Chapter 1: Paid in Full.
Chapter 1: Paid in full.
It was a nice sunny day in early fall, but for Sunset Shimmer it may as well have been the middle of the frozen winter with the way she felt. She tried to blend into the background as much as humanly possible as she quietly made her way from her locker to her next class.
It had been just under two weeks since the fall formal, and the night she had lost everything. Her status and power, as well as the respect, and fear, of the other students. Now she was just a pariah; an outcast that nobody wanted around. Sure, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity and Rainbow Dash tried to include her in their activities and general social circle; like they promised Princess Twilight they would. But they were the only ones. And the time she spent with them was rife with awkward silences, except when she was with Pinkie. That girl never stayed quiet for more than a few seconds.
The rest of the school either shunned her or outright ridiculed her. Wherever she went she was followed by angry glares, looks of mistrust, or open displays of loathing.
Sunset couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it though. Not after the two and a half years of crap she put them all through, only to top it off by turning them all into mindless zombie slaves. But knowing why didn’t make it hurt any less, nor did it make her feel less alone.
Truth be told, she’d felt alone ever since she left Equestria. But until now she had been able to bury those feelings beneath her schemes, her anger and her ambitions. Without those she was like an exposed nerve; all raw, vulnerable and sensitive.
As the final bell of the day rang, she was eager to get out of class and make her way home. Luckily she didn’t have detention today. Aside from having to help rebuild the damage to the school she was to serve detention three times a week for the next two months. Somehow that just seemed insignificant in the greater scope of things.
She quickly went to her locker, grabbed her helmet and all but ran outside to the parking lot. She was in such a rush she didn't pay attention as she rounded the corner of the school, and ran smack dab into someone, sending the both of them sprawling.
“Sorry, sorry.” she mumbled as she scraped herself up off the floor, only to come face to face with Trixie.
“O-oh… hey, Trixie.”
“The heck is your problem, Shimmer?” Trixie all but snarled as she climbed to her feet.
“I’m sorry, it was an accident.”
Trixie scoffed, “Yeah, I’m sure it was. Just get the heck out of Trixie’s way.”
“I said I was sorry.” she said with a scowl.
“Yeah? Well newsflash for you, Sunset. Sorry isn’t good enough.”
“It was just an accident.” She said, her temper starting to rise.
“Sure, just like bullying Fluttershy was an ‘accident’. Or blackmailing students. Or that time you sabotaged my grand performance for the talent week. All just accidents, right? Just piss off, Sunset, nobody wants you here. If you really want to do us all a favor, go away and never return.” She sneered, poking Sunset in the chest before spinning round and marching away.
Sunset stared at Trixie’s back for a moment; the snappy retort she’d wanted to throw at her died in her throat. She feared Trixie was right, nobody wanted her around. Even if Twilight’s friends tried to include her, she secretly suspected they really didn’t want her around either.
With a sigh she put on her helmet, climbed on top of her trusty V Star 250, revved the engine and pulled out onto the road. She hated how the helmet smushed her hair, but she wouldn’t risk her safety by not wearing one over something that trivial.
Riding always made her feel better. At least it usually did. The rumble of the engine beneath her, the wind in her face; it gave her a rush that let her forget her worries, if only for a moment. She suspected this was how pegasi felt when they zoomed through the air back home.
Home….
Lately her favorite past time had been less and less effective at clearing her head. But she pushed on. With no real destination in mind, she took a random turn and opened the throttle a little more. Cruising along in the early evening light. It may have been autumn, but the weather was still nice and warm. The last remnants of the summer still lingered, but it wouldn’t last for much longer, she knew. Soon the weather would turn chilly, then really cold. The first leaves were already falling in preparation for winter.
Her route had taken her to the old industrial section of town. Many an abandoned factory or warehouse littered this side of the city. There had been some plans for rezoning, bud budget cuts had put those plans on ice, and the buildings were left to slowly rot and crumble to dust. The bleak and mostly grey surroundings seemed to match her mood perfectly.
Suddenly the engine on her bike began to stutter, and a grinding noise reached her ears. She began to lose speed rapidly.
“No, nononono, fuck!” She groaned as she rolled to a complete stop.
“Come on, don’t do this to me now, not now!” She begged her ride as she tried the starter repeatedly. Try as she might, her bike refused to start again.
“Great! Just fucking great; exactly what I needed today!”
With a yell she tore off her helmet and threw it into the dirt beside the road. So deep was her frustration, she barely heard the rumble of another motorcycle pulling up.
“Having trouble there, miss?” the rider asked. His voice was guttural and deep, like sandpaper.
Sunset looked up, and she instantly liked what she saw.
