A series of short stories revolving around behind-the-scenes spanking. (Not tagged-Sunset Shimmer). I moved some stories to another account. These are now in "Warmth of the Sun" and "An Important Talk."
Trixie had done it. She had gotten off scot-free. That was what she thought as she galloped as fast as she could down the road leading out of Ponyville. She had been corrupted by that accursed amulet and used her enhanced magic to take over a town. That was something she had never intended to do. All she’d wanted to do was have revenge on Twilight for humiliating her during the Ursa incident. Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears. She’d never wanted to hurt anypony. All she’d wanted was ponies love and admiration. That was all she’d ever wanted. But she had enslaved the entire town, trapped them in a force field, and forced them to labor for her. That wasn’t love and admiration. It was only fear.
“And fear isn’t love.” Trixie whispered sadly. “Now everypony hates me. If I thought my reputation was ruined before it’s completely over now.”
She slumped down to the ground and buried her face in her hooves.
“It’s all over. What am I going to do?”
“What indeed, my little pony?”
Trixie’s eyes widened and she stood. Then she fell into a bow. The Princess of the Night was standing before her. Her wings were flared out, her horn was as majestic as Trixie had been told it was and her coat was a lovely dark blue. Stars swirled in her mane.
“P-P-Princess Luna.”
Princess Luna. Nightmare Moon. The Mare in the Moon whom her mother taught her would gobble her up if she misbehaved or didn’t go to bed on time or didn’t eat her vegetables.
“Please don’t eat me, Princess!”
Nightmare Moon/Princess Luna rolled her eyes.
“Contrary to an unusual popular belief we do not practice cannibalism.”
“You must be here to punish the Meek and Humble Trixie. Surely you’ve heard of what I’ve done.”
“We did sense dark magic in this area and came to investigate. Lady Twilight Sparkle explained to us that you were in possession of Sombra’s Amulet and made quite a nuisance of thineself.”
“It’s true. It’s all true. The Humble and Repentant Trixie-wait Sombra’s Amulet? I had the Alicorn Amulet.”
“It goes by many names, but it was forged by Sombra in the furnace of dark magic in the deepest pits of Tartarus.”
“Sombra? Trixie has heard that name. She demands you explain-humbly, of course.”
“Very well, yon strange pony. Sombra sought a way to increase his magic so he went to Tartarus and with the sacrifice of one-hundred foals and other acts of wickedness created a conduit for demonic forces that would empower his magic. Those demonic forces are still active, I’m afraid.”
Trixie forced herself not to wretch. “Demons? You’re saying Trixie was possessed by demons?”
“Yes.”
“Are…are you here to execute me?” Trixie whimpered. She bowed her head to the ground. “Trixie knows she deserves it, but please try to find mercy in your heart.”
“The death penalty was outdated and never used in our own age. The only crimes punishable by death were intentional homicide and the use of black magic, now punishable by exile. And thine soul has been tainted with black magic."
Trixie gulped. “Please, Princess. I thought you’d understand. You too were corrupted by evil forces.”
“For which we served one-thousand years of banishment.”
Trixie recoiled at the implication. “No! Trixie couldn’t take banishment! Death would be better!” She paused, “Though I should probably leave Equestria anyway because everypony hates me!”
She was surprised to feel a soothing sensation as the Princess ran a hoof through her mane.
“We are neither here to banish you nor to escort you to the gallows. But if you expect sympathy because of our similar situations you severely underestimate how deeply we hate ourselves for what we became when we were Nightmare Moon.”
“If you are not here to punish Trixie why are you here?”
“To purify you.”
“What?” Trixie looked up at her. “What are you talking about?”
“I had an experience with the Amulet.” She said. Slowly tendrils of shadow wrapped themselves around Trixie’s legs, lifting up her rear.
“What are you doing? Trixie demands to know!” Trixie said, struggling against the shadows. They only tightened their hold on her as her rump was lifted up. Luna walked behind her.
“After defeating Sombra we found the amulet and put it on. It was common in those days to wear the regalia of a defeated enemy, an extension of the idea that to the victor go the spoils. Celestia saw how it corrupted us and forced us to stop wearing it. But it was too late. We were already turned and demonic entities had already invaded our mind. Say, were you ever spanked as a filly?”
Trixie was alarmed by the sudden change of subject. “Trixie’s parents didn’t believe in discipline.”
“That explains a great deal.” She summoned a whip made of many tendrils of shadow. “We are in fact relieved that Sister did not attempt to purify me. We got a smack from her solar whip once and had to sleep on our stomach for a week. Of course, that would have been better than our millennium on the moon.”
Trixie struggled in her bonds. “You have to be joking! Trixie is not a foal!”
“This is necessary, Lady Trixie.”
“No! Please!”
“If it’s any consolation, this hurts me more than it hurts you.”
Luna readied the shadow whip, lifting it high in the air and bringing it down with a resounding slap across Trixie’s hindquarters. Trixie cried out and squirmed wile Luna flicked the whip over and over, raining down a barrage of spanks across her rump. Pink crisscross marks began to appear as Luna continued the spanking.
