything else under a naughty filly's tail, too...0 >At first, you just stare down at the filly >a little surprised at this newfound position >at first, you aren't sure what exactly you're looking at? >you've honestly only ever though of spankings over your knees as being... well, over your KNEES >not just one knee... >and you almost reach under Apple Bloom, pick her up, and set her down over your whole lap just like before... >but then, it occurs to you. >you look down... yep, there's Bloomy's butt, in place and "accessible" >actually, it's bent over and sticking up in the air even more that usual, from the angle of being bent over only one thigh... >and her hind legs are between yours... >which means... >wow. You can't believe you never thought of this one before! >you can just adjust your right leg inward, close your legs, aaand... >"Apple Bloom? Is this how you normally get spanked at home, young lady?" >you actually have to ask now, out of curiosity >Apple Bloom, who is so tense, so focused, and almost seems like she is in a different world, startles at your question >but she stammers, and nods her head emphatically >looking over her shoulder, back at you >"Y-Yes, Mister Anon! It is... d-do you, I mean, did I...?" >Awww. >She's so nervous >luckily you cut her off before she can stammer more >"Shhh, you're okay, missy... I see. So, they pin your legs down, young filly?" >Apple Bloom at first looks a little confused by the question > but she nods once more >aww, you can see her blushing... >"Uh...uh huh... Applejack always tells me I kick n' move my legs an' my bottom too much durin' spankins... so she says she gotta make s-sure she keeps me still so she can spank me s-safe." >This filly... >aww. >she is just precious. >so good, she is... >so obedient, cooperative, and so goddamn CUTE >hnnng... >But ok. >You have a bottom, perched on your thigh and aimed high at the cieling, that is BEGGING to be spanked, now >and it's about time you did that! >"I see. Well then... we'll make sure you get the spanking you need, young filly. So..." >You pick up that spatula, and clamp your right leg down on over Apple Bloom's hind legs >pressing them down, and pinning them in place >Apple Bloom's butt is now framed by your legs below, and your holding hand over her tail above >and her cheeks are ready to be heated up to an inferno! >she whimpers when you put your leg down over hers >and whimpers some more when she feels the wood of the spatula rest onto her bare bottom >but you actually notice that despite her fear, her bottom cheeks actually don't clench... >but her legs do, going stiff and still against your pinning leg >almost like she's trying her best NOT to resist >and her bottom even raises just a tiny bit more... >as if accepting and cooperating with its fate to be toasted by your spatula >Hnnng >this filly may be about to get a botttom roasting for the ages... >but she is a very good girl. >a shame it won't help her butt now. >your mind is set and her butt's fate is sealed >tap, tap, tap to aim... >Raise... ThhhWAP! >"Mm!" >You deliver the same strength smack to the errant filly's naughty tush >same as all the other ones you gave to poor Scootaloo... >but Bloom's reaction is a little different to her first spank >a little, subdued grunt of pain escapes her >but it is made with her mouth *closed* >and her bottom barely even twitches as a nice, pink rectangle appears on her left buttock... >you bite your lip >hmm... >yep, this filly definitely is used to being spanked, if that reaction is anything to go by! >You tap tap again, then raise the spatula back up… >ThhhWAPPP!! >”MM!” >The second one is significantly stronger than the first >in fact, the smacking noise makes you blink reflexively with how loud it is >Hell, you even notice that Scootaloo AND Sweetie’s bottoms both flex with the sound >And Scootaloo squirms uncomfortably in her corner, tail flicking nervously… >But the sound that leaves Apple Bloom is only a little louder than the first little “meep” of pain… >She does flinch just a little bit… but on your knee, her butt somehow remains still >the strength of the smack was hard enough to really ripple the skin of her bigger, but still firm flanks >and there’s another much pinker rectangle forming next to the first one… >it has to burn like the dickens, and yet… >Bloomy’s butt barely even squirms at all >Stays perked up, perched on your thigh, and ready for more. >MUCH more. >Well, it seems you have your work cut out for you on this one! >Fortunately… you like your job. >You smirk, and raise the spatula up again… >Let’s get this spanking going. >ThhhWAPP! ThhhWAPP! ThhhWAPP! ThhhWAPPP!!! >”Mm! Unh, mmph! Ah… Ah, oh! MM!” >Spanks rain down on this filly’s behind >You gradually increase the strength until the smacks really do echo a bit off the walls of the living room >leaving behind lots, and lots of pink rectangles on her yellow bottom >until they all start to melt together into one big mass of hot, steaming pink by swat number 25… >But apart from some open mawed squeals of pain, Apple Bloom’s composure remains… >not defiantly, like a filly who’s trying their best not to cry >not at all… in fact, tears are running freely down her face >And her sobs are gentle and sweet… but still there, for sure >It seems as if Apple Bloom is accepting her punishment with a tremendous amount of maturity >even as the spatula delivers smack after harsh ThhhWAPP!! to her rump cheeks… and spank number 40 comes and goes >even her hind legs, which you have pinned in place, are only kicking a little bit under there >her tail is obediently flagged high, dock not even twitching >And her bottom remains relaxed… even as swats 59 and 60 spank down hard onto her sit spots >”Mmnnnnoww! Ah, ah… bwuhhuhuhhhhh…” >More sobbing, but not wailing or carrying on at all… >some yelps, groans, and gasps of pain >but mostly just remorseful, tearful weeps >her demeanor itself is almost apologetic… >and her bottom turns redder and redder under your viciously spanking arm and