He was tall and well built with thick arms that were left bare by the leather vest he wore, and she liked his deep bronzed tan with a hint of red. He had a little bit of a gut, but she suspected it was more muscle than fat, judging by the rest of him.
He had a chiseled face and rocked an epic white beard that hid most of his jaw and throat, but no mustache. His hair was a spiky mullet of the same color, and she liked how rugged it made him look.
Biting back the angry retort that had been on her lips she let out a sigh instead before answering, “I dunno what’s wrong. She just.. gave out on me.”
“Mind if I take a look?” the stranger asked.
She shrugged. “Sure, I’m not having much luck.”
As he stepped off his bike, she noticed the logo on the back of his vest. ‘Goats of Tartarus’ it said in bold embroidered letters above the image of a flaming goat’s skull.
“Name’s Tirek by the way.” He said, offering his hand, which she shook.
“Sunset Shimmer.”
Tirek looked the bike over. Trying to start her electrically first. When that produced no results he tried the kick starter. On the fifth try the engine rumbled, wheezed, and then died with a cough.
“Well, Sunset, you have a problem. When’s the last time you serviced this girl?”
“I dunno, It’s been a while. I bought her cheap from some guy, he said he just had her done, so I paid it no mind.”
Tirek reached inside his vest, fished out a cell phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Will, yeah its me. Listen, can you bring the truck to my location….. yeah we got a dead hoss here. Thanks man, we’re just off the overpass behind the old Berry Brewery plant.
“What are you doing?” Sunset asked, mildly perplexed.
“Helping you, what does it look like?” He said, giving her just the barest hint of a smirk.
“I get that, but why?”
He said nothing for a moment, seeming to think it over before turning to her with a grin, “Chalk it up as my good deed for this month.”
Sunset gave a snort of amusement but said nothing more. They waited in companionable silence until a small flatbed truck pulled up about fifteen minutes later.
The guy who jumped out was tall as a tree. He was dressed in deep blue dungarees, almost knee high biker boots, and no shirt. He had a square jaw, thick brows, and had a large septum piercing in the form of a golden ring. His features reminded her of a bull.
“Sunset Shimmer, meet Iron Will. Iron Will, Sunset Shimmer.” Tirek introduced them.
“Just call me Will.” he said as he shook her hand, pumping her arm vigorously.
“Sunset, and that’s one heck of a grip you got there, Will” she replied as she shook her hand once he released it. He had a grip like solid granite.
“That’s because Iron Will is a pro wrestler.” he said whilst striking a pose.
“Really? To be honest, I’ve never heard of you before.”
“Well... that is to say, Iron Will will be a pro wrestler, as soon as Iron Will’s agent gets him an actual match.” He said with a hint of embarrassment. “Now then, where’s the patient?”
“Right here.” Said Tirek, gesturing to Sunset’s bike.
“Lets get her loaded up.” Said Will as he produced some clamping straps and tighteners from the truck.
“Uhm, where exactly are we going?” Sunset asked, starting to question the wisdom of going with two strangers.
“Our garage and clubhouse aren’t far from here. We can take your bike there and hopefully fix her up. If not, you can call someone to pick you up, or a cab if that’s your preference.” Said Tirek.
“Alright.” Sunset said with only a hint of hesitation.
Between the two of them, Tirek and Iron Will had her bike up and secured on the back of the truck in no time.
“Alright, let's get out of here.” Tirek said as he kicked the starter of his bike. The engine roared to life with a satisfying deep rumble.
“You can ride in the truck with Will.” He told her.
With a nod, Sunset climbed into the passenger's seat. The ride to the garage took little time. Soon they pulled up to a medium sized, two storey building. The ground floor had two large roll-up garage doors. The building had its own small parking lot, surrounded by a chain-link fence. A trio of motorcycles were currently parked out front.
The building itself had clearly seen better days. The plaster on the outer walls was broken and cracked in places, revealing the brickwork underneath. The interior however, what she could see of it through the open doors, was well cared for.
“Alright, we’re here.” Said Will.
“Nice.. place.” Sunset replied as she hopped out of the cabin.
“It may look ugly as sin from the outside, but it’s ours.” Said Tirek as he hopped off his bike, “Now let’s get your ride off the truck and see what ails the poor thing.”
"Picking up strays again, Tirek?" Said a voice from behind them as they carefully pulled the bike down off the truck.
Sunset turned to find a tall woman with olive skin leaning against one of the door frames. Her hair was like a mixture between a faux hawk and a pixie cut. She had dyed it a deep rose color with streaks of magenta. She had a long, thin scar over her right eye that made Sunset wonder how she got it, but she thought better than to ask when the woman stared back with hard, opal colored eyes. There was an intensity there that made her swallow nervously.