She alternated, giving several blows to one side of Trixie’s rear, then began focusing the whip on the other side of her now reddening flank. Trixie continued to cry out and writhe with each smack of the lash to her behind. Tears fell freely down her face.
“No! I’m the Great and Powerful Trixie! You can’t do this to the Great and Powerful Trixie!”
“And why not?” Luna asked swishing the lash firmly across Trixie’s behind. “What makes thee so special?”
“Because I’m great and powerful!”
She began to heave under the heavy blows. In addition to the pain in her hindquarters that each spank from the whip brought there was a gurgling in her stomach.
“I am Trixie the Great and Powerful!”
Her eyes began to glow red.
“I will wash mine hooves in thine blood for this insolence!”
Luna now almost lazily continued her barrage of spanks to Trixie’s now flame-red rear. “Do tell, Shadow.”
Trixie opened her mouth as her stomach gave a great heave and a great black cloud belched out from her mouth, thousands of serpents made from living shadow crawled from between her lips. She cried, but not from pain. Luna rose the whip again and finished by giving ten hard slaps to Trixie’s flame-red flanks. Trixie pressed her face into the ground. The snakes dissolved.
“W-what was that?” Trixie asked.
“The demons that had possessed thee.”
“They’re gone?”
“I would believe so. The purpose of the whipping was to drive them out.”
“I…I…Oh, Celestia…”
“Mine sister is not here. But I am.” Luna said, releasing Trixie from her bonds. Trixie wept piteously into the ground. “All I ever wanted was to be loved! But then stupid Twilight showed me up! Now nopony loves me and I got possessed by demons and I’m a terrible pony and-”
Luna wrapped the sobbing showmare into a hug, gently stroking her mane while she cried into her shoulder.
“We…I know what it’s like, Trixie. When nopony appreciates you. When nopony cares about you and you feel all alone in the world. Even if you’re not alone and there are ponies that care about you it still hurts.” Luna said, while stroking the younger pony’s back.
“I just want this pain to go away. Not the one in my flank. The pain in my heart. I want to be adored. Is that so wrong?”
“I don’t think it is.”
“B-but what am I going to do now? My career is over.”
“What if I could offer you a new start?” Luna asked, continuing to cradle the distraught unicorn.
“You could do that?”
“Come to Canterlot. Be my new apprentice.”
“Princess, I…”
“You will have a room in the castle. Of course access to certain things-certain books in the library, for example-will be restricted until you complete your studies. But you’ll have the chance to start over. I’ll even guarantee you a spot on the Canterlot circuit.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because I do know what it’s like to be so insanely jealous that you lose all reason and I think you need a second chance.”
Fluttershy ran the duster along the tallest of her shelves, her wings fluttering as she finished up her chores. Angel and the rest of her animals had been fed, her little cottage had been dusted and all that was left to do was visit Rarity at the spa. It was time for their wekly meet-up and every aching muscle in Fluttershy’s body was longing for the warm waters of a Jacuzzi. Her back was aching and her stomach was churning with pain. This week had been more than stressful.
'Yeah and whose fault was that?' A nasty voice said in the back of her mind. Fluttershy sighed. It had been her fault. She banished those thoughts.
'I am simply not going to think about Iron Will and that’s that.'
She fluttered down to the ground and then trotted from her cottage onto the verdant field that surrounded her cottage. Her cottage was a wonder of architecture, fused and built into the bark of a living tree. Surrounding it was the Everfree Forest, a wild and untamed land full of monsters. Most, if not all, of those monster’s acknowledged Fluttershy as their caretaker and whenever they were injured they came to her. Her healing hooves and gentle soul were well-known and her reputation was growing. She crossed the narrow bridge that spanned the crystal clear blue lake that separated her cottage from the rest of her town. The day was tranquil and the sky was clear, rays of Celestia’s sun caressing the face of the earth.
One look to the heavens told her she was nearly late for her appointment. Not wanting to miss one of the small pleasures in her life she hurriedly galloped through town, only stopping when she reached the center. She was now out of breath and had to take a few moments to recover.
“Fluttershy, are you alright Darling?” An elegant voice spoke behind her. Fluttershy turned. Rarity was behind her. The unicorn placed a hoof on her shoulder.
“I didn’t want to be late for our spa date.”
“Well, let’s get going.” Rarity said. “I was afraid I was going to be late since I was caught up on making several new garments for my fall line.”
“Oh? What’s in this season?” Fluttershy asked as they walked into the spa. Together they sank into the warm waters of the Jacuzzi.
“Pastels are getting popular again.” Rarity said as the waters carried away their worries.
“If you wouldn’t mind, can I do some modeling for you?” Fluttershy asked.
“Oh, certainly Darling. In fact, I need somepony with your body type for this one dress I’m working on. I’ve always wondered why you didn’t enjoy your modeling career more. You always seem to like doing it for me.”
Fluttershy sank deeper into the water. “Oh, I enjoy modeling. I just don’t like doing it in front of a lot of ponies. I don’t like doing anything in front of too many ponies.”
