>>42842888
What if Rainbow got this poster as a Hearthswarming gift from her parents, with Scoots also there to celebrate? Maybe it's a gag gift where the buyer supplies the foal and it's customized.

>>42843117
Imagine getting to spank a pony.

>>42843285
Cute. Very embarrassing, especially from Dash's parents.

>"Oh, we found this at a gift shop."
>"It's sooo cute!"
>"And it'll give our Rainbow Dash a chance to study up before dealing with... disciplinary necessities."
>Scootaloo Blushed, Rainbow chuckled.
>"Yep! After all, we had our own hooves so full handling her rump!"
>"Yep, she always squirmed about so much!"
>Now Rainbow Blushed.

Was going to post this last thread, but it died just before I could.

>Rainbow Dash flew through Ponyville at a leisurely pace, which was still very fast.

>It was a hot summer day. Perfect for what she was about to do:
>Take her number one fan, Scootaloo to a public tour of the Wonderbolts facility, which the group hosted on occasion.
>Since Scootaloo’s aunts couldn’t go, Rainbow kindly volunteered to take her.
>She smiled, remembering the filly’s joy when she offered to do it.

>As she approached Scootaloo’s home, she heard a few odd feint sounds, which grew louder as she approached.
>A bit confused, but ultimately thinking nothing of it, she knocked on the door.
>No answer. Only those same sounds. Must have been pretty loud. Rainbow could tell from past visits that this building was well-soundproofed.
>Thick walls and whatnot.
>She knew it was unlocked, but even the typically brash Rainbow Dash knew to be polite enough not to just enter without being let in.
>She knocked again, with more force.

>After short while, the door opened, revealing a light green mare with a purple sweater.
>And the strange sounds got louder, and clearer as to what they were.
>”Oh, Rainbow Dash! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you from all the ruckus.” Greeted Scootaloo’s aunt Lofty.
>”Uh, that’s okay.” Rainbow said as he quickly figured out what was going on. “Maybe I should come back later?”
>Lofty laughed. “Oh, nonsense! Holliday should be finished soon. Come on in! You didn’t need to knock, you know. We knew you were coming.” She said as she let her in.

>Lofty led Rainbow to the kitchen/dining area.
>In that room, was a door to a living room. It was open, and had a great view of those smacking and crying sounds Rainbow was hearing:
>On the couch was Scootaloo’s auntie Holiday, a bright orange mare with a baby blue scarf.
>Over her knee was the titular filly, getting her butt thrashed by a big wooden hairbrush.

>>42844231
>Dash instinctively took a glance.

>Scootaloo was making quite the scene on the older pony’s lap. Lots of typical spanked filly pleading and promising.
>It was hard to blame her. Holiday knew how to swing that brush hard and loud.
>The squirt must have gotten into some deep trouble.
>She was facing towards the door while her backside was covered by Holiday’s hoof, which held her down.
>The filly hadn’t noticed the guest yet as she was in the middle of trying to look back up at her auntie for what seemed to be a futile attempt at puppy dog eyes.
>Even the toughest filly couldn’t stand up to a good paddling, it seemed.

>”Sorry about that.” Lofty said in a casual tone, prompting Rainbow to turn back to her. “Our little Scootaloo has went a little bit overboard with her Scooter tricks, and rode right into the town hall. Caused quite a mess too.”
>Come to think of it, Rainbow did recall seeing the filly speed into the building as she was on her way to work.
>Found it a bit funny too at the time. A contrast to how Scootaloo must have felt.
>”Anyways, take a seat. I made some tea.”

>Rainbow found herself sitting with a cup of tea in her hooves.
>It was pretty good.
>”It’s still no problem if I take her, right?” She asked.
>Lofty chuckled. “Of course not! Scootaloo’s been so excited to go. It would just be too cruel to make the poor dear miss out on it.”
>The spankings sounds got a bit louder in the living room, and the subsequent cries got muffled.
>Rainbow resisted the urge to look, but she guessed that Scootaloo finally noticed her presence.
>Burying her face in the couch would be an appropriate reaction to embarrassment.
>”Right.” Rainbow said as she took a sip of her tea.

>Shortly after, the spanking stopped, and Lofty quietly said a few things to Scootaloo that Rainbow couldn’t make out.
>After that, the filly was led into the dining room.

>”Hello, Rainbow Dash, sorry for keeping you. Just had to deal with something important.” Holiday said with a wink and a quick glance at Scootaloo.
>”Uh, yea, I heard. It’s fine. Nice to see you.” Rainbow greeted. She then looked down at the filly. “Hey squirt.” She said, unable to keep a certain awkward nervousness out of her voice.
>”Hi, Rainbow Dash.” Scootaloo responded in a similar, but much shakier tone. She looked pretty defeated. Her head was hung down low, but Rainbow could still make out a blush on her cheeks. She squirmed a little in place as no doubt her freshly spanked rump still stung quite a bit.

>>42844235
>”She just needs time to calm down.” Said Holiday. “I hope you don’t mind staying for a bit longer. I made some treats.”
>”Oh, yea, we got time.” Said Rainbow. She did arrive a bit early.
>Scootaloo was then given a quick hug by her auntie, and led to the corner of the room.
>It seemed that time outs were used in this household.

>”Well then.” Said Holiday as she also sat down after correctly positioning Scootaloo. “Tell us about what you two will be doing.”
>The next ten or so minutes were the mares discussing what the tour would consist of. The older ones asking and the younger answering.
>Meanwhile, Scootaloo just so happened to be positioned in the corner right in view of where Rainbow Dash was sitting, giving the blue pegasus a nice view of her thoroughly reddened and squirming rump.
>She knew better than to rub (especially with both of her aunts in the same room), but she couldn’t help but occasionally shift her rump sideways and take a few steps with her hind legs in an attempt to alleviate the smarting sensation.
>It probably didn’t help.
>Rainbow took another sip of her still half full cup of tea to hide her amused smirk at the sight.

>”It was nice talking and all, but we better be heading out.” Rainbow eventually said. “Don’t wanna be late.”
>Lofty nodded. “Of course.” She turned back. “You can come out now, Scootaloo!”
>The filly took a few steps back before she began rubbing her bottom, sighing in relief.
>This relief lasted until she turned around to see the three older ponies staring at her with various degrees of amusement.
>She blushed.

>Rainbow stood up. “Come on, kiddo, let’s get going.” She said, saving the filly from feeling more humiliated then she already was.
>Well, as much as she could. Her visibly red rump would be noticeable in public. There was nothing anypony could do about that.
>Scootaloo quickly walked to her side. Excitement starting to take over post-spanking shyness.

>>42844238
>”Now, you behave up there, got it?” Said Lofty.
>”Yes, auntie.”
>”And don’t run too far from Rainbow Dash.” Said Holiday.
>”Yes, auntie.”
>”And be sure to follow the rules.” Said Lofty again.
>”*Sigh.* Yes, auntie.”
>”And Scootaloo?”
>Scootaloo frowned.
>”Have fun!” Said Holiday.
>”… Yes auntie.”

>And so, the two left.

>Outside, Rainbow did her absolute best to resist the urge to tease her now charge about what happened.
>”You… okay squirt?”
>”Y-yea.”
>…
>”Ready for an awesome time.”
>Scootaloo finally smiled. “Yea.”
>Rainbow knelt down. “Hop on then.”

>In the sky, Rainbow mentioned a few things they would be doing.
>”Oh, and squirt, there’s gonna be some special training for our young visitors. And with how hot it is today, gonna make you sweat real good.”
>Scootaloo, who was on Rainbow’s back puffed up her chest. “I can handle the heat!” She declared proudly.
>Dash smirked. “Yea, I noticed.”
>”Rainbooow!” Shouted Scootaloo through Rainbow Dash’s laughter.

>>42844061
Fried chicken.

>>42843285
Question is there they got the picture.

>>42844242
UNFFFFF! Great story. Scoots is a good girl, but sometimes good girls need correction.

>titular filly
I don't think you're using that word correctly. Titular is for titles. Ways to fix it:

>Holliday should be finished with the brat soon. >... titular brat
This probably isn't 100% correct, but it makes "brat" Scootaloo's metaphorical "title." There needs to be some title for the filly to have. Brat, naughty one, little one, sorry pony, diva, drama queen, crybaby.

