Flash Sentry had had one hell of a week. First, a new girl showed up at school. He had embarrassed himself by promptly walking into her. The girl was cute with violet hair and eyes. She had a cute voice and seemed sweet, if a bit shy. Not his type, really, but he could feel an attraction to her. They had managed to dance together at the Fall Formal. Before they could get to that, however, his crazy ex-girlfriend turned into a demon, brainwashed several students and tried to lead them into another dimension. There was a battle. An actual battle with lasers and explosions. The wall to the school had blown up and the parking lot now had a crater in it. In addition to helping repair the damage Sunset Shimmer probably had detention for the rest of the school year or at least Flash hoped she did.
At least he'd gotten to dance with the cute girl, but when he'd gone to school that day she hadn't been there. According to her friends she'd gone back to her own world. It made sense. The only reason she was there was to retrieve the crown. Now that the crown had been retrieved there was no reason for her to stick around. Flash had listlessly gone from class to class today missing her. It had only been a week, a crazy exciting week. He had began to fall for her. When he was supposed to be focusing on math and biology all he could think about was her. At least he still had his music and his history class had manged to distract him. Today in history they had talked about the Battle of Waterloo. Flash enjoyed military history. The minute he had gotten back to his apartment he had sank into the sofa and began to review his notes on the battle. His parents were out of town and the apartment was quiet. Flash sank further into the sofa. It was so comfortable. When his dad was home he never got to try out the sofa because he was constantly sitting on it. Flash could see why. He turned his mind back to the history notes, occasionally underlining pertinent points. Putting aside the notes he picked up his textbook. He was supposed to read the chapter on the early part of the twentieth century. He skipped to the part about the Battle of the Bulge and grimaced when he started reading an eyewitness account of the battle. Flash had always wanted to go into the military, but the actual description of battle was enough to turn him off from that dream. Still, six generations of his family had served in the Marines and he wanted to too. Maybe be could join the Marine Corps Band. There was a thought, to join his love of his country with his love of music.
His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. He frowned and set the textbook aside. 'If that's Thunderlane trying to borrow more of my money-'
He walked from the sofa and opened the door. Instead of his deadbeat friend,it was his psychotic ex-girlfriend who could turn into an actual, literal demon.
'Fuck my life.'
He slammed the door in her face. She jammed the door with her foot.
"Sunset I swear to God, I will call the cops if you don't leave. Or maybe an exorcist."
"Flash, please. I just want to talk."
There was a slight plea to her voice. Flash had never heard Sunset sound like she was pleading. Sunset never pleaded, she ordered. Flash took a good look at her. Instead of a sneer, Sunset looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"Please?" She whimpered.
Flash had never heard Sunset whimper either. He sighed.
"Fine. Whatever. You have five minutes."
Sunset walked into the apartment. "This is hard for me. I've been going around apologizing to people I've hurt."
"How many days off your detention is Celestia taking off for this?"
Sunset shook her head. "That's not why I'm doing it."
"Then why? What's your goal this time? What kind of plan do you have up your sleeve?"
Sunset sighed. "I know I hurt you."
"Yeah, you sure did. You hurt a lot of people. You think saying sorry is going to make it okay? You broke my heart, Sunset Shimmer. You can't fix that."
Sunset closed her eyes and bit her lip, holding back tears. "I'm sorry. I never meant...no, I did mean it. And I'm sorry. I'm a terrible person."
"Yes, you are. You humiliated me. You used me."
"I never meant for you to read it-"
"You're right. I never should have looked in your diary." Flash admitted. "But you never talked to me, never shared anything about your life. You invited me over that day and curiosity got too be too much."
They had made love that day and as she slept in post-coital bliss he had snuck out of the bed. Her diary was in the first drawer he found. Reading it was wrong, but he had become convinced that she was cheating on him. That would explain her cold behavior, the way she had pulled away from him. In that diary he had discovered her true feelings for him. He grit his teeth at the memory. The very next day he had publicly dumped her.
"I LOVED you, Sunset. And you used me to gain popularity. How do you think that made me feel, huh?"
Sunset shrunk back. "I'm so sorry. I did a lot of terrible stuff, but I want to change."
"Great." Flash said. "I'm serious. It's great that you want to change. But I don't know if I can forgive you."
"What can I do to show you that I want to change?" Sunset asked. "I helped Rarity with her sewing, I helped Fluttershy with her animals. I'm going to help Applejack with the harvest this weekend."