“Ah, I see. So I get to keep you all to myself. Lucky me.” Rarity said throwing an arm around Fluttershy’s shoulder. “So, I got us a special. I thought you might be a bit frazzled after certain unfortunate events so I bought you a special preening massage with Lotus.”
“Preening massage? Those are really expensive.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. I paid for it.”
“Rarity…you didn’t have to…I mean I don’t really deserve something like this.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. You’re one of my best friends and I wanted to do something nice for you.”
“But I haven’t been nice to you.”
“Like I told you. We’ve all made mistakes and said things we later regretted. Why just last week I nearly made Sweetie Belle cry after scolding her for tracking mud in. I really need to be more careful with that poor dear’s feelings.”
“No, this is different. I deliberately hurt you.”
“It’s in the past.” Rarity said through nearly gritted teeth. Lotus walked up.
“Are you ready for your massages, Ladies?”
“Certainly, Darling.”
Rarity and Fluttershy got out from the Jacuzzi and followed the two spa workers. Lotus led Fluttershy to a small, white room in the back and bid her to lay down on a table. Fluttershy laid on her stomach and rested her chin on the pillows that had been piled up on the edge of the table. Lotus took a brush and began running it down Fluttershy’s wings. In spite of herself, Fluttershy made squeaks of pleasure. Her wings were overdue for a preening.
“Is Madame alright? Madame has much tension in her shoulders. The muscles are tight.”
“No. No, I’m fine.” Fluttershy said as Lotus continued to softly stroke her wings. Fluttershy fell into a happy daze and before she knew it the massage was over. She gave her wings a few experimental flaps and was pleased to find them healthy and feeling better than they had in days. All the broken or loose feathers had been brushed away and collected in a pile.
“Thank you, Lotus! That was wonderful.”
“It was my pleasure.” Lotus said, laying down the massage brush. Fluttershy went from the massage room and found Rarity waiting in the hall. She had a relaxed expression.
“That was an incredible massage. Aloe has such gentle hooves. My back feels so calm. All the tension just melted away.”
“They’re both good.” Fluttershy stretched and found the tension in her back and shoulders gone. Not surprising as preening was about the most pleasant activity a pegasus could do. There was still a bad feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t hunger as she had just eaten.
“Fluttershy, are you alright?”
“Oh, Yes. Yes I’m…fine.”
“We’ve been friends for a long time. When you say you’re fine in that voice it means you’re not fine.”
Fluttershy scuffed at the ground. “Oh? I’m sorry.”
“Fluttershy, you know you can tell me if something’s bothering you right?”
“Of course.” Fluttershy said as the two ponies trotted onto the street. The market was open and in full swing. Everywhere Fluttershy looked she saw ponies selling their wares, buying, trading, bartering, arguing over prices. One brown stallion jealously guarded his cherries which were, she noticed, two bits. There was a slight tremor as she forced her wings not to flare out in a threat display.
'That stupid stallion. He’s the reason it all happened. No, that’s not fair. That’s not fair at all.'
Rarity noticed the quick twitch in her friend’s wings.
“Darling, is it about Iron Will?”
“Please don’t talk about him. Please.” Fluttershy whimpered.
“I’ve already forgiven you, you know that right?”
“Of course you have. Everypony always does.” Fluttershy muttered.
“And what does that mean?”
Fluttershy forced a fake smile. “Nothing, Rarity. Say, would you like to go to Sugarcube Corner?”
“No. We are going back to my place and you are going to tell me what’s wrong.”
‘No. I’m fine. Please.”
“You are not fine.” Rarity said. “And we’re going to talk about it.”
“Um. Okay. Yes ma’am.” Fluttershy meekly said as she followed the seamstress. She was silent, her head hanging low as they approached Carousel Boutique.
“Let’s go to my room.” Rarity said. Fluttershy nodded. When they got to her room Fluttershy couldn’t help but gawk at how pretty her large, white-sheeted bed was. It was covered in thick blankets and throw pillows. Colorful jewels and trinkets lined the shelves, each meticulously organized.
“Alright, Darling. We’re safe here. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Fluttershy lifted her head though her tail continued to droop on the ground.
“Do I have to?” She asked. Rarity sat on the bed and motioned for Fluttershy to join her which she did.
“I’m your friend, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“So, why don’t you trust me enough to tell me what’s wrong? I just want to help you, that’s all.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I’ll make a guess. You still feel guilty about Iron Will correct?”
The blush on Fluttershy’s face answered that question. “I was really mean to you.” Before Rarity could speak up Fluttershy continued. “And it’s not just that. How about how I acted at the Gala? I was terrible.”
“I thought we agreed to never speak of the Gala ever again.”
“And there was that time I stole the Princess’s pet and the Princess forgave me. Which was nice and everything, but I committed a crime. I could probably get away with murder if I really wanted to.”
“And this bothers you?”
Fluttershy nodded. “I was like that as a filly too. I could get away with anything. So, I keep doing all these terrible things.”
“Fluttershy I really don’t think you’re that bad.”
“Maybe not. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty. Every time I do something wrong I feel awful, but I keep doing them.” She teared up then those tears sprang free from her eyes. “I just keep doing them and I don’t know how to stop.” She sobbed, burying her head in Rarity’s shoulder.