“Don’t let Tempest intimidate you, she’s not as mean as she looks.” Said Tirek.
“She your girlfriend?” Sunset asked, to which Tirek let out a barking laugh.
“He’d wish.” Tempest said with a grin, her voice sounding both sultry and dangerous at the same time.
“Hey, Tempest, is Caramel still around?” Will shouted.
“He left like five minutes ago, said something about a date.” She said as she sauntered past them towards one of the parked motorcycles; A dark purple Honda Shadow Phantom. “You lot stay out of trouble, I’m out of here too.”
As she moved past her, Sunset noticed there was something slightly off about the way Tempest walked, but thought better than to mention it. Instead she turned back around and started pushing her bike into the shop. As she moved her bike through the doors, Tempest pulled out of the lot, and vanished down the road. The rumble of her ride’s engine fading into the distance.
“She seems… nice.” She said neutrally.
“Don’t let that tough exterior fool you. On the inside she’s a very sweet person.” Said Iron Will. “Oh sure she’ll kick your ass at the drop of a hat, but that’s just her way of showing she cares.”
“Is.. that how she ended up with that scar?”
“If you wanna know the scar story, you will have to ask her, it’s not Iron Will’s place to tell.” he replied as they rolled her bike onto a lift table.
The inside of the workshop was moderately clean. There was a distinct smell to the place. An odd mixture of petrol, tire rubber, brake fluid and old oil mixed in with the smells of cleaner, dusty brickwork and a hint of ozone. The back wall was dominated by a large banner displaying the flaming skull logo of the Goats of Tartarus.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Said Tirek as he caught her staring at it. “You’re thinking: Are these guys a biker gang? Are they maybe involved in something shady? Why else would they have a rundown clubhouse in the middle of an abandoned industrial area. Am I close?”
“I wasn’t, really.” Sunset said hurriedly, but Tirek just smiled.
“Relax, I get it, I really do. The scary logo, the intimidating apparel. The place that looks like it will fall apart, and smells half as nice as a dump. But let me be straight with you, just so there's no misconceptions. We are a legitimate motorcycle club, we are not a gang. We have but few rules. We don’t cause trouble unless it comes looking for us. And we don’t involve ourselves in illegal activity. That isn’t to say that everyone here has a spotless past, but that is all it is, the past. In this place, we don’t care who you are or what you did, as long as you’re trying to be better, stick to the rules and don’t get in trouble with the law. All we want is to work on our bikes and ride them, alone or together, and have a good time while doing so.”
“I wasn’t judging.” She replied, but it sounded hollow, even to her.
“Of course you were. But that’s perfectly fine, it’s to be expected since motorcycle clubs get a bad rep in the news, and why I set the record straight. So there will be no misunderstandings down the road.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Now lets see about fixing your little hoss.”
They brought out the tools and started taking apart her engine. Sunset knew little about the mechanics of motorcycles, or combustion engines in general. Equestria only had steam engines, and they were used primarily for trains and the largest airships.
“Here, you clean these.” Iron Will said as he handed her a cleaning rag and the spark plugs from her bike.
While she got to work cleaning those, Tirek and Iron Will took care of the rest of her bike. Eventually Iron Will had to excuse himself, he too had a prior engagement that couldn’t wait. So it was left to Tirek to finish the repairs. As he worked on putting the engine back together, Sunset hovered nearby, observing and handing him whatever tools he asked for.
“Alright, now just pass me that screwdriver, no the Phillips head.” he said, and she passed it on swiftly. “Now you make sure this engine is properly maintained from now on, one faulty bit can cause the whole thing to grind to a halt.”
“Much like my life apparently.” she mumbled.
“What was that now?”
“Nothing, forget I said anything.” She replied as she stared out into the dark with a frown. The sun had just Sunk below the horizon, and what few rays remained were barely enough to outline the buildings outside.
“Hmmm, you're much too pretty to be looking so glum.”
“Is that your professional opinion?” She asked a bit hotly.
“Just saying you should try and smile more, if you keep frowning like that, you’ll ruin your good looks, sweetheart.” he answered casually
“Yeah well, keep that nonsense to yourself. My looks have nothing to do with how I should be allowed to feel. And don’t call me sweetheart.”
“Meow, did I hit a sore spot? No need to get all catty about me calling you sweetheart, miss Shimmer.”
Sunset wanted to be mad for that sexist remark, but she found herself fighting a grin. There was just something about him.
“You realise you’re being a sexist pig right.”
“True, but I know when to knock it off. My momma didn’t raise no fool.”
“Just a pig.” she smirked good naturedly, and they shared a laugh.
“It’s getting a bit late, maybe you should call someone, let them know where you are.” Tirek said.