I would do something like the above because "titular" is super funny here.

>”Oh, Rainbow Dash! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you because of the diva."
>... titular diva

Or skip titular and say

Over her knee was
>the reason for the commotion
>a sorry filly
>the star of the show
>the focus of the day

>>42844405
It would make sense if it was a template at a photo shop. The foal could have their photo taken and not know the reason. It could be part of a larger package, mostly nice photos but this one is a joking one.

>>42844242
Mmmm. Very adorable! I love the outsider perspective on this one, as well as the casual way that Scootaloo is disciplined and her cute little behind is put on display! She is a scamp!

I love how shy Scoots was after the spanking, too. It is a very believable thing for her character and very adorable. I like how Rainbow teased a little, but lifted her spirits a lot!

>>42844310
Yum.

>>42845124
Rarity occasionally visits the dogs in secret for "funtime".

>>42844468
Glad you liked it. I'll see if I can update it when I archive it.

>>42844772
Scootaloo is indeed adorable. I almost wish I had Dashie tease her a bit more.

>>42845724
Always works like a charm.

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Spike knows their asses are fucked. Anon doesn't.

>>42846515
https://derpibooru.org/3076172
>There’s going to be a stern talking-to to both of her dumb kids.
>NO MAMA NOO
>Regret and annoyance. That’s the look of a big bro who got into trouble because of their smaller sibling.
>The kind of “talk” that makes it hard to sit down.

>>42847149
"Big sibling getting spanked with younger sibling because of younger sibling" is an underused scenario.

>>42846694
Lectured while spanked. How nice.

>>42848428
She's not even starting.

>>42848428
Would be great if this was Twilight picking up Anonfilly from school, finding out she was a brat, and spanking her in front of Cheerilee and the class.

>>42849000
I suppose that does look like a stool Cheerilee would have.

>>42842888
Do it yourself is great.

>>42849086
Favorite part? What did you like about it?

>>42849091
The spanking part. I like the way it was described.

>>42849056
She will have to sit on it.

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I wonder if Rarity would be a hard spanker.

>>42849988
Sweetie Belle may have turned Rarity's hair green, but Rarity will counter by turning her butt red.

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Out of all the spoons, hairbrushes and other implements, I think a simple hoof/hand spanking is still my favorite.

>>42850691
Very intimate.
Can be done anywhere, anytime.
Humiliating.

It's the best. Casual hand/hoof swats as warnings or with commands ("set the table") ("stop fighting with your brother") can fit in neatly.

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>>42850691
>>42850910
How about clothing?
What's your favorite thing for a girl (filly) to be wearing when she learns her rear end is doomed?
Skirts? Pants? Shorts? Swimwear?

>>42851025
Swimwear is perfect. A teen on a swim team with a skimpy speedo sporting a red handprint for the rest of practice is perfect.

Anecdotally, swim coaches did/do carry paddles for pool discipline.

>>42851025
For pony, its naked. They usually don't wear clothes anyway, so why should that change?

For EQG, it's pajamas. Lighter night clothes. Perfect for quick baring.

>>42850910
Another great thing about them that most adult ponies in the show have hooves just large enough to perfectly cover most filly bottoms.

>>42851372
Celestia or whoever created ponies was very wise indeed.

>>42851163
>For pony, its naked. They usually don't wear clothes anyway, so why should that change?
Because a little girl getting her skirt flipped up for some heat on her panties-clad buns is adorable.

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>>42850691
>implements
Gotta go with the paddle here.
All other spanking implements have another purpose.
To stir a pot.
To hold up pants.
To brush a mane.
But when the paddle comes out there's only one thing it's used for. Your doom .

>clothing
I'm a sucker for skirts.
The girl who put hers on this morning chose it because she thought it was cute or comfortable or maybe it's her uniform that she wears everyday. She was NOT thinking that this was what she'd be wearing for her next spanking.

Now that she's in trouble she's fearfully aware of how little there is between her bottom and the dangers of the world. With every step there's a breeze up her bare legs and across her panties...reminding her that soon she's going to feel something very unpleasant back there.

For pony, bare fur is the way to go, I agree, but that's kind of a downside to pony. Removal of clothes is an exciting part of the build up and you just don't get that with a furry horse butt.

>>42852016
If a filly visits a friend and see a hairbrush, they can just assume its for hairs.If it's a spoon, they can assume its for cooking. A switch? Maybe some stick their friend was playing with or kindling. Birch? Same thing? Carpet beater? For carpets. Bath brush? For bathing. Horseshoe or slipper? For walks.

But a dedicated spanking paddle? Unlike with other implements, there can be no assumptions. It has only 1 obvious use, one obvious recipient and if she's naughty, one other potential recipient.

>>42852016
>>42852318
This is why paddles and personalized paddles are my favorite. Gotta hang them up so everyone knows how you are so well behaved.

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>>42852570
140k views in 4 years. That's 35000 faps per year (mostly by asd). Calm down guys!

>>42852733
Thanks based Anon. What are some of the most popular stories?

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>>42852887
One of these!

>>42853145
Also note that asd's pastes are stored in his own pp account. Thus few of his show up here. Otherwise, his "Crazy Colt Idea's" story would probably be pretty high up for example. Due to it having sexual hints.

>>42852733
I don't think even I hold that much cum. Nice to see though.

>>42853185
I don't know. Crazy Colt is not exactly at the top in my own account. Weirdly enough Cozy Karma is by far the most popular story I have if we only look at max views, which is strange. Meanwhile my shorts are more popular in the spank archive.

>>42853223
>Cozy Karma
Everyone likes a double spanking.

>>42853795
Oh, she's in for it.

>>42853145
This is an interesting list. I wonder if not posting in the threads anymore causes some writers to be not as popular.

>>42854387
Maybe.

>>42854774
Well KrishnaKarnak isn't in there, and they made some GREAT stories. Act of Kindness and the Pooh one.

>>42855160
Shame Krishna isn't around anymore.

>>42855497
They still write some spank stories on furaffinity.

>>42855580
Are they good?

>>42856416
I love this position.

>>42856059
Yeah. I don't know if any have been as enjoyable to me as his pony or Kanga work, but they are also lighter on humiliation.

Plenty of great writers shouldn't be overlooked. Joh for example has tons of awesome stories.

>>42856676
I wish joh wrote more.

>>42855580
link?

Colt is wondering if he got away with it.

>>42856489
very pony

>>42857706
Which one? And get away with what?

Idea:

>Ponyville colt or filly commits a minor crime.
>Punishment is a spanking.
>Unfortunately, since this is a legal thing, they need somepony with the authority to carry it out.
>Either a guard or someone in a specific type of official position.
>Mayor Mare could request a guard from Canterlot to come down to deal with it.
>But there is one pony in Ponyville who is legally qualified.
>Twilight.
>So she's asked to carry out the sentence.
>There's no dramatic public paddling requirement. She just needs to give them a properly spanked bottom.

Would Twilight agree? How would she go about it? Who would the trouble making colt or filly be? How would it go down? How would her friends react?

Which pony gets spanked the most?

>>42858385
Cozy?

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>>42858619
I'd say one of her problems is that she's been spanked the least.

Ya don't see Apple Bloom plotting to take over the world.
>"Granny Smith would whip my behind!"

>>42858385
>spanked the most?
Pinkie Pie had an austere upbringing which she clearly rebelled against. Whether that translates into frequent punishment is all up to headcanon, but the Pink one certainly earned her share of red behinds.

>>42857706
He didn't

>>42858651
>"Granny Smith would whip my behind!"
The reason Applebloom reject Cozy's offer to join her.
>Pinkie Pie
Honestly, I'd imagine Limestone getting it more.

>>42858385
My wishful answer is Sweetie Belle

My realistic answer is Pinkie in her past life

>>42853145
Dang, my top two most viewed stories on this list are stories I didn't particularly like.

>>42860408
Why don't you like it?

>>42858385
Celestia when she was a filly.

>>42860020
I bet Rarity and Sweetie's parents keep her manebrush around on an end table, and just have to grab it to get her to straighten up.

If she doesn't, instant bun warming.

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>>42861336
Assuming they don't use a spatula.

>>42853145
I wish Red Hooved would continue.