“Darling, what do you want? Do you want to be punished?”
“M-maybe. Maybe if I had to face the consequences of my actions I’d actually think things through for once.”
Rarity sighed. “If you were punished would it make you feel less guilty?”
“Maybe it would. I…I think it would.”
“If Sweetie Belle had done something like what you did I’d have put her in time-out and, well, spanked her.”
Fluttershy gulped.
“Would you like me to do something like that?”
Fluttershy nodded. “Y-yes. Please.”
“Very well. Muzzle in the corner, young filly.” Rarity said, taking Fluttershy by the shoulder and gently leading her. Fluttershy leaned against the corner.
“You’re twenty, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll come back in twenty minutes. You had best be in the corner when I come back.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Rarity left the room and went down to put some tea on. She gave one last look at Fluttershy leaning against the wall, her muzzle pressed against it like a filly being chastised.
'Good Lady, she looks adorable like that.' Rarity thought as she went down stairs. She got a pot and filled it with water while thinking about the fact that she was about to spank her friend. I hope this gets rid of her guilt. She thought as she set it on the stove. She put the tea on low boil and walked back up stairs. Fluttershy was still in the corner. She sat on the bed.
“Come here.”
The yellow pegasus walked forward. Rarity took the pegasus by the shoulder and bent her across her lap. Fluttershy’s rump was slightly lifted up as she laid in a prone position. Rarity laid a hoof on her shoulder.
“Why am I spanking you?” She asked.
“B-because I was mean to everypony?”
Rarity lifted her hoof and landed a light swat to the right side of Fluttershy’s rear. Fluttershy jumped slightly.
“That’s right. I’m disappointed by your behavior.” Rarity said, landing a spank with each word. “You’re better than that.”
Her hoof moved in a steady rhythm as she continued smacking Fluttershy’s rump. Fluttershy tried to lay still, but squirmed with each spank. She laid her head on the bed while Rarity’s landed several spanks to each side of her rear. Soon, she began to cry.
Rarity paid no mind, continuing the spanking. Her yellow bottom was soon turning red beneath the light blows from Rarity’s hoof. Rarity slowly increased the force of the spanks while Fluttershy squirmed. Rarity let loose a barrage of spanks to the left side of Fluttershy’s bum. The pegasus squirmed and cried out, but then forced herself to stay still as the well-deserved spanks continued to rain down on her bottom. Rarity moved her hoof, beginning a barrage of firm smacks to the left side of Fluttershy’s rear.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Fluttershy cried out. Rarity stroked her mane, but continued peppering her bum with hard spanks.
She unleashed a barrage of quick, hard spanks while Fluttershy squirmed and kicked. Rarity swatted her twice on her the back of her legs, then moved back up to landing spanks on her rump. Finally, she decided it was enough and ended with three quick, light swats. Fluttershy cried and sobbed over her lap. Rarity caressed and stroked her well-spanked backside.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, it’s over now. It’s over now, Darling.” Rarity cooed, pulling Fluttershy into a hug. They laid on the bed and Fluttershy latched her arms around Rarity, laying her head into Rarity’s chest fur. Rarity rubbed circles on her back till the cries turned into sniffles then stopped altogether.
“Feel better now?” Rarity asked, cuddling the pegasus into her chest. Fluttershy burrowed into Rarity’s arms.
“I do.” Fluttershy said. She looked up and smiled, a true, genuine smile. “Thank you, Rarity. I feel better now.”
“And I do forgive you.”
“I know. But can we stay like this?”
“For as long as you need to.” Rarity answered as they snuggled into each other. Rarity summoned a hairbrush and ran it through Fluttershy’s mane. Fluttershy sighed in contentment as Rarity brushed her mane, gently getting the knots out. Until the late afternoon they stayed cuddled in one another’s arms, Fluttershy feeling happier than she had in a long time.
Rainbow Danger Miriam Dash was the fastest, coolest and all around most awesome Pegasus in all of Cloudsdale even if she was only six years old. According to her parents and relatives she was also the cutest. But Rainbow Dash refused to listen to such slander. She was not cute! She was awesome and cool! That's what she told anypony that would listen anyway. And one day, she was going to join the Wonderbolts. Well, she was actually going to figure out how to do the Filly Flash technique, perfect it, then she would try to get into the Wonderbolts. Despite her rather young age she was sure they would take her. After all, both of her parents were former Wonderbolts. They lived in a large house sculpted from clouds with two waterfalls of pure rainbow coming down the sides and flowing into a pool. Her dad, Rainbow Blaze, was a teacher and her mom, Firefly, stayed home with her. They had met when they were in the Wonderbolts and had been partners throughout their career. All throughout the house were glittering trophies that commemorated her parents' triumphs and victories. Most of the trophies were kept in a single room, but they had a lot of them and many were used to decorate the house.