“I don’t really have anyone to call.”
“What about your folks?”
“They... are overseas, for work.” she lied.
“Okay, so… maybe your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Really? A nice girl like you?”
“Not that nice.” Sunset mumbled, yet in the silence of the garage he heard her perfectly.
“You seem nice enough.” He said casually.
“You wouldn’t say that if you really knew me. Knew the things I did.” She said, looking away.
He briefly looked up from his work. “Try me.”
She let out a sigh. “Where do I even begin.”
“At the start would be good. Number thirteen wrench please.” He said, holding out his hand.
The start. Where did it all begin? Her descent into darkness. Was it with the mirror? No, it had started before all that, she reflected as she handed him the wrench.
“I guess it all started with my desire for perfection.” she began quietly.
“I was selected to attend the very best school back where I used to live. I pushed myself to be top of my class. I excelled in,” magic, “everything my mentor asked of me. She said I had great potential. She took me under her wing,” literally, “and I reveled in the extra attention. I wanted to prove to her I was her best.”
She sighed.
“I guess that’s when my desire for perfection became a lust for power instead. Being my mentors top pupil had its perks. It opened all kinds of doors for me, and soon I didn’t care anymore who I trampled over to make it to the top.”
“I became conceited and cruel, snapping at my peers as if they were beneath me. I had everything, but always wanted more.” I wanted to become an Alicorn, “My mentor told me I wasn’t ready for more. She wanted me to slow down, to take my time and make some new friends. But I didn’t listen. I threw her advice aside, thinking I knew better. I was enraged that she denied me what I believed was rightfully mine. And when she finally confronted me I spat in her face, uhm, not literally mind you.”
She took a moment to collect her thoughts.
“After our confrontation, she sent me away, ‘for my own good’ she said. I hated her. I hated her so much I ran away from everything I knew. To plot my revenge.”
“Revenge?“ He said with a questioning look.
“I was really spiteful back then. I wanted to hurt her. To prove her wrong, still believing I knew better. I came here to Canterlot City to work out my plans to get back at her. But first I needed to establish a… a powerbase for myself. So I lied, manipulated and blackmailed my way back to the social top. I even stole a priceless object that I believed would be the key to my success, but proved to be my downfall instead.”
“I was all set to put my plans into motion, and then I was confronted by a small group of friends, together with my former mentors new pupil. They showed me the error of my ways. They made me see the darkness... the monster I had become, and then pulled me back into the light. They even went so far as to forgive me without question, and be my friends.”
“So it turned out alright in the end.” He said with a grunt as he tightened the last bolt, then wiped his hands on a piece of cloth.
“But it’s not alright.” she said pulling her arms tighter around herself.
“I can hear people whisper behind my back. ‘There goes that bitch, Sunset.’ They all think I just got away with it, that I haven’t changed at all, and they are just waiting for me to step out of line again to prove them right.”
“And is that what you’re planning?”
“NO! No, I…. I just want to start over with a clean slate.”
“What’s stopping you from doing just that?” He asked as he put the tools away.
“Because…. my slate isn’t clean.”
“Sounds to me like you’re struggling with guilt.”
“I guess I am.” she said with a shuddering breath. She felt cold, despite the warm evening air. “I don’t even know how to start making amends with everyone. My head is all garbled noise, I can’t think, and I feel... tainted.”
“Maybe it's penance that you seek. It’s clear that you’re really bothered by the situation.” He said as he sat down opposite from her. “Would it be fair to say you feel like you have not been suitably punished for your infractions?”
Sunset stared at the floor, suddenly feeling rather self conscious. “Yes.” she whispered.
“Why?”
‘Why? Whaddya mean why?’ She thought to herself.
“Because I was awful! I’ve done so many things I now deeply regret, and I worry that I’m beyond help. That I’m... beyond forgiveness. Part of me knows that’s not true, but for some reason I just can’t bring myself to accept that.”
“You said they already forgave you, at least some of them. So what’s the problem.”
“That is the problem.” she all but shouted. “Yes they forgave me, but mostly because they were asked to. And that’s what makes it worse! I don’t feel like I deserve it. I haven’t earned it.” she finished with a sigh.
“All my life I had to work hard to get what I wanted. I had to earn everything that I had and have. To simply be handed something, just like that; my mind can't seem to cope with the idea. It makes me feel like… like a fraud.”
He could see how much this was eating away at her. He rubbed a hand over his face. ’this will either turn out really well, or I’m about to be punched in the face.’ he thought as he sat up straight. He wouldn’t normally do things this way, but something about her made him risk it.
“Sunset,” She looked up at the serious tone of his voice, “Do you want to be punished?”