Flash made a mental note to ask those three girls if Sunset was telling the truth.
"I'll let you punish me if that's what it will take." Sunset said. "I'll do your homework. I'll pay you money."
"Any punishment?" Flash asked. "Because I don't need money or help with my homework."
Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Any punishment within the limits of the law."
"Alright, what about a spanking? Would you let me spank you?"
Sunset's eyes widened and she gulped. She had a sudden flashback to being across the Sun Princess's knee.
"Well?" Flash asked. "It's just a thought. If you really feel bad about what you did that means you'd be willing to be punished for it. And I think what you did deserves a good, hard spanking."
Sunset only hesitated for a few minutes. "No paddles, okay?"
"If I think you deserve a paddling, it'll be a paddling. Did I mention I cried myself to sleep after we broke up?"
"Because it's not like I couldn't feel worse about what I did."
"You should feel bad about it."
"Alright. If you feel I deserve a paddling I'll take it."
"I don't have a paddle, but I could find the belt my dad used."
Flash knew he was being mean at that point. His dad never used a belt to spank him. Yet, a very evil part of him wanted Sunset Shimmer to suffer. Suffer like he had suffered.
"I deserve that." Sunset said. She pulled down her skirt and her red-and yellow panties. Then she bent over the armrest of the couch, sticking out her bottom. Flash nearly choked as he got a good look at her naked backside.
"You, um, didn't need to take off your pants."
"No. It needs to be on my bare butt. It's what I deserve." Sunset said.
Sunset Shimmer had a perfect bottom. Toned and shapely, two round semi-globes that rose up appealingly. He wanted to fondle and caress them. In the back of his mind he wondered if this wasn't some kind of plot to seduce him. If so, it might very well be successful. He wondered if he should use an implement. He thought about taking off his belt and really whipping into her. He couldn't do it. He wasn't that mean. Still. She needed to be punished.
He raised up his hand and delivered a hard smack to her rump. She grunted, but didn't cry out. He delivered a second smack to the left side of her rear. The smacks were so hard they left two handprints on her butt and left his hand stinging. He delivered a flurry of spanks to her right cheek, then a second flurry of spanks to her left cheek. She cried out each time his hand connected with her bottom, then lowered her head. He continued the spanking, giving a barrage of hard smacks to her bottom, moving his hand around so that it connected with a different spot each time. Each smack landed on a different part of her behind. It surprised him that she didn't even attempt to defend her backside or move away as the smacks continued to be delivered to her rapidly reddening rump. Instead she just maintained her bent over position as Flash continued drawing back and slamming his open palm against her backside.
"I hope this hurts, Sunset!" He cried, smacking her red butt cheek. "I hope this hurts you as much as you hurt me!" Each word was punctuated with a slap.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" Sunset cried. Her legs were trembling. Flash continued the barrage of spankings while she brokenly cried. He lowered his aim and slapped both her thighs eliciting high pitched yelps from her. Then, he returned to spanking her backside.
"It hurts! Flash, it hurts!"
He ignored her cries as he slapped her upper thighs then her sit spot.
She was whimpering and sobbing, her bottom felt like it was on fire, but he kept spanking her already sore rear end.
'Oh God, this hurts.' She thought. 'But I hurt him too. I hurt so many people.'
This thought drew forth a loud sob. Flash paused. Her bottom was bright red and she was weeping.
"Sunset, I..."
He had hurt her. He had really, truly hurt her. From childhood he had been taught to never hit a girl and he had given her a brutal thrashing. Shame welled up inside of him.
"I'm sorry. I took that too far." He said, beginning to rub her backside.
"D-don't be sorry. I deserved every smack."
He placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. She leaned into him, exhausted, while he caressed her well-spanked bottom and held her close. She held onto him, buried her face in his chest and cried.
"D-do you forgive me?"
"After you just took all that? Yeah, I think I can. You really have changed. Old Sunset would never have stood for that."
She nestled a little closer to him. He laid onto the couch and cuddled her to his chest.
"You know, we could never make it work. We don't work." Sunset said.
"No, we don't."
"We couldn't even be friends, could we?"
"I...I don't know." Flash admitted.
"Could I stay here tonight? I don't want to be alone."
He held her a little tighter and kissed her forehead. "Yes, you can."
They stayed like that for a long time, he keeping his hand on her bottom to offer a little comfort, she nuzzling close to him.