Rainbow Dash had grown up surrounded by evidence of her parent's glory days as famous athletes. She had vowed that one day she too would be a great athlete. So, every single day she practiced. After eating her breakfast she'd go outside and do all the exercises her parents had taught her. After finishing up her crunches and push-ups she would do flight techniques. Her flying ended with her crashing hard into the clouds more times than she would like to admit, but she knew that she was getting better every time she practiced. Yesterday she had managed to do a barrel roll without crashing! Her parents had been so proud that they had let her have an extra chocolate chip cookie for dessert.
Today, she had been planning on practicing barrel rolls again. Unfortunately, it was raining. One would think that living in a city made of clouds would prevent one from having rainy days, but excess precipitation and moisture would occasionally build up and have to be released as a storm. This storm must have been building up for a long time. Howling winds rushed through the air, tearing at the clouds that built up the city. Hard rain pelted the buildings. Though the rain was absorbed into the clouds it was not a day that anypony was going to go out in. Dash knew very little about weather or precipitation. All she knew was that it was raining and her mother wasn't going to let her out to practice.
It had been raining since her mother had woken her up. She had groaned when she'd heard the drops of rain striking her windows. Her mother had told her that rain was important, that it helped the ground ponies grow their crops. Dash told her that she didn't particularly care about the ground ponies. To cheer her up her mother had made her pancakes. While Dash loved her mother's pancakes even those weren't enough to break her out of her funk. She just stabbed at the meal and moved them around in the syrup. The pancakes were good and she couldn't help but enjoy them. After breakfast Firefly had washed the dishes and made Dash dry them. While Dash would have normally zoomed outside to avoid the chore, it was at least something to do on this rainy Saturday. Dash groaned after staring out a window. It was still raining.
"Mama, can I please go outside?"
Firefly looked out the window. "You can, the question is should you?"
Dash bit her lip. She almost ran out the door, but the last time she'd played in the rain (against her mother explicitly forbidding it) she'd gotten a cold and hadn't been able to go to Wind Whistler's birthday party. Dash slumped to the ground.
"Nah."
"You have your dolls to play with."
"THEY'RE ACTION FIGURES!"
"Alright, alright. You have your action figures to play with."
Dash jumped up as an idea came to her. "Hey! Maybe I could practice in here!"
Firefly frowned. "You know the rule, Kiddo. No flying fast inside."
"Oh come on! I promise not to break anything!"
"No flying fast inside."
"But-"
"No flying fast inside, you could hurt yourself."
"No I-"
"What did Mama say?"
Dash groaned. She got the feeling she'd be doing that a lot today. "No flying fast inside."
"There's a good filly." Firefly said patting her head.
Dash mumbled something unkind and rushed up to her room. Even if she couldn't fly inside, she could at least play with her action figures. She had the full line of Wonderbolts dolls. She picked up one of her plushies and began to run around the room with it. Then she picked up a second one and began running with that one. Getting bored she launched into the air and began flying circles around her bed, holding both dolls. She was going at a slow speed, but began to pick up as she flew more and more. Feeling a little dizzy from flying around in circles she sat down on her bed. For several minutes she just moved the dolls around. Then, she set the dolls down and sank down into the bed. She was bored. The rain hadn't let up. In fact, it sounded like it was raining harder. At this point, she'd even be thankful for some chores to do.
'Maybe I'll look back at some of my old comic books.' She hopped from the bed, opened her closet and pulled out her comic book collection. She pulled out an issue of Supermare and flipped through it. For a while, she got absorbed in the fight between Supermare and the Brayniac. She finished the comic and picked up another issue of Supermare. After reading through the entire comic collection she was still bored. She wanted to spread her wings and fly. And she could as long as she did it slowly. No Filly Flashes or Sonic Struts in the house. She'd tried to explain to her mother that slow flying was boring, but her mother just wouldn't listen. She trotted from her bedroom and down to the living room. Her mother was in the kitchen. Surely, she wouldn't notice if Dash just did a barrel roll or two. Or five. Spreading her wings the filly launched into the air. She angled her wings and zoomed forward. Continuing to angle her wings she banked a hard right and then flew around the room. She flew towards the ceiling and then down towards the floor. Just before she crashed into the floor, she sharply shot up again and turned to the left. That's when something went wrong. Dash cried out as she realized she had gone too fast too quickly.
"Dashie! What's-"
Her mother called out as Dash flew head first towards a table. She flared her wings and turned at the last second, narrowly avoiding a crash. Her wing still brushed against a trophy sitting on the table causing it to hit the ground. Dash sprawled on the floor and half-a-second later was in her mother's forelegs.
"Dash? Dash, you okay?"
"I think so." Other fillies would cry after that. but not Rainbow Dash. She just sniffled a bit.
Firefly placed Dash in her lap and wrapped a wing around her. Then she lowered her mouth and began smoothing out the feather's on Dash's wing that had been knocked out of place. As Firefly preened her Dash felt herself growing relaxed. She knew she was in trouble, but couldn't bring herself to worry about it. After Firefly put the last feather back in place she placed Dash on the floor. Then she put the trophy back on the table.
"Dash, go to your room. I'll be up there to spank you in a minute." Firefly said.
Dash gulped. She had never been spanked before! Other fillies and colts got spanked, but it had never happened to her.
"Mama, I'm sorry."