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>The school bell rings at the end of the day, and all the colts and fillies run out from the schoolhouse excitedly
>Out walks a dejected AppleBloom, her blank flank having ruined her day yet again
>"Want some sweets? I've got some peppermint sticks. I made them myself!" said the ugly peppermint stick looking ass pony
>"Mm-mm."
>"They'll make you smi-i-le!" said the ugly pony with a nice big grin
>"No..."
>AppleBloom wished her ugly retarded schoolmate would just leave her alone or kill herself
>Meanwhile, the two bullies approach them
>"I don't know why we had to sit through a lecture about getting a cutie mark. I mean, waiting for your cutie mark is sooo last week. You got yours; I just got mine. We all have them already. *gasp* I mean, almost all of us have them already." the little pink piggy pony says with a snooty side-eye to the poor barren flanked ponies
>"Don't worry, you two, you're still totally invited to my cute-ceañera this weekend." she says, still looking down at them
>The bullies circle around the pathetic, not-special blank flanks like hungry sharks
>"It's going to be amazing." says her hot grey pony friend
>"It's a party celebrating me and my fantastic cutie mark. How could it not be?"
>"Bump, bump, sugar lump rump!"
>"Gimme a break."
>"See you this weekend..."
>"*hahahahah!* Blank flanks! *hahahahaha!*"
>Miss Cheerilee steps in front of the bullies as they walk away, stopping them
>"Girls! That's no way to talk to your classmates! You're both getting detention, now!"
>"W-w-wha! D-detention?!? But I've never gotten detention before!" says Diamond Tiara
>Silver Spoon's face turns white with shock
>She remembered her last detention with Miss Cheerilee...

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>>42862517
I like where this is going.

>>42862517
Cheerilee's gonna bust some asses.

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>>42862517
>Miss Cheerilee leads both the troublemakers back into the schoolhouse
>"Spoon, why were you so loud? We totally got caught because of you!"
>"..."
>Silver Spoon seems to have not heard her, wordlessly sitting back in her seat
>"Ok, Miss Spoon. You already know what the punishment for bad little fillies is. Stand on your chair."
>Stupid piggy raises her hoof
>"Um Miss Cheerilee, we aren't allowed to-"
>"That will be enough attitude from you, Diamond Tiara! And you call me *mistress* when you're in detention, you naughty little filly!"
>"Yes, Mistress!"
>"And no more talking unless mistress told you to! Do you understand?"
>"Yes, Mistress!"
>"Good girl..."
>The room fills with silence, the only sound in the room being her friend climbing on top of her chair and Cheerilee getting something from the closet
>She can't believe her little pony eyes, but she sees her teacher pulling on some kind of rubber boots and holding a thin rubber spatula in her mouth?
>"Your little reign of terror on my students has gone on long enough, you two. I can tell your mothers haven't taught you any discipline at home, so I'll be expanding our curriculum starting now!"
>Silver Spoon's back tenses up suddenly when she hears the word discipline, and she shivers a little
>"Now, bend over on your desk and lift your tail. Diamond Tiara, you just sit there and watch. This is what happens to disobedient little fillies..."
>The pampered pink pony watches in horror as her teacher cocks her head back and swings the rubber apparatus towards Silver Spoon's little grey tooshie at full force, making a wicked cracking noise that bounces off the walls of the schoolhouse
>"AAAAH!"
>Miss Cheerilee looks very pleased with herself as she watches Diamond Tiara's expression go from shock to horror
>Her heart quickens when she notices a tear forming in her student's tightly shut eyes
>"Let's go over our lesson in class today again."
>She points to her cutie mark with the whip
>"The flowers on my cutie mark symbolize my hope that I could help my students bloom if I nurture them with knowledge."
>"The smiles represent the cheer I hope to bring my little ponies while they learn. And you two-"
>*WHAP*
>"OW!"
>"Aren't learning like good little happy ponies! You've been *whap!* naughty *whap!* little *whap!* fillies!"
>"Mistress will teach you to be *SMACK* smiling, *WHAP* cheerful, *SMACK* happy, *SMACK* ponies!"
>DT starts to tear up
>She knows that she's right
>She knows that she hasn't learned anything in class
>She knows she's not a happy little pony inside
>She knows that she's been a bad little filly
>She knows that she deserves *all* the punishment her mistress will give to her

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>>42862973
>"A pony's cutie mark appears when a pony finds that certain something which makes them special. And nothing can make it appear before it's time."
>"Just because the other students haven't found what makes them special yet doesn't make it right to make fun of them! *CRACK*"
>"Silver Spoon, say "I'm a naughty little filly, mistress...""
>"I'm a *whap* naughty *whap* little *whap* filly *whap* mistress. *CRACK*"
>"Say it again."
>"I'm a! *whap* naughty! *whap* little! *whap* filly! *whap* mistress! *CRACK*"
>"Say it!"
>"I'M *CRACK* A *WHAP* NAUGHTY *WHAP* LITTLE *CRACK* FILLY *WHAP* MISTRESS! *CRACK!*"
>"SAY IT!"
>"I'M! *SMACK* A! *SMACK* NAUGHTY! *CRACK* LITTLE! *WHAP* FILLY! *CRACK* MISTRESS! *CRACK*"
>"SAYIT!"
>"I'm! *SMACK* Ah! *SMACK* ah *CRACK* ah! *WHAP* agh! *CRACK* agh... *CRACK* *sniff...* *huk!* *sniff...*"
>"That's right... You are a naughty little filly..."
>Diamond Tiara could feel her ears ringing, and something else, something warm and tingly in her belly?
>"Now, let's see if YOU'VE learned today's lesson... Diamond Tiara, what do you call the little ponies in your class who haven't found their cutie mark yet?"
>"Bla-"
>She quickly covers her mouth with her hooves, but she was too late
>"Diamond Tiara! My little pony hasn't learned today's lesson, after all that extra instruction?!"
>Miss Cheerilee picks up Silver Spoon's head off of her desk with a hoof, licks up the tears off of her face lovingly, and spits them on Diamond Tiara's face
>"Aah! Ew!"
>"There, there, Miss Spoon. I know you've gotten enough discipline from mistress. You may sit down now."
>"T-t-tha... thank you, mistress..."
>Silver Spoon carefully lowers herself down onto the seat, still shaking and swollen from her beating
>She sits briefly, but jumps up from the pain
>"Let mistress help you sit..."
>Cheerilee firmly guides her down by her head until she stops jumping and squirming around and sits back in her chair
>"Ttt-th Ow! Thank y-you, m... mistress."
>"That's better. Miss Tiara! Who told you that you could wipe that off?!"
>"It was gross!"
>"What did I tell you about not talking unless I told you to? Bend over on your desk, NOW!"
>She quickly gets up onto her desk and lays down on it, but realizes something's not quite right
>More than just this whole situation
>Something feels odd... down there?
>"Now, raise your tail. Lift it, right now!"
>She raises her tail for her mistress, and it got cold all of a sudden?
>"Well, well, what's this?"

>>42863010
gonna write more later maybe

>>42863010
Quite good. Cheerilee is kind of underused when it comes to spankings.

>AppleBloom wished her ugly retarded schoolmate would just leave her alone or kill herself
Relatable.
>She remembered her last detention with Miss Cheerilee...
And yet she still decided to earn another one...
>"Yes, Mistress!"
She sure started obeying quickly. One would think Diamond would put up more of a fight.
>she sees her teacher pulling on some kind of rubber boots
Ah yes. rubber boots. A quintessential, but often overlooked tool when it comes to disciplining fillies.
>"That's right... You are a naughty little filly..."
Of course, she only lets up when the Silver is incapable of saying it anymore.
>"Let mistress help you sit..."
How nice of her. Sitting on wooden school chairs after a spanking must be really hard.
>"Well, well, what's this?"
Cheerilee realizing she created a spanko.

>>42864129
Can't wait! Hope you go through with it.

>>42862267
Working on it...

>>42864426
I love you.

Continuation of "Sweetie Belle Caught Red Hoofed"....

>”Listen here, both of you. Sweetie Belle, you’re gonna get over my knee. Apple Bloom is gonna go out and get her switch for the rest of HER butt tanning… and missy, I’m gonna paddle your behind until Apple Bloom gets back here, her switch in tow. Only then, will your spanking today be done and over with, and then Apple Bloom will… *switch* places with you and take the rest of her well deserved punishment. Understood?