“I…”
She was silent for the longest time. It was such a simple question, but the ramifications of her answer…
He just sat there, silently, patiently. Waiting for her to speak. She couldn’t look him in the eye. She was so torn on the inside, where the strangest battle took place between her head and her heart. Between cold hard logic, and unreasoning emotion. Finally, her mouth moved.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asked, unable to hear her first answer.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her breath came out in a shuddering whisper.
“....No, yes… I don’t know.” she said hesitantly. “I mean.. I don’t exactly want to but…. “ she bit her lip, “I don’t know what to think. When I look at myself, all I feel is self loathing. I never used to feel guilty about what I did before. But ever since the fall formal… all I feel is guilt, like an anvil that’s resting on my chest, like it’s going to crush me at any moment. And maybe….. maybe I deserve to be crushed.”
She swallowed, her mouth feeling dry.
“Maybe I should just let it crush me and get it over with.” Her voice sounded tiny.
Tirek stood.
“Come with me.” he said, then walked out the door in the back.
She followed after a moment's hesitation. Coming to a flight of stairs, they ascended to the first floor. There was a long hallway with several doors, one of which led into a sort of lounge area or breakroom. There were a pair of old leather couches that had seen better days. A small kitchen area with a table and mismatched couple of chairs. A small fridge with a microwave set on top and not much else. The walls were covered in a rough layer of plaster. As sunset followed him in, he closed the door behind her before turning to face her.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He said in a calm and authoritative voice, “You, Sunset, are going to stand in that corner over there and think about the things you’ve done wrong. Once I feel like you’ve had enough time to think, you’re going to get a good old fashioned spanking until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson. You’re not going to like it, and yes it’s going to hurt quite a bit, but you will be safe. Nothing untoward is going to happen, and believe it or not, but you will feel better afterwards.”
Sunset blanched. She’d done a lot of reading and research during her first few months on earth, and she knew perfectly well what a spanking was, and how it was usually... administered. Her cheeks flushed and she opened her mouth to protest.
“You must be crazy if you think I…”
“Sunset Shimmer!” Tirek cut her off with a growl, “By your own admission you both deserve and desire punishment, correct?”
“Y-yes b-but..”
“But nothing. Tonight I intend to give you what you need, for your own good. And until this is over you will address me as Sir. Do you understand?”
She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t find the willpower. Something in his voice made her weak in the knees, made her want to obey. She swallowed hard. Her insides felt like jello. “Yes.” she finally managed to say.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. If you understand, then get your nose in that corner.”
Sunset shuffled over to the corner, feeling like a prisoner about to face execution.
“Nose all the way in the corner and hands behind your back.” he told her sternly, and her body moved to obey as if on autopilot.
She stared at the plaster covered walls, her nose so close to them it made her go cross-eyed. Her stomach was doing flip flops and her heart felt like it was assaulting her ribs and sternum with a sledgehammer. Perhaps most disturbing of all was the tingling sensation between her legs. Like someone had shoved a handful of electric butterflies into her pants.
Why was she doing this? Why didn’t she just walk away. Part of her mind was screaming for her to get out, yet something made her stay.
She felt like she was in that corner for hours, but in reality it was only for about fifteen minutes. She nervously shifted from foot to foot, trying to breathe calmly.
“Are you thinking about what you did wrong, miss Shimmer?”
She almost jumped out of her skin. She had been so lost in thought she’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Y-yes Sir.” She finally managed.
“Come over here.”
She slowly turned around. He was sitting on one of the armless chairs next to the table. He motioned her over to his right side, and she slowly shuffled forward. Her legs refusing to take more than the smallest of steps. She didn’t dare look him in the eye.
The moment she was close enough, Tirek grabbed her carefully but firmly by the wrist, and guided her across his lap.
“Please, Sir. I’ve never… never...”
“Never been spanked before Miss Shimmer?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.” Ponies didn’t spank their foals after all. Hooves weren’t made for such activity.
“Then this will be quite the novel experience for you.”
The first smack landing on her jean clad bottom took her completely off guard, making her yelp in surprise rather than pain. It stung and left her cheek feeling tingly, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. But as she soon learned, that was just the beginning.
She couldn’t decide what was more humiliating. Having her bum smacked by him, or her defeat at the fall formal in front of the entire school. At least this time there was nobody around to witness her humiliation. Her stomach lurched at the thought of any of them ever finding out about this, and her face heated up in shame.
Tirek started off slow. Taking his time between each smack to let the initial pain fade, and the first tingles of heat start to build. By her own admission she had a lot to atone for, so he would take his time and made sure she got exactly what she needed.
The only sounds in the room for a while were the loud SMACK’s of open palm meeting bouncy bottom, and the sounds of her reaction to each one of those impacts.