"I know you are. Go to your room."
Dash hung her head and headed back to her room. When she got there she laid down on the bed and grabbed a plushie. She held it close. Her mother had never been so angry at her that she'd spanked her. Dash wondered how much it was going to hurt.
'That trophy must mean a lot to her. Well, if I had a trophy and some brat knocked it over I'd be mad too.'
She held the plushie closer as she heard approaching hoofsteps. Firefly opened the door, sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. Dash stayed where she was.
"Do you know why you're in trouble?" Firefly asked.
Dash nodded. "Because I knocked over your trophy."
A look of surprise washed over Firefly's face. "What? No, not at all! I wouldn't spank you for something like that!"
She picked Dash up and sat her in her lap. "I'm spanking you because you could have gotten hurt. What if you'd hit the table? At the speed you were going it'd have given you a concussion. I know you don't know what that is, but it means it'd hurt you very badly." Her voice softened. "If you'd gotten hurt, me and your father would have been very sad. You're more precious to us than any trophy. Do you understand?"
Dash felt an uncomfortable sensation in her stomach. She didn't like the idea of making her parents sad. In fact, she hated the idea more than the idea of being spanked.
"I just hope a sore rear end will help you remember to follow the rules next time." Firefly continued. "Are you ready? We could wait until tonight."
"No. I want to get it over with."
"Okay, my brave little Dashie."
She picked Dash up and laid her across her right knee so that her bum was sticking up, raised her hoof and internally debated how hard the first spank should be. It had to be enough to hurt and get the message across. She landed a firm spank to Dash's rump then lifted her hoof again and gave two more quick spanks, one on both sides of Dash's rear. Dash kicked her legs and yelped as the fourth and fifth spanks left an uncomfortable sting in her backside.
"Last one Dashie."
She landed a hard spank in the center of her sit spot. Dash yelped.
"Ow! I promise not to do it again Mama!"
"You'd better not." Firefly said, picking Dash up and wrapping her in the embrace of her wings. Dash nestled into the feathery comfort. Firefly held her for a long time, letting her know she was loved and forgiven. Dash kept her promise up until several years later on another rainy Saturday when she decided to do a sonic rainboom in her room and gotten taken over her mama's knee for the second time.
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.
Two zebras lived in the town of Ponyville. One was Zecora, a mystic and enchantress who was once feared and shunned. She was now a regular member of the community and often consulted when strange events occurred. The second was only half-zebra, the other half being unicorn. She was a shop keep who sold mane brushes and her name was Crimson Brush. While the exquisitely designed brushes she sold could be used for brushing one's mane they served another purpose. Crimson Brush believed in what might be termed old-fashioned discipline and that spanking could be used to lovingly guide children. Her own mother had used spanking on her as an act of love and caring discipline.
This morning she had opened up her shop at the normal time and was hard at work crafting a mane brush. Each mane brush was carved by hoof, with attention and care. She was lost in the act of creation , carving out a handle, when a customer walked into the shop.
"Good morning, Ma'am." Crimson said, looking up from her work and giving a friendly smile to the first customer of the day. It was a white-coated, pink-maned unicorn with a sun cutie mark. It was unusual to have a customer at this time of the morning, but not unwelcome. Crimson stared at the sun cutie mark. If she hadn't known any better she would have sworn the customer had the same cutie mark as Princess Celestia.
'Plenty of ponies share cutie marks, though.' Crimson thought to herself.
The customer returned the greeting and continued to browse. Then, she did something surprising. She levitated one of the brushes and slipped into one of the back rooms. Crimson raised an eyebrow when she heard a hard smack.
'Testing the merchandise?' Crimson wondered.
The unicorn walked out looking thoroughly unsatisfied. Despite Crimson having heard the unmistakable sound of wood meeting hide with a large amount of force, there was no tell-tale spank mark.
"Ma'am? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Celestia hesitated. "Do you have anything...um, I've never done anything like this before not in a long time anyway, but...I need to discipline my younger sister and do you have anything harder than this?"
Crimson's jaw almost dropped. There was a line between discipline and abuse! "Ma'am, that's solid oak wood! What did your sister do?"
"It'd be a bit difficult to explain. Suffice to say, it was something she shouldn't have done. Something that put her life and the safety of others at risk."
Crimson nodded. "I'm certain that you're angry and upset. But when disciplining a child one must do it in a spirit of calmness without anger. If you do it while angry you run the risk of going too far."
The customer's face softened. "I'm not angry with her, not really. I just want to make it clear to her that she can't do this sort of thing again. I love her so much and I nearly lost her before and...I can't lose her again."
"I'm certain the hairbrush will be sufficient." Crimson said. "You don't want to hurt your sister, only discipline her correct?"
"Yes, of course. As for the hairbrush, I tried it on myself. Me and my sister are of comparable strength and we're...we're not exactly normal. For one, we have quite a bit of endurance."
This raised Crimson Brush's suspicions even further. "Very well. Wait one moment."
She went into the back of the shop where there were spanking implements for adults who either enjoyed a particular style of love play or who felt they needed discipline in their lives. She picked up a three-inch thick wooden paddle. If that didn't leave a sting nothing would. Carrying it back into the shop she showed it to the customer. The customer looked it over.