>Sweetie Belle’s breath hitches
>her little white limbs tremble
>her butt clenches
>but you watch as both fillies in front of you absorb the information
>and Sweetie Belle starts to cry anew
>she nods her head, pitifully
>and Apple Bloom timidly nods alongside her…
>she still doesn’t protest

>But… she does just ask one thing
>”M-Mister Anon?”

>"Yes, young lady?”

>Apple Bloom swallows nervously… then asks
>”H-how many licks is Sweetie gonna get?”

>”Hmm.”

>You look down at Sweetie Belle’s bottom
>still red from its spankings yesterday...
>and you smirk

>”As many as it takes miss Apple Bloom to get back here with her switch. So…”

>You make eye contact with Apple Bloom.
>she realizes…
>you wait…
>her eyes widen more, and her cheeks flush red

>Apple Bloom balks
>she whines… but she nods
>and before you even tell her to go out…
>she turns on her hooves, and FLEES out the back door
>probably running to get that switch as fast as she can...

>haha… you can’t help but smirk some more
>it’s cute how eager she is to help Sweetie Belle
>but you've got a job to do, now.

>With Apple Bloom gone, you turn your attention back to Sweetie Belle.
>Her wide, tear-filled eyes meet yours, pleading silently.
>You pat your knee firmly. "Over. Now."
>Her breath hitches again, but she doesn't argue - she knows better by now.
>The little filly shuffles forward, her movements slow and reluctant.
>When she's close enough, you guide her down across your lap with practiced ease.
>Her hind legs kick out instinctively, but you pin them between your thighs.
>Now there's no escape - just the inevitable sting waiting for her upturned backside.

>>42864433
>"M-Mister Anon?" Sweetie Belle's voice quivers as she twists to look back at you.
>"Are... are these ones gonna count? Like, t-towards the two hundred?"
>You chuckle darkly and rub her already-warmed cheeks, feeling her tense under your touch.
>"Oh no, little miss. These are extra. You're getting punished right now for being naughty *today*."
>A fresh sob escapes her as the reality sinks in - this isn't part of her negotiated sentence.
>This is pure, immediate consequences for whatever fresh mischief you've caught her in.
>You raise your hand with the spatula high.

>The first sharp *CRACK* echoes through the kitchen, followed instantly by Sweetie Belle's shrill yelp.
>Her whole body jerks against your lap as the fire blooms across her plump buttcheeks.
>"Owwowowww! OWWIE! OWWW!!!"

>Before she can recover, the spatula comes down again, left cheek this tim...and again, right... and again, left, right, left, right...
>Each impact lands with rhythmic precision, staccato slaps ringing out rapid-fire like a metronome set to maximum speed.
>Sweetie Belle's helpless hooves wiggle and curl from under your pinning right thigh
>Her wails crescendo between every fresh strike, her voice bouncing between desperate squeals and breathless whimpers as her rear end blooms crimson and hot.

>The spatula lifts... hesitates... then snaps down dead center, catching both cheeks at once.
>Sweetie Belle *shrieks*, her whole body bowing upward as if trying to levitate away from your punishing hand.
>"NnnoOoooOOO! Too *hic* TOO MUCH!" she howls, tears splattering the floor beneath her scrunched-up face.
>Her hindquarters judder violently, twitching side to side like a caught fish as the sting radiates outward in pulsing waves.

>pfft. Too much?
>when it comes to THIS filly's bubble butt?
>There is no such thing as "too much" spanking...

>You pause just long enough to let her register the full extent of her predicament
>the throbbing pain, the helpless position... the inevitability of more
>Sweetie Belle takes the lull like a drowning filly gasping for air, her chest heaving as she tries (and fails) to catch her breath.
>Her tail flicks sporadically against your forearm
>not defiantly, but instinctively, like a wounded creature flinching from touch
>Under your spatula, her punished flesh feels impossibly hot, the skin tight and tenderized like overripe fruit ready to burst...

>Then *WHAP!*
>you resume, striking lower where sit-spot meets thigh.
>The startled filly practically levitates off your lap with a garbled scream, her voice cracking mid-wail.
>"ST-STOP! PLEASE! I'M *hic* ON FIREEE!" she warbles, her words dissolving into incoherent sobs.
>But you don't stop, can't stop, not until Apple Bloom returns.

>>42864438
>The next dozen smacks find fresh territory
>the sensitive undercurve where her cheeks meet her thighs
>each one drawing a new octave of distress.
>Sweetie Belle's hips buck wildly, her front hooves scrabbling helplessly
>Tears and snot drip freely now, forming a glistening puddle beneath her scrunched-up muzzle.
>Her previously light red flanks now glow like polished mahogany, every inch punished to a uniform angry red

>"Eighty-nine... Ninety..." you count in your head between measured strikes, your mind calm amidst the storm of her suffering.
>Sweetie Belle's entire body jerks with each number
>Her begging has degraded into breathless, hiccupping nonsense
>half-syllables and wet sniffles between shuddering gasps

>Somewhere beyond the kitchen window, you swear you hear the distant thunder of Apple Bloom's panicked gallop...

>The back door slams open with enough force to rattle the cabinets
>and there stands the little farm filly, flanks heaving, coat matted with sweat
>her teeth clenching around a freshly-cut switch!
>Her wide, frantic eyes dart from Sweetie Belle's violently twitching backside to your raised hand, and she practically spits the switch at your feet in her haste.

>"I *huff* GOT IT! I GOT IT! *wheeze* PLEASE D-DON'T WHUP HER NO MORE, MISTER ANON!"

>You let your raised hand hover dramatically for one excruciating second
>just long enough for Sweetie Belle to freeze mid-sob, her entire body tensed for another searing impact...
>...before lowering it slowly
>Beneath your thighs, her legs go limp with instant, shuddering relief.

>"Well now," you murmur, plucking the switch from the floorboards and testing its wicked flex against your palm. "Looks like a good one, young lady."

>>42864442
>Sweetie Belle barely hears you
>she's too busy sliding bonelessly off your lap the moment you loosen your grip, collapsing onto all fours with a pathetic little *whump*.
>Her hind legs scissor awkwardly as she twists to reach her ravaged backside, her hooves patting gingerly at the scorched skin.

>"Owwww..."
>Every tiny shift makes her wince; even the air moving over her punished flesh seems to burn!

>You bite back a smirk as she performs the universal dance of the well-spanked filly: hoof-skipping in place
>tail twitching like a faulty metronome
>her tear-streaked face screwed up in comic agony.
>She rubs frantically, then yelps when even that pressure proves too much, settling for cupping her cheeks delicately while whining through her teeth. Adorable.
>But...

>"Enough theatrics." Your voice slices through her misery like the switch in your hand. "Corner. Now."

>Sweetie Belle's ears flatten, but she shuffles obediently toward the dreaded spot, her gait resembling a newborn fawn's.
>She whimpers and looks over to Apple Bloom
>the two fillies exchange sad looks
>Sweetie Belle, in the midst of her spanky suffering, actually looks pleadingly back to you for just a moment
>but you return her gaze with a cold stare

>When Sweetie eventually gets to the corner, you watch as her tail flicks side to side, her absolutely crimson buttocks displayed underneath
>her and Scootaloo in opposing sides, both of their sniffling noses in the corner, both filly flanks displayed adorably
>Hnnnngg....

>Behind her, Apple Bloom watches with round, horrified eyes... until you turn that gaze on *her*.

>"As for you, little miss..."

>Apple Bloom's ears twitch upright like a startled rabbits at the sound of your voice.

>Her front hooves shuffle nervously in place, and you see her throat bob as she swallows hard
>but she still lifts her chin with that stubborn Apple family pride.
>The switch in your hand sways hypnotically as you beckon her forward with two curled fingers.

>>42864446
>She comes to you in halting steps
>each hoof-fall sounding impossibly loud in the hush between Sweetie Belle's sniffles. >When she's within reach, you watch her amber eyes dart from your face to the switch, then down to your lap currently occupied by air instead of a squirming filly.
>Her brow furrows in confusion just as you're realizing the same logistical problem: this wicked length of hickory needs room to sing.