Slow and steady they rained down on her posterior. Each one bringing with it a stinging impact, followed by a warmth that was starting to build into small flames. With every smack she sucked in a breath, biting through the pain. She wished he would hurry up and get it over with. But he kept up that agonisingly slow pace. Building the flames into a real fire. And as the heat began to spread further, she started to pant lightly.
She thought it was over when Tirek suddenly stopped and rumbled, “Get up.”
She hurried to comply, but when she tried to step away he stopped her, and instead started unbuttoning her jeans.
“What are you doing?” Sunset asked in surprise. Her voice refusing to go above a whisper.
“Getting you ready for the rest of your punishment.” He grunted as he tugged her jeans down her legs.
‘The rest of my punishment?’ she thought in growing panic as she was pulled back over his legs, ‘how much more is there?’
Her spanking resumed, and without the additional protection of her jeans, she felt each smack that much more clearly. The heat in her bottom soon blazed into a bonfire. Her bottom wasn’t the only thing burning though. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She was fighting to keep them back, but it was a lost cause. She felt utterly humiliated right now. Lying over his lap with her butt in the air, protected only by the thin fabric of her panties.
“Everything you’ve ever done wrong since you were a little girl, every bad thing, every lie you ever told, no matter how small, you’re paying for tonight.” Tirek said in a calm stern voice.
‘Everything?!’ she thought. Her mind flashed with images. Every time she lost her temper at someone. Every insult she ever threw, all the ponies she’d run roughshod over in her desire to be made an alicorn. When her thoughts turned to her final confrontation with Celestia, and the harsh words they had exchanged, she lost her composure. The regret she felt, the crushing guilt, combined with the stinging, hot pain in her bottom made the first tears fall, and a quiet sob escaped her throat.
’Dammit, don’t cry. I don’t want him to see me cry.’ She angrily thought.
The spanking resumed, faster than before. And though it felt a lot worse without the jeans, Tirek wasn’t spanking her any harder than he’d done previously. And yet most shockingly, in spite of the pain and humiliation, she felt herself getting wet. It made her feel even more ashamed and confused. This was supposed to be a punishment. How could her body possibly find this sort of treatment arousing?
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt his fingers starting to pull down her panties, her right hand instantly shot back to try and grab them, but Tireks other hand intercepted hers. Pulling her arm into the small of her back.
“Hands off, Miss Shimmer.” He growled. His voice was like a bolt of electricity that shot from her ears down her spine, directly to her crotch.
“Please, Sir.” she begged with a shaky breath, “Don’t take down my panties.”
Sunset wasn’t body shy like most humans. What with her originally being a pony and all, and used to going about in the buff. But something about this situation made the loss of that final layer of flimsy protection embarrassing in the extreme. Worse than if some random pony came up to her and asked her to lift her tail so he could give her a good sniff. The fact that she knew her panties were damp didn’t help the matter either.
Unfortunately for her, Tirek ignored her pleas and her panties joined her jeans somewhere around her ankles, much to her distress. The whine that escaped her throat sounding a lot like a childish ‘Nooo.’
As he slid them down, he noticed they were more than just a little damp, which did not surprise him, and he gave no indication he’d noticed anything out of the ordinary.
With her bottom now completely unobstructed, he resumed her punishment. The next couple of smacks landing on her bare flesh with a meaty twack that echoed through the room.
‘My but she does have quite the attractive rear. Nice and firm with just the right bit of bounce to it.’ He thought to himself.
Sunset grit her teeth. This was so, SO much worse. Her ass had already been on fire. Now she felt like he was taking a branding iron to her rump. How could his bare hand possibly hurt that much?
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” she whimpered at first, but those whimpers soon turned into full on shouts.
“I-I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for, Miss Shimmer?” Tirek asked without letting up. His meaty palm delivering smack after smack to her bouncy bottom, which had really started to gain some color now.
“E-everything,” she sobbed, “I’m OW, sorry for everything.”
“Be specific Miss Shimmer.”
“Owww, yes sir! I’m s-sorry for being, OW, being such a b-bitch, a-and for giving everyone a hard time, OW. Please, please stop.”
“Not until you’re done. What else are you sorry for?” He said as he gave her a particularly hard smack to the sit spots.
“Aiie, I’m sorry for b-being such a spoiled brat. A-and thinking myself b-better, OUCH, better than everypo..uhm, everyone e-else. OWW!”
“And you’re not going to go back to your old ways, are you?” He said, followed by another hard smack across her cheeks. It wasn’t a question.
“No sir. NO SIR! Please, please stop, please, Sir!”
“Not yet.” he said dispassionately. Much to sunsets dismay.