spatula… >ThhhWAPP!!! ThhhWAPP!!! ThhhWAPP!!! >80…85…90…95… >110…115…120…125… >140…145…150…155… >”Waaahhaaahuhhh… owwaaaahhohowww… bwaaaahhhh!” >It takes until stroke 160 before you finally start to see cracks in this filly’s rather stationary position on your knees >finally, her now VERY red butt does start to wiggle… >Well, as much as your right legs allows, but it wiggles indeed! >And her hind legs finally start to crisscross and lightly kick with what is sure to be agonized pain, thumping under your pinning leg >but even then, the struggles aren’t frantic >And Bloom is still being a very, very good girl, taking her harsh punishment with tears of genuine remorse >It occurs to you now… if Applejack think Bloomy kicks too much during a spanking, then how freaking hard does that farm mare spank!? >Or how long… >You can’t keep this filly here all night, though. >you need to bring her to the same stage Scootaloo was: wailing, howling, desperate, and begging for mercy >And as you deliver spank number 170… you ain’t there yet, chief >But you also can’t obviously just spank Apple Bloom sooo much more than her friends… at least, not without justification >Your brain gears turn… >But then, an idea appears >And you smile, feeling the filly cringe and weep with stroke number 175, smacking onto her reeed flanks >then, you stop. >For just a moment… but this ain’t over for Bloomy yet… >You ask a question, resting the spatula onto the center of her lightly squirming butt >”Now, Apple Bloom… you were the leader of the group today, weren’t you?” >you wait through Bloomy’s weeps and sobs >but you are sure she heard your question >because her ears perked up from their depressed, floppy position on her head >angled themselves toward you >you smirk >In her usual obedient attitude, Apple Bloom heaves out a good sob, and nods her cute little head >”I-I… It was m-my idea, s-sir.” >Sir? >Hmm… you like it. >you like it a LOT. >you feel your heart swell with pride for a second, but then it’s back to business… >”Yep… that’s what I thought, missy. So, this is what we’re going to do, young lady…” >You actually release Apple Bloom, spreading your legs apart >then, let go of her back and tail >letting the well spanked filly slide backward, til her hooves touch the floor >Apple Bloom moans, and with an adorable whine she reaches back to her butt with a hoof >But quickly, you snatch a hold of her hoof and pull it back away >Apple Bloom blanches, and she looks fearfully over her shoulder >you tsk tsk down at her >”No no, sweetheart. No rubbing yet, you hear? You punishment isn’t over.” >Apple Bloom’s ears flop back on her head >and as she slides further away from your lap, her big, expressive, and tearful eyes look up at you with confusion and forlorn sadness >but you regard her stare with firmness and sternness, as usual >”Oh no, Apple Bloom. Here’s what you need to do, young lady: I want you to go outside, to the backyard. Then, I want you to bring me a good switch.” >Apple Bloom’s eyes widen when she hears the word “Switch” >oh boy, do they widen! >Tears instantly spill out and run down her face anew >And for the first time since the spanking began… her adorable, fluffy red tail swishes back over her not quite as red little flanks >shielding them instinctively >And upon seeing that, it all clicks… >The switch stings like the dickens >Worse than possibly anything else out there >You’ve been spanking this filly with a flat object this whole time… >But her expression change when you declare her next fate, is incredible >Apple Bloom freezes for a few seconds >pure terror on her face >And in their respective corners, you see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle’s ears perk up, point high, and then… flop back down again >with their heads drooping just like their ears… >Awwww. Looks like EVERY filly in here knows how severe a switch truly is… >But, true to form, Apple Bloom doesn’t protest >She freezes for a while, sure… but no excuses, or pleas, or even puppy dog eyes get made in your direction >Instead, she hangs her head… sobs… then nods her head >”Y-Yes, sir…” >Hnnng! >There goes that “sir” again… >you could really get used to that… >you nod your head approvingly >”Good. Good girl. Now… one last thing. Sweetie Belle! Come over here.” >Both Sweetie Belle, AND Apple Bloom, both jump in startled reflex >Sweetie Belle especially… she gasps, and her nose leaves her corner >Apple Bloom looks over to her, eyes flowing with tears >And when Sweetie Belle turns around, they meet eyes >And then… Sweetie Belle’s eyes drift over to Apple Bloom’s bum… >She already has white fur… but you could swear it turns to bleach white when she sees just how APPLE RED Apple Bloom’s naughty behind now is >an involuntary whimper comes out of her >and she shrinks low to the floor >No no. No time to cower, Sweetie Belle. >You point to the spot with one finger, in a very stern “come here” gesture >”Sweetie Belle… you need to do as you’re told, young filly. Come here.” >The naughty filly listens to you this time… >And slowly, she slinks over to you >leaving the safety of her corner… >every step bringing her closer to doom >she side eyes Apple Bloom, who looks back at her with most apologetic stare you have ever seen >this poor little farm filly feels absolutely horrendous about this whole situation, you can tell… >but she is scared silent, now >awaiting the next cruel thing you have in store for her, and her friend… >Sweetie eventually stands right before you >shivering, tail swishing, hooves crossing demurely >eyes downcast >And tears already plopping down on the floor… >poor, sweet little wimp... >Your fingers tingle as they grip the spatula handle >and your heart races excitedly >”Listen here, both of you. Sweetie Belle, you’re gonna get over my knee. Apple Bloom is gonna go out and get her switch for the rest of HER butt tanning… and missy, I’m gonna paddle your behind until Apple Bloom gets back here, her switch in tow. Only then, will your spanking today be done and over with, and then Apple Bloom will… *switch* places with you and take the rest of her well deserved punishment. Understood?”