>"M-Mister Anon?" Her voice is smaller than you've ever heard it. One hoof scrapes against the floor like a prisoner dragging chains. "Where... where do you want me?"

>The question hangs between you, ripe with unspoken understanding.
>Her hind legs tremble visibly, but she doesn't back away...

>Your gaze drifts sideways to the overstuffed couch arm beside you...
>specifically to its broad, padded armrest perfect for bending rebellious fillies over.
>The realization hits you both simultaneously; you see Apple Bloom's pupils shrink to pinpricks as she follows your line of sight.

>"Up." You tap the armrest twice with the switch, the sound like a judge's gavel.
>Apple Bloom exhales sharply through her nose but obeys without protest, moving with the stiff-limbed resignation of a pony marching to the gallows.
>Her forehooves hit the couch cushions first, then with one awkward scramble, she pitches herself belly-down across the armrest.

>The resulting position is almost comically lewd: her hindquarters jut skyward at a near-vertical angle, the globes of her already reddened backside tensing visibly
>Her hind legs dangle uselessly
>You can't help noticing how her tail lifts instinctively—not in defiance, but in terrified submission, presenting her round targets perfectly.

>>42864448
>The hickory switch whistles through the air experimentally while you give it a good swish!
>Apple Bloom's entire body jerks at the sound alone, her breath escaping in a shaky "Hnnn!" as she clasps the couch fabric between her hooves.
>A bead of sweat trickles down her temple, her ribcage expanding rapidly against the armrest's curve.
>"M-Mister Anon..." she starts, but the plea dies in her throat when you tap the switch meaningfully against her sit-spots: that tender junction where bottom meets thigh.

>"Now Apple Bloom," you murmur, watching goosebumps erupt across her twitching flanks. "You're gonna be a good girl for your switching, aren't you?"
>Her tail flicks nervously. "Y-yes sir," she chokes out.
>The quivering intensifies
>not just in her hindquarters now, but rippling up her spine like telegraph wires in a gale.
>already anticipating what's coming...

>"No reaching back," you warn, drawing the switch back. "Keep that naughty little bottom right up in the air where it belongs."
>The command lands like a physical blow; Apple Bloom's hind legs instinctively clamp together with a whimper.
>"Y-yes sir," she repeats, the words dissolving into a shuddering exhale as she arches her spine higher, presenting herself with trembling obedience.
>Her tail lifts another fraction...
>not in coyness, but in desperate compliance
>exposing the full, round curve of her doomed cheeks.

>You let the moment stretch, savoring her ragged breathing, the way her muscles twitch under gleaming coat, how her ears flatten completely against her skull.
>The switch's tip traces lazy circles just above her most sensitive crease, drawing fresh tremors...

>Then... **SSSSSTHWICK!**
>it bites deep into her right cheek.
>Apple Bloom's entire body convulses violently.
>"GYAHHH!" she yelps, hind legs kicking backward in a wild scissor motion before she remembers herself and forces them still.
>Tears already bead at the corners of her eyes as she digs her hooves into the couch cushions, clutching desperately at the fabric.

>The second stroke, on the left cheek this time, lands hotter and lower, flicking deliberately under the curve.
>Apple Bloom's head snaps back with a choked sob, her forelegs nearly sliding off the cushions
>nearly reaching back... but the stop themselves
>Her tail lashes wildly once... twice... then goes rigidly still, held aloft by sheer force of will even as her buttocks clench involuntarily, the fresh welts already rising like twin brands.

>>42864468
>**THWIP!**
>The third strike catches her dead center, splitting the difference with surgical precision.
>Tears finally spill as Apple Bloom's composure shatters, her legs cross and uncross spasmodically, her hips bucking in tiny, helpless jerks.
>But she doesn't reach back.
>She doesn't even beg.
>Just shudders and presents herself anew as the switch lifts again, her dark pink skin now mottled with angry scarlet stripes that seem to almost pulse in time with her hitched breaths.

>**CRACK!**
>This one lands diagonally across the first three welts, intersecting them like a cruel game of tic-tac-toe.
>Apple Bloom's entire body bows upward with a scream as the sting blooms outward in radiating waves
>Her flanks quivering like gelatin left out in the sun
>each swat creating tiny ridges of fur along each perfectly straight welt.

>You make her wait.
>Count the seconds.
>Let her feel the heat building between strokes, the way her punished flesh tightens almost audibly.
>Apple Bloom's nostrils flare with each panicked inhale, her damp bangs sticking to her forehead as she twists her head to peek back at you with one watering eye.
>The moment she meets your gaze...
>**SWISH-CRACK!**
>another stripe blooms just above her sit-spots, making her slam her face back into the cushions with a muffled howl.

>Her legs piston uselessly now, as if she could somehow kick away the pain.
>Every welt glows under the overhead lights, the switch's work so precise you could measure them with a ruler.

>>42864472
>Her breathing comes in ragged gulps, but she holds position
>You pause to admire the bowed curve of her back, the way her shoulders tremble with suppressed sobs while her hindquarters remain perfectly presented.
>No filly this age should have such discipline...or such a spankable backside!

>The switch flicks out again, this time stinging the very crest of her cheeks where skin is tightest.
>Apple Bloom's whole body jerks forward with a sound halfway between a squeal and a gasp, her hooves briefly leaving the cushions entirely before she crashes back down.
>But still she doesn't reach back... just digs in, her tail twitching like a metronome set to allegro.

>Another lash lands horizontally across the previous ones, and this time her obedience cracks just enough for a single hoof to fly back but she catches herself mid-motion, slamming it against the armrest instead with a audible *thump*.

>"OWWWW!!"
>Tears drip freely now, pattering onto the couch like summer rain, but her flanks stay lifted, quivering and crimson and utterly defeated.

>**SWISH-THWACK!**
>The switch bites again, lower now, where her thighs meet her sit-spots
>that sweet, sweet spot that always makes fillies dance
>Apple Bloom's legs scissor wildly, bucking her hips upward with a garbled shriek
>The welt rises instantly, a perfect white line that floods scarlet within seconds
>Her tail lashes once, a final, futile attempt at defiance
>before drooping limply over her back like a white flag of surrender.

>>42864475
>You pause just long enough to watch sweat glisten down the cleft of her trembling cheeks, droplets catching on the raised welts before sliding downward. Then...
>**SSSSWIT!** Apple Bloom's entire body bows violently, her scream dissolving into hiccupping nonsense as fresh tears splatter the fabric beneath her muzzle.

>Her legs kick in erratic circles now, like a drowning filly trying to find purchase, but the position holds
>those Apple family stubborn genes ensuring her hindquarters stay raised even as her mind fractures under the pain.
>The switch rises once more, humming through the air like a vengeful hornet, once again aiming for the crease where bottom meets thigh...

>**THWIP-CRACK!**
>The sound splits the kitchen air sharper than a whip, making Scootaloo jump in her corner and Sweetie Belle whimper into her hooves.
>Apple Bloom's entire body spasms violently
>her back arches like a drawn bowstring
>but the worst...or perhaps best... part is the sound: a raw, guttural sob ripped from her chest like she's being flayed alive.

>Her legs collapse inward, knees knocking together reflexively as the welt rises
>a perfect, puffy ridge of fire that makes her previous stripes look pale in comparison.
>Tears and snot slick the couch beneath her, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, but still...
>still that stubborn rump stays lifted, quivering and welted and shining with sweat like some perverse offering.

>You exhale through your nose, tracing the newest welt with the switch’s tip
>watching gooseflesh erupt in its wake.
>Apple Bloom barely reacts... just a muffled whimper, her flanks twitching like a dreaming dog’s
>but she holds position.
>It’s almost infuriating how well she takes it, how despite the tears and the screams, she’s still clinging to some scrap of pride Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle lost in the first five swats.

>**CRACK!**
>You put your shoulder into this one, aiming for the untouched patch right where her thighs meet her cheeks
>the kind of spot that makes fillies forget their own names.
>Apple Bloom’s hind legs snap straight out like she’s been electrocuted
>her scream fractures into something animalistic
>but when the shock passes, she tucks them back under herself, tail flicking
>not in defiance, but in exhausted obedience.