She yelled, she begged and pleaded, and made every promise she could think of; and still he did not relent. She squirmed and bucked; twisted and turned, all the while kicking her legs. None of it helped. The spanks just kept coming. Finally she had no fight left in her, slumping bonelessly over his lap, sobbing quietly as he peppered her backside with spank after spank.
That moment when she gave up fighting and accepted that there was no escape, where she completely surrendered herself to the situation, that was what he had been waiting for. He kept going for about a minute more, then with a final slap across the center of her butt, it was over.
Sunset was exhausted. Her throat felt raw from all the screaming she’d done, her eyes stung from all the tears, and her bottom, goddess her bottom felt like it had been dipped in molten steel. Then suddenly she felt his strong arms gently pull her upright, before turning her over to sit in his lap.
Still sobbing like a child, all she could do was cling to him while he held his arms around her and gently rocked her back and forth in his lap. Had she been in her former state of mind she would have balked at being coddled. But right now, all she wanted was for someone to show her some love. To show her they cared.
Tirek gently ran one hand through her hair. “That’s it, just let it all out.”
“I’m sorry.” she hiccuped. Barely able to get the words out.
“Shh, it's okay, you’ve paid your dues. it's over now. You’re a good girl, Sunset. You just made some bad choices and mistakes. But at the heart, where it counts, you’re a good girl.” He rumbled quietly in her ear.
‘You’re a good girl’ hearing those words brought forth a fresh wave of tears. But these were tears of relief. It had been so very long since anyone had called her good; since she had received any kind of praise that didn’t sound like meaningless platitudes. Hearing it out loud was like a salve for her soul. She buried her face into his chest and allowed herself to relax for the first time in what felt like ages.
This whole thing had been very intense for her, and yet she felt liberated. Cleansed. As if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders, even though her buttocks currently felt like she was sitting on a hotplate.
She sat like that for some time, until her sobs started to subside and she felt more in control of herself. Part of her felt embarrassed, wanting to get up to pull up her panties and jeans. But it was overruled by the part of her that enjoyed the feeling of his arm around her. It felt safe and relaxing, as did his fingers combing gently through her hair. Her bottom burned and throbbed, but not as intense as before. And most importantly, she did feel better, just like he said she would. The guilt was still there, but it no longer felt like this unbearable weight that would crush the very life from her. Now… now it felt manageable.
Alas all good things come to an end.
“Ready to get up, Sunset?” Tirek’s asked at long last.
‘No, I wanna stay here forever.’ said her mind, but her mouth responded with a tired, “Yes, Sir.”
Tirek chuckled. “You’re not being punished anymore, Sunset. You can just call me Tirek again.”
She nodded but said nothing, carefully sliding off his lap. Her legs felt slightly unsteady. She quickly turned away from him and reached down to yank her panties back up, hissing as the fabric slid over her bottom. It felt as if they were made of sandpaper instead of cotton.
“If you would like to inspect the damage and freshen up a bit, there’s a bathroom down the hall on the right.”
She hurriedly pulled up her jeans to just below her bottom so she could walk without hobbling, then quickly made her way to the bathroom. She was glad there was nobody else around to see her short walk of shame. Once safely inside the bathroom she quickly locked the door and pulled her panties back down. She gently rubbed her sore cheeks, surprised at the amount of heat radiating from them. She twisted and bend to try and get a good look at her own posterior, but couldn’t quite see. Finally she decided to climb up and stand on the toilet so she could get a look in the small mirror over the sink.
She quietly gasped at the sight of herself. Her cheeks were a hot magenta, with darker splotches bordering on red, but there was no bruising. She couldn't help but feel intrigued at the sight of herself. She gently brushed a hand over her cheeks. It stung but not as fiercely as before. She carefully pushed her fingers into the flesh of her cheeks, dragging them sideways, watching the trail of skin change color before popping back as she released her grip. Part of her thought it looked sorta pretty, even sexy. She blushed and felt her vaginal walls contracting, causing her juices to leak out, and a single droplet trickled down her inner thigh.
The heat from her ass was spreading all through her lower abdomen, culminating in her groin. She anxiously rubbed her legs together, feeling another surge of moisture in her vagina. While she didn’t exactly enjoy the pain of her punishment as it happened, the heat and dull throb she felt in her cheeks right now felt strangely pleasant. And her pussy ached with need.
She briefly wondered if the element of magic had left her brain damaged. What other explanation was there for feeling this way after getting her hide tanned by a stranger.
‘What is wrong with me? How can I be so turned on by this?’
Hesitantly she brought a hand down to her throbbing sex. ‘I shouldn’t do this, not here in this bathroom. But oh sweet Celestia, my pussy is soaked.’ She thought as she ran a finger through her gleaming labia.