"Could you try it on me?"
"If you feel that's necessary." Crimson answered. She stepped behind the customer, who placed her hooves on the counter and bent over. Crimson steadied the paddle in her hoof and brought it down hard on the customer's rump. The customer jumped, but nowhere near as much as Crimson expected.
"Ouch. Reminds me of my foalhood. Okay, I think that'll do it." She said turning to face Crimson. "How much?"
"One thing. This is not really designed to be used on foals. How old is your sister?"
The customer chewed her lip. "For one of our race, she is in late adolescence approaching adulthood, but still in need of guidance at times."
"For one of your race?" Crimson asked, hoofing the paddle to whom she was becoming convinced was no ordinary pony.
The customer sighed. "I suspect you know who I am."
"I suspect that I do, but it is not my concern." Crimson responded, relieved now that her her suspicions were confirmed. "I am glad to be of service."
"One more thing. This had better not be front page news tomorrow."
"Princess, above all things, I believe in discretion."
Princess Celestia smiled and paid for the paddle. Then she walked out of the store.
'Well now.' Crimson thought, returning to her work. 'I suppose even princesses can be naughty at times.'
... Celestia dropped the disguise and trotted to the chariot parked outside Ponyville. On the way back to the castle she thought of how she was going to tell Luna. It was Twilight who had told Celestia about Crimson Brush and how a sound spanking at her hoof (or belt rather) had helped her to relieve her of her guilt over the Smarty Pants incident. Luna, as the incident with the Tantabus had shown, still had a lot of guilt. Perhaps, this would help relieve her of that guilt.
Still, she was not angry with Luna. If she was she wouldn't consider doing this. She genuinely wanted to help her. She also wanted to assure Luna of that. Celestia sighed as the chariot settled upon the castle grounds. After putting the paddle in her room, Celestia went in search of her sister, whom she found pouring over court documents in her study.
"Hail and welcome, Sister." Luna said, looking up from her paperwork. Between them, Luna kept some of her anachronistic speech patterns. Celestia found it endearing. "I was nearly done here." She signed her name to a bill Celestia and Parliament had approved of (then it was off to Cadence and Twilight for final approval.) "Is there something you wished to speak to me about?"
"Yes. We need to talk." Celestia said with bone chilling seriousness.
Luna stood. "About, Sister?"
"About the Tantabus."
Luna's eyes cut to the left and she shuffled her left hoof, both tells left over from foalhood whenever she lied. "I thought that matter was laid to rest. You made me write a friendship letter and everything."
"I though that too, Luna. You're going to hate me for this, but I had to do it. I installed black magic detectors in your room. Do you know what they detected?"
Luna's face crumpled before she recovered herself. "You had no right-"
"I have every right as an elder sister to make sure my younger sister isn't doing the magical equivalent of killing herself!" Celestia roared, losing her composure. Luna shrunk back, her face filled with fear.
"Oh, Gods, Luna, I'm so sorry." Celestia reached out and touched a hoof to her shoulder. "You've created a second tantibus. Why would you do that?"
Luna sniffled. "Because I'm still dangerous. I put everypony at risk with the first one. I...I just felt so guilty. I didn't even MEAN to create this tantibus. It just sort of...happened a week ago." Her eyes filled with tears. "I haven't changed, Sister. At heart, I'm still Nightmare Moon. Controlled by dark emotions."
Celestia embraced her. "You are NOT Nightmare Moon."
Luna shook her head and her tears soaked Celestia's fur. "But I am. I always was! I still feel guilty, so guilty."
"This isn't healthy."
"You think I don't know that?"
"Why do you feel so guilty? You spent one-thousand years in exile."
"And clearly that wasn't enough!" Luna broke away and wiped at her eyes. "What hurts me most is how much I hurt you. Every time I go to sleep the first thing I see is your face when you banished me. How hurt you looked."
"I forgave you, but clearly that's not enough. If you feel guilty about hurting me if I was the one to administer a punishment to you would that help?"
"I...I don't know. Maybe. What do you suggest? The stocks perhaps?"
"No, nothing public. That would reflect poorly on your royal dignity. Besides, it needs to be between us. I've decided on a spanking."
Luna instinctively drew her tail closer to her rump. "A spanking? That's a bit childish, don't you think?"
"Perhaps, but I've already made the decision. Luna, all I want to do is move on from this. I don't want you to feel guilty anymore. Maybe this will help you get rid of your guilt. I don't know if it will, but I'm willing to give it a try."
Luna nodded. "I understand, Sister."
"If you need time to prepare, you can wait in your chambers."
"Very well."
Luna made to walk out of the room, then she paused and hugged her sister's neck. "Thank you." She whispered then left.
... Luna sat on the cool, soft, silken sheets of her bed. After reflecting on it, she realized her sister was right. Despite what she had told Twilight Sparkle, she hadn't truly forgiven herself. Her guilt had lessened enough for her to reign in the Tantabus, but it was still there. One-thousand years of regret, shame and guilt did not vanish overnight. It swirled in her heart, but could be ignored during the day. At night, it lashed her emotions into a tumult. The nightmares had returned a week after the Tantabus had been supposedly dealt with.