>Your teeth grind.
>She’s *good*.
>Too good.
>Even now, with her backside looking switched to Tartarus, she’s taking it better than any filly her age should.
>You can practically see the Apple family stubbornness calcifying in her spine, turning each sob into something earned rather than surrendered.
>It’s admirable...
>And frustrating.

>>42864479
>Your fingers twitch towards her tail...
>not to punish, but to *claim*.
>The moment your grip tightens around its base, Apple Bloom *gasps*, her entire body tensing like a bowstring.
>"N-no! I-I’m sorry! I’ll stay still, I *promise*!" she babbles, her voice cracking wetly as she twists her head to peek back at you, her amber eyes wide with fresh panic.
>Her hindquarters quiver violently, the welts glistening under a sheen of sweat that makes them look almost polished.

>You pause, letting her dread simmer, then *tsk* darkly.
>"Too late, little miss. You’ve been wiggling this naughty bottom all over the place."
>You give her tail a sharp, deliberate *tug*
>not enough to hurt, but enough to make her squeak.
>"So I’m gonna hold it *right* where it belongs... while I finish your switching proper."

>Apple Bloom’s breath hitches, her forelegs scrambling uselessly against the couch cushions as she realizes what’s coming.
>"P-please—" she starts, but the plea dissolves into a shuddering wail as you lift the switch high, its shadow flickering across her ravaged cheeks like a guillotine’s blade.
>Her tail trembles in your grasp, its fur damp with sweat and tears, as she presses her muzzle into the fabric and *braces*.

>The sight is almost poetic—this stubborn little filly, her flanks striped scarlet yet still quivering in submission, her hooves digging trenches into the cushions as if she could somehow anchor herself against the storm.
>Her bravery is *adorable*, the way she sniffles and clenches her jaw, refusing to fully beg even as her bottom twitches like a rabbit’s nose, silently pleading for mercy.
>You almost want to praise her... right before you paint her backside raspberry-red with fresh welts.

>>42864484
Welp, that's it for now y'all. Still working on the rest!

>>42864484
I love this!

>>42864489
And you!

>>42864484
Did not expect to see a continuation of this. Nice to see you back! The spanking descriptions feel very visceral as with the previous parts. They truly do feel painful, which is impressive since its the spanker's perspective.

>”Sweetie Belle, you’re gonna get over my knee. Apple Bloom is gonna go out and get her switch for the rest of HER butt tanning… and missy, I’m gonna paddle your behind until Apple Bloom gets back here, her switch in tow. Only then, will your spanking today be done and over with, and then Apple Bloom will… *switch* places with you and take the rest of her well deserved punishment.
That is a very devious setup. I can't help but imagine Sweetie having to do this with a less selfless filly.
>"ST-STOP! PLEASE! I'M *hic* ON FIREEE!"
I suppose a spatula is a pretty fitting implement here.
>"Eighty-nine... Ninety..
Gosh, Applebloom sure took her time if that's how many spankings Sweetie got.
>The realization hits you both simultaneously; you see Apple Bloom's pupils shrink to pinpricks as she follows your line of sight.
I guess the couch is an extra scary spot for her?
>or such a spankable backside!
Technically, most filly models have the same backsides in the show.
>It’s almost infuriating how well she takes it,
Makes me wonder how her family spanks her. Maybe Anon's just physically weaker then ponies, but his extreme spankings still hurt because their so long and Sweetie isn't used to it. While unlikely, that would be a funny twist.
>You almost want to praise her... right before you paint her backside raspberry-red with fresh welts.
You have to wonder at some point if Anon ever gets worried about familiar reception from the obviously harshly spanked rump.

>>42864489
Hyped!

Fuck, 2 new stories and a big continuation of an older one? Great thread.

>>42862973
Unf!

After all this time, naughty fillies are getting justice.

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>>42866496
I need every naughty little filly and colt spanked and corrected, immediately!
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>>42864484
>**THWICK!**
>The switch lands with surgical precision, splitting the space between the diagonal stripes
>Apple Bloom’s entire body bends up like a drawn longbow
>Her wailing fractures into breathless, hiccupping sobs as the welt rises instantly
>a perfect ridge of fire

>**THWIP!**
>The next stroke bites lower, right where her sit-spots meet trembling thighs, and her legs *piston* outward in a wild, instinctive kick before crumpling inward like a dying insect’s.
>Tears sluice down her cheeks, pooling beneath her muzzle as she finally *breaks*, her entire form collapsing into shuddering, defeated sobs
>but her hindquarters stay raised, held aloft by your iron grip on her tail.

>**SWISH-CRACK!**
>The switch hums through the air like a vengeful hornet, landing dead-center with a sound that makes Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle whimper in their corners
>Apple Bloom doesn’t even really buck this time
>just *whines*, a high, reedy sound like a teakettle left too long on the stove, her flanks twitching in exhausted, tearful submission.

>You pause, admiring the way her backside almost now *glistens* with sweat
>every welt a perfect, throbbing stripe, her coat damp with sweat and tears, the cleft of her cheeks quivering
>Her tail trembles in your grasp, with no signs of resistance left as she sniffles into the couch cushions, utterly spent...
>but still presenting that butt.

>Your pulse thrums in your ears, drowning out rational thought
>she’s taken enough, she’s learned her lesson, >she’s *broken*
>but your hand raises the switch again anyway, drawn like a moth to the hypnotic sway of her inflamed flesh.
>The welts ripple as she shudders, her thighs slick with sweat, her sit-spots pulsing with each ragged inhale...
>and you *need* to see them ripple
>maybe just one more time...

>>42866759
>**SSSWACK!**
>The switch lands with brutal precision just below the crest of her cheeks, making her *jolt* violently, her legs spasming in midair before collapsing limply against the couch.
>Apple Bloom whimpers, her voice hoarse, her hindquarters twitching in exhausted, automatic response
>like a puppet whose strings you’ve frayed but not yet severed.

>You exhale sharply through your nose, fingers tightening around her tail as the switch rises *again*, your vision tunneling to the sight of her ravaged backside
>the way it jiggles with each hitched sob, the welts darkening to a vulgar, swollen crimson, the sweat dripping down her thighs...
>You’re addicted
>And she’s too broken to even protest as your arm pulls back for another stroke...

>spank...after spank... after stinging, brutal SPANK slashes across her blistered buttcheeks
>Ok, maybe NOT just one more time...
>Apple Bloom is simply a sobbing mess, just steadily crying her cute little eyes out
>positively broken-willed, her whole world consumed by the relentless burning in her bottom
>yet...
>**THHWICK, THHHWICK, THHHWICK, THHHWICK...**

>Some part of you understands deep down that you cannot keep this up forever
>The weeping and slumped over, sweaty and exhausted, blistered and crimson-butted little filly
>firmly held in place by your hand around her tail
>...she's had enough. Definitely.
>You know that.
>You know that...

>...
>...**THHHWICKTHHHWICKTHHHWICKTHHHWICKTHHHWICKTHHHWICKTHHWICK...**

>"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!""
>Apple Bloom can do nothing but simply wail at the top of her lungs
>as her poor, flaming bottom absorbs the most relentless, impossible to tolerate, LASHING
>the switch is a blur as it swings back and forth
>delivering at least one swat per second

>>42866769

>>42866769
>"NnnYAAAHHH! AOOOWWW, NNNAAAAHHH OWWWWOWWWAAAAHHH!"
>Apple Bloom, despite her exhaustion, has all her nerves awakened at once
>she starts to shake and hoofy kick once more, and her hips start to shift and squirm
>wriggling her naughty butt in small agonized circles
>tail dock spasming

>You keep spanking
>and spanking...
>and spanking...
>in a trance, hypnotized by the dancing red rump in front of you

>...until you feel the weight of the switch suddenly lighten in your grasp.
>**THHWICK-crack!**

>>42866771
>Before you can process it, the top half of the switch clatters to the floorboards
>its splintered end jagged and raw where the wood grain tore apart under relentless force.
>The remaining piece in your hand unravels like wet parchment, bark peeling away in limp ribbons
>revealing the pale, fibrous sinews beneath.
>Apple Bloom’s sobbing continues uninterrupted, her body still tensed for another stroke...
>another stroke that will never come.