Throwing caution to the wind she gave in to her growing desire for release and plunged two fingers into her velvet depths. She barely managed to stifle the moan that tried to claw its way passed her lips, while she sank her fingers deep into her sweltering heat. She was no stranger to masturbation, having thoroughly explored her own body in the first few weeks on earth. Even now she regularly played with herself. A young woman has needs after all.
Her legs wobbled and she clumsily climbed down to sit on the toilet. Hissing through her teeth as her sore cheeks made contact with the cold hard seat. She wasted no time, pumping her fingers in and out of her silken folds while her other hand gently rubbed her aching clit. She bit her tongue, desperately trying to stay quiet. Her heart pounded in her ears as her fingers plundered her depths. Drops of liquid lust quietly splashed into the toilet.
The single greatest advantage of being human in Sunsets opinion, was their superior ability to pleasure themselves. Hooves were fine for many tasks, but masturbation wasn’t one of them. And it was impossible to use magic when a sudden surge of pleasure would make your horn fizzle out.
She sat there for several minutes. Her eyes closed as her fingers tended to her needy sex. Her skin glistened with sweat, she was getting close. She could feel it building in her lower belly. A tiny flame that rapidly built into an inferno. She raked her fingers over her inner walls, trying to find her G-spot. To her dismay, it eluded her, so she redoubled her efforts on her pulsing clit. Rubbing it faster and faster in her desperate need for release. She lost track of everything around her. The entirety of her universe reduced to that sensitive little spot between her legs. So close, so very very close. Just a little… bit ...more.
She could feel her velvety walls contract around her fingers. Her entire abdomen tensed up all at once, and then sweet release.
It was like a bolt of lightning down her spine, making her back arch. Her limbs locking up as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss blasted through her. She covered her mouth with her arm, biting down on her sleeve to keep herself from screaming. All that escaped her throat was an animalistic growl that seemed to end in a distinctly equine nicker. A splash of fluids hit the toilet below her, some of it spilling over the edge. Never before had she cum so hard it actually made her squirt. She sagged down limply as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, her belly lightly spasming with each jolt. Right then she felt the most relaxed she’d ever been. Her head was awash with a haze of bliss that had swept away all her worries and concerns. Even the pain in her bottom had been reduced to little more than a pleasant heat.
Eventually she came back to her senses as the endorphin high died down. Feeling more than just a little bit embarrassed about what she’d just done. She quickly cleaned herself with some toilet paper. Trying hard not to touch her still sensitive clit. No amount of toilet paper was going to save her panties though. They were just soaked. With a sigh, she pulled them back up. Shivering slightly at the cold wetness. As she carefully slid her jeans over her bottom, she regretted just how tight they really were. She washed her hands and splashed a bit of water onto her face.The cold sting of the water helped her clear the fog from her brain.
With a deep calming breath she gathered her courage and left the bathroom.
Though Tirek didn’t say anything, he knew exactly what she had been up to in there. When he took off her panties during her spanking, they were more than a little damp. Frankly they were wet as a dishrag. And he had gotten a full whiff of her excitement while she sat in his lap. She wasn’t the first girl whose body got turned on from being punished, and she wouldn’t be the last.
“You okay now?” he asked as she nervously shuffled back into the room, avoiding his eyes.
Sunset nodded. Her face still slightly flushed. “I… uhm…. Thankyou.” she stammered.
“You’re welcome, Sunset, anytime.”
He could tell she was still rather embarrassed, so he changed the subject.
“Shall we go see if your Bike will start?”
“Yes!” she all but squeaked, “Uhm, I mean... let’s do that.” she nodded.
The two of them descended the stairs and entered the garage once more. After getting her Bike down off the lift they rolled it out into the parking lot to give her a try. Sunset tenderly climbed on, a hiss escaping her lips as her posterior made contact with her saddle. The ride home would prove to be an interesting experience. She took a breath to steady herself, and pressed the ignition. With a rumble the engine sprang back to life.
Sunset smiled as she ran a hand over the gas tank. “Welcome back baby.”
“I’d say that counts as a job well done.” Tirek grinned.
“How much do I owe you?” Sunset asked as she cut the engine.
“No charge, this time.”
“I couldn’t possibly…”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough paying tonight, Sunset?” he said with a smirk.
Sunset felt her face heat up again at his words. It was mirrored by the heat at the other end of her body.
“W-well then, I… best get home.”
“Don’t be a stranger.” said Tirek.
Sunset nodded before she put her helmet on. With a press of her thumb, the engine roared to life again. She slightly wiggled her butt in the saddle, trying to get at least somewhat comfortable. The ride home was going to be interesting indeed.
With one final wave goodbye, she pulled out into the street, and vanished into the night.