She hadn't intended to create a second one, but some part of her had. The same part that held onto all the guilt. Maybe a good, hard spanking would finally allow her to let all this guilt go. And her sister, her loving sister, was the one she had hurt the most with her foolishness. So, it made sense that her sister administer the punishment.
Her reflections were broken when her sister walked into the room.
"Are you ready?" She asked. She was holding a heavy paddle in her hoof. Luna gulped at seeing the paddle. This was bringing back several foalhood memories. "If you're not we can wait."
"No. I want to get this over with." Luna said.
"Very well. Come over here." Celestia said. She sat down on a chair like a judge about to pass sentence. Luna would never admit it, but there had always been a part of her that was in awe of her sister. It wasn't fear, not exactly. She knew that her sister would never harm her. She also knew her sister was strong enough to protect her and loved her enough to do so. And that included protecting her from herself.
So, she made her way over to Celestia and bent across her lap. Celestia laid a foreleg on her shoulder. It almost felt like a hug. Luna held onto that warm thought as the paddle came down across her rear end. Luna yelped. The next smack was just as hard, falling on a different side of her bottom. Now that the spanking had begun in earnest, Celestia began to pepper her bottom with spanks.
Luna tried to maintain her stoic dignity as the swats kept falling like thunder on her backside. Each spank built up an unpleasant warmth in her behind. She tried not to squirm as Celestia alternated the swats. She never let a swat fall in the same place twice. Celestia had an experienced hoof. Each spank stung, but never hurt enough to cause actual injury. Luna squirmed as the spanks gradually increased. The warmth in her behind built up more and more.
Luna cried out as a particularly hard swat fell on her right side of her bottom. Celestia continued the spanking, raining down a flurry of swats onto the right side of Luna's bottom which was beginning to take on a pinkish tone. Suddenly, she switched to the left side of her bottom, raining down another flurry of spanks. Now, Luna did begin to squirm. Celestia paid no mind to it, only increasing her hold on Luna and continuing to bring down the paddle.
Luna tried to hold back her tears as the uncomfortable heat in her behind built up with each spank. The tears slowly rolled down her cheeks as she recalled exactly why she was in this position. All the dark emotions-anger and jealousy and lately guilt-that had driven her to increasingly reckless behaviors. The way she had hurt her sister and so many others that truly cared about her.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Sister!" Luna cried out as the paddle struck the exact center of her bottom.
"I know you are." Celestia told her, continuing to smack Luna's sit spot.
Luna tried not to squirm as the spanks continued to come down, striking the center of her backside again and again. She failed and began to squirm in discomfort as the uncomfortable heat she'd been feeling was now beginning to feel like a raging inferno.
The spanks kept coming, now falling again on the right side of her rump. Luna gave up trying not to squirm and started squirming as each spank made her jump.
"Please no more!" Luna cried out. Her bottom had taken on a dark pinkish shade.
"Only a few more, Luna. I promise. Try to hold on a little longer."
Luna whimpered as Celestia raised the paddle for the last few smacks. She brought down the paddle hard across the younger princess's bottom two more times. Then she set the paddle aside. Luna sobbed and whimpered over Celestia's lap and Celestia wasn't entirely sure it was from pain. She began to rub and caress Luna's reddened behind then pulled her up into an embrace. Luna wrapped her forelegs around her neck and nuzzled into her coat. Celestia cuddled her close to her chest.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"I-I think I will be." Luna answered, snuggling deeper into Celestia. Celestia wrapped her up in her wings and nuzzled her.
"Everything's going to be okay, Luna. You're going to be just fine."
Luna smiled through her tears. Her sister gave the best hugs in the world. Nestled in her wings she felt content and safe, like nothing could ever harm her. Her bottom still felt like it was on fire, but that feeling was nothing compared to the love she felt when she was wrapped up like this. She realized she hadn't felt this close to her sister since her return.
Celestia nuzzled her again. "Are you getting hungry?"
"Um-hmm." Luna said.
"Do you want to go to the dining hall?"
"Can we stay like this for just a little while?"
"For as long as you need to. By the way, I forgive you for everything and I love you."
Luna smiled and rested her head on Celestia's shoulder.
"I love you to."
... They continued to snuggle for another half-hour before making a trip to the dining hall and taking a walk together in the garden. That night when Luna went to bed, she fell asleep instantly. In her dreams she was in a peaceful meadow. The grasses stretched out endlessly and felt cool and refreshing against her hooves. She felt she was a filly again and a filly version of her sister was there, inviting her to play. They frolicked and happily chased one another through the grass lands, jumping in a river and splashing each other like they had when they were foals.
She felt no guilt, no regret, no shame nor sadness. She felt no anger or jealousy. All that laid in a past she could only dimly remember. All she felt now was a sense of peace and joy as she and her sister pranced through the tall grasses.
It was going to be a long road before she was completely healed from the scars of her past, but with her sister by her side she would one day reach it.