>Silence floods the kitchen, thick and disorienting.
>Sweat drips from your brow onto the ruined switch as you blink down at it
>your fingers twitch around the frayed remains as you stare at it like you’ve just woken from a trance.

>The sight of Apple Bloom’s ravaged backside swims into focus
>her inflamed scarlet stripes seemingly pulsing with each shuddering sob
>her body slick with sweat
>her entire hindquarters quivering like a plucked guitar string.
>Her tail trembles limply in your grasp, its fur damp and tangled

>Alright.
>Now, the spanking is finally over.
>You've had your fun...
>for now...

>"Alright," you murmur
>your voice scrapes your throat raw
>like you haven’t spoken in hours.
>The realization shudders through her when you finally release her tail
>letting her hips fall with a "whump" on the couch arm
>tail drooping over her welted cheeks like a wilted flag.
>She doesn’t move
>just stays slumped there, her breath hitching between exhausted whimpers.

>"Ok Apple Bloom," you say simply, "It is time for you to go to the corner now."
>the words are too heavy for the air between you.
>you even see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle peek over their shoulders from their own corners
>their eyes round with horrified awe.
>Apple Bloom sniffles once
>twice
>then...

>"Y-Yesss s-s-sirrrr..."

>slides bonelessly off the armrest
>her legs folding under her like a newborn foal’s as she staggers upright.
>Her gait is a drunken stumble
>her hindquarters twitching with every step
>her hooves hesitating as if the floor might burn her.

>When she reaches the corner
>she presses her forehead to the wallpaper with a quiet, defeated sob
>her blistered backside on full display beneath her limp tail.
>The welts glow under the kitchen lights
>each one a perfect, throbbing testament to her suffering
>her obedience
>...her stubbornness.
>her hooves flexing against the floorboards like she’s still bracing for impact.
>And you?
>You flex your empty hand
>still feeling the ghost of the switch’s weight
>and turn toward the remaining fillies
>your shadow stretching long across their trembling forms.

>>42866788
>"Eyes *forward*, girls" you remind them.
>you watch Sweetie Belle’s ears flatten like a dog caught stealing scraps.
>Scootaloo, ever the defiant one, risks one last glance over her shoulder
>her wide eyes darting from Apple Bloom’s ruined backside to your face
>and something in your expression makes her swallow audibly before snapping her gaze forward again.
>The silence stretches, broken only by the occasional sniffle or hitched breath
>and you let it
>letting them marinate in the aftermath.

>Your fingers drum once against your thigh
>the rhythm syncopated with the subtle *clench-twitch* of Apple Bloom’s welted cheeks as she shifts her weight from hoof to hoof.
>Sweetie Belle’s tail dock twiches and her tail flicks, but her red buttocks are still prominently displayed
>Scootaloo's breath catches in a quiet, hiccupping gasp
>her little wings occasionally giving a flutter, and her hindlegs occasionally tippy tapping out the still lingering buuuurn on her poor buns

>...They’re *beautiful* like this
>all three of them
>their punished cheeks glowing like embers in a dying fire...

>The couch springs creak under your weight as you settle back
>the ghost of spent energy thrumming through your muscles like fading lightning.

>Ten minutes
>you decide
>ten minutes to watch their agony settle into a simmering, throbbing ache
>to count every hitched breath and stifled whimper as their punished flesh tightens post-impact.
>Scootaloo’s legs begin an unconscious, alternating tippy-tap
>her scorched sit-spots clearly protesting even this minimal movement
>while Sweetie Belle’s hindquarters clench in adorable, rhythmic pulses
>Apple Bloom merely sniffles into the wallpaper
>her tail twitching every time a particularly sharp throb radiates from the welted crest of her cheeks down to her trembling thighs.

>The clock ticks louder in your skull than on the wall
>each passing second stretching like taffy as fillies fidget and you feast.
>Sweetie Belle risks a tiny, sidelong glance toward Apple Bloom
>her tear-streaked face morphing into something between sympathy and horrified fascination at the state of Apple Bloom’s striped backside
>only to jerk forward again when you clear your throat pointedly.
>Scootaloo’s wings give a final, pitiful flutter before stilling
>her own scorched cheeks dimpling as she rises onto the tips of her hooves for half a second of blessed relief... then collapses back down with a muted squeak.

>>42866815
>...six minutes left...five... four... three... two...
>one...

>"Alright." The word slices through the kitchen’s tension like a dull butter knife
>final... and reluctant.
>All three fillies stiffen, their ears swiveling toward you in unison
>their tails lifting, their crimson cheeks trembling with anticipation.
>"Your punishments are over, young fillies."

The collective exhale that follows is almost comically synchronized
>three high-pitched, shuddering gasps that dissolve into a chorus of exhausted moans
>Sweetie Belle is the first to break, her hooves flying back to clutch at her scorched flanks with a noise somewhere between a sob and a squeak, her hind legs crossing and uncrossing as she rubs in frantic, circular motions. >Scootaloo follows suit, her wings flaring wide as she dances in place, her hooves alternating between frantic rubs and dramatic stomps like she’s trying to put out a fire between her thighs.

>Apple Bloom doesn’t move at first
>just stands there, her forehead still pressed to the wallpaper, her tail twitching like a dying moth.
>Then, with a sniffle, she slowly, painfully peels herself from the corner
>her hind legs wobbling as her hooves creep back to graze the swollen welts crisscrossing her backside
>The moment her trembling touch makes contact, her whole body jerks sideways with a sharp gasp
>her knees buckling as she collapses into a half-crouch, rubbing her ruined cheeks with the gingerly reverence of a pony handling shattered glass.

>You watch, transfixed, as the three of them devolve into a symphony of pitiful whimpers and hissed "owies,"
>their hooves working overtime to soothe the unbearable heat radiating from their spanked flesh.
>Scootaloo’s rubbing turns into full-blown kneading, her wings fluttering with each desperate press
>Sweetie Belle...ever the drama queen...starts blowing on her own hooves between rubs
>as if her own touch were too scalding to bear.
>Apple Bloom just rocks slightly on her haunches, her amber eyes squeezed shut
>her teeth gritted as she alternates between furious rubbing and pained whimpering, her tail lashing like an agitated cat’s.

>It’s a beautiful mess.
>three thoroughly spanked fillies, doing the most adorable little show... hnnng...
>And yet, as you lean back against the couch, savoring the tableau, a single, traitorous thought slithers into your mind:
>*How long until they earn another one?*

>>42866816
Alright, still working and on a roll! I'm so glad y'all are liking this, I have been working on it since the last thread and I got some inspiration.

Don't worry everybody, Sweetie Belle still has her 150 spanks to go by the end of the week... ;)

>>42866816
It's funny to think that Scootaloo, the tomboy tough girl of the group got off arguably the lightest while the toughest and most obedient one among them got the harshest. Usually its the opposite.

>but your hand raises the switch again anyway, drawn like a moth to the hypnotic sway of her inflamed flesh.
I think Anon might have found a new favorite implement.
>delivering at least one swat per second
Impressive that Anon is able to swing that thing so fast with such precision at that angle.
>its splintered end jagged and raw where the wood grain tore apart under relentless force.
Surprised it didn't break earlier.
>*How long until they earn another one?*
Depends on how durable those rumps are.

>>42866818
She is so screwed.

>>42865831
Angwy Scoots

>>42864433
I liked a lot of this.

>>42864433
Are we sure these fillies can take it?

>>42864484
So, a lot of this is great. The dialog is all good. The fillies are nice and contrite.

I find the story way too harsh for the offense. If that's what you wanted, mission accomplished. Anon is having fun spanking the daylights out of the CMCs. I would prefer the spankings to be shorter or specified in the writing that each swat is less hard. It's all fantasy and fake, but a switch is a sharp, stinging implement. The fillies having strong thicc pony butts would be their only salvation. It's a lot to give a filly. A cane/switch should have a lot of variability in how hard it hits. You can have a long, tingling session with a thin whipping stick where each swat barely hurts at all. Each nip leaves a sting that you feel, but takes a long time to build. It can still leave plenty of welts and some long term pain. Hand/hoof is the easiest to have individual swats be sensual and low-pain. A flogger or martinet should also be fairly calm. In theory you can have calm swats with a brush or small paddle. Belt would be one of the hardest implements to control and give a precisely low-pain smack.

I loved this part and the part at the beginning where Apple runs off for the switch.
>You pause, letting her dread simmer, then *tsk* darkly.
>"Too late, little miss. You’ve been wiggling this naughty bottom all over the place."
>You give her tail a sharp, deliberate *tug*
>not enough to hurt, but enough to make her squeak.
>"So I’m gonna hold it *right* where it belongs... while I finish your switching proper."

>>42866816
I only skimmed the ending but what if Anon offers to massage their rumps or put lotion on them? I'm also wondering how their families will react.

>>42868601
The level of spanks in this story is what I would reserve for having a big party while parents are out of town, playing with fire, getting drunk and doing illegal drugs, causing major fire damage in Applejack's barn, and allowing and doing heavy snogging. Then lying about it. All in the same party.

And I would spank over a week or two rather than do it in one day.

>>42868601
You are right that it is way too harsh.....Anon is definitely a sadist who is very much enjoying the spanking of filly butts. Realistically, a spanking this long and hard would be big overkill, I agree! I try to emphasize their very spankable behinds in a vague effort to say "their tushies can absorb as much punishment as you can give them!" But I can see how you'd kind of get pulled out of the immersion, too.

Anon in this story is hell bent on finding as many excuses he can to spank a filly butt, and to *keep* on spanking a filly butt as long as he can. He has no other real goals in mind. He is not a sympathetic character... he's a very indulgent one.

But anyways, I won't wax philosophical over a spanko green on you, lol.

>lotion

....you son of a bitch. That's a fucking beautiful idea. I'm gonna roll on it!

>families reaction
....I'm workin on it...(he said sheepishly...)

>>42866945
In a story with a main narrator who isn't a sadist, that would be what you would expect! But not this Anon. He is the kind of babysitter you take out back if he existed in real life... as in, take out back to put a bullet in his head, lol. This story is veeeery overexaggerated self indulgent and I will freely admit that. Maybe one day I will try to write a more realistic one...

Rest assured though, those rumps are indeed very durable! And Sweetie is in fact screwed. Heheh

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>>42863010
Nice.

>>42869484
Cheerilee is experienced.

>>42870516
cute

>>42871192
Funny.

Gotta bamp

>>42871192
This but self insert as button

>spanks you to page 1

>>42872414
Good.

>>42871192
This but self insert as button's mom

https://twibooru.org/3667440

>>42873446
This pic angers me. Its otherwise great, but the diaper totally ruins it. Should have just been a normal spanking. Remove the baby stuff and its already so much better. I particularly like Twilight just walking in and being surprised. The setup could make for a fun story.

>>42873462
>This pic angers me
My bad lol, the original has less abdl in it
https://twibooru.org/2740971
I like diapers and femdom, so i occasionally make such edits.

>>42873467
I know, I was mostly talking about both versions, really. Its both diaper.

>>42873472
Dang, can't help you then. I was actually thinking about adding a bottle of lube and babypowder. But I worry the image would get too congested.

>>42873480
You could add a paddle or something into Starlight's hoof if you really want to edit it.

>>42873494
A good suggestion, might try it tomorrow.

>>42873494
added powder and lube instead
https://twibooru.org/3667490
That should do it, now I can have a proper clop.

>>42873646
nice facial expressions

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rump bump

>>42874611
This tells such a squirmy story. I bet her bad little butt felt every bump!

>>42875071
She got used to it on the way there... somewhat.

>>42872170
Would you react like he does?

>>42870516
teasable

>>42874611
Spanked ahead of a trip your parents aren't going on. So humiliating.

What if it's just a warning to behave?

>>42876399
Quite harsh for just a warning.

>>42875839
Yes.

>>42876399
>warning to behave?
Yeah, I'd agree with >>42876541. Spanking a foal before they've actually done anything wrong crosses into the abusive. Have faith...she'll do something to deserve one soon enough.

I'm thinking the whole family was busy preparing for the trip and Babs took the opportunity to be a little shit, gambling that her parents would be too busy to deal with her butt.
She was wrong and had to endure a long trip sitting quietly and obediently on a sore rear end.

>>42870516
Sweetie in the corner, already spanked, listening to the grown ups argue if she needs more in a few days.

>>42877204
And Rarity's giggling.

>>42878006
Last time she listens to Scootaloo about what an F means

>>42878734
A cloud would be a nice place to sit on post-spanking.

>>42878857
Great line for this in An Important Talk on fimfic.

>>42876927
Fine, what if a foal is warned they are on thin ice? One step out of line and they're getting spanked. Then the family boards a train for their vacation.

>>42879432
Different behavior in line at the theme park between thin ice foals and carefree foals.

>>42879432
>Then the family boards a train for their vacation.
A perfect opportunity for an embarrassing public spanking session in the train car.

>>42880614
No tears?

>>42879845
They tend to influence each other.

>>42880614
Perfectly shaped stool.

>>42842888
Taught in classes.

>>42878006
lol

>>42868609
Imagine a foal racked with guilt, confessing to something huge knowing they will be spanked. Practically asking for a spanking. Like DC's Fire Alarm story.

>>42881888
Only to quickly regret it.

ColtKit has some good spanking mentions on fimfic. The Oasis Matrix especially.

>>42883245
Link?

>>42883245
Never heard of it.

>>42869484
Thats a strong hoof

Parents are talking about why they are at the brush store.

>>42884237
And what are the answers?

What about spanking vulvas? Have a mare/filly bent over and restrained. And her pussy slapped with straps. Good for misbehaving slaves.

>>42884910
Not really my thing. It can be a spicy one time addition if the spankee moves and the spanker makes a mistake.

>>42884910
I suppose it could work with a spoon.

>>42884237
Imagine a group of parents talking about buying brushes for spankings while one random pony is just awkwadly there to buy one for frontend brushing only.

>>42885928
>I hate shopping at the spanking store but their brushes are the best for my mane.

>>42886303
Says the teenage filly who just has to buy the best brush for her hair.

>>42885928
Or another parent not going there for spanking purposes, but getting convinced to get a better-shaped one for buttsmacks.

>>42887403
could work with Twilight

>>42887403
The bristles are fine regardless, but we recommend a flat backed brush for other care to your filly.

>>42888484
Spanking wayward foals and dragging them by the ear to their parents is an important job for entry-level ponice officers.

>>42888836
Naturally, they even teach that at the academy. Delinquent foals can sometimes serve their community service by helping out there.

Of course, that help often leads to sore rumps.

Isnt it great how adult pony hooves are perfectly designed to perfectly fit on filly butts for spanking?

>>42889622
yes

>>42888484
her ass is fucked.

Tough pony does tough teenage crime. Trying to be really cool.

Goes before a judge.
>Maximum sentence is 30 days in jail.
>Bro thinks I can't do 30 days lockup. I'm dead.
>So 30 days is... agreeable to you?
>Bro literally thinks that matters.
Colt is being really brave. Tough. Toast of the town.
The judge smiles.
>Of course, offenders under the age of 25 can avail themselves of our Diversion Program... with judicial discretion.
Kid's public defender raises an eyebrow. She knows about the Diversion Program.

Colt would rather be playing Castlenite.
>Lick my dock hairs bro.
>Your Honor, what my client is trying to say is...
>Yo judge, can I ditch this lameo?
>Normally no... but if I drop this down to a Yearling misdemeanor it's not considered serious enough to require representation. Council?
Pain in the rump client, goading the judge, and she has 3 other cases before the judge this day. Any Yearling charge is lighter than the 30 day sentence he's looking at. Legally and ethically, the kid's council is more than able to say:
>No problem here, Your Honor. Motion to Withdraw.
>Motion granted. I hereby remand this case down to Yearling Court. Council is dismissed. See you at 2.
Colt's lawyer packs her saddle briefcase and walks to the door.
>Now that we are in Yearling Court, sentencing is solely a matter of judicial discretion. I sentence you to the Diversion Program, 10 Teenage strokes. Baliff will escort you to the stocks. Immediately following the application of the sentence you will do 2 hours of community service on the courthouse grounds. Upon completion of this sentence your records will be sealed. Baliff, tell the officer to watch for dock hairs.
>Yo judge uh, what's going on?
Click! Colt is now wearing a metal collar and being led on a chain out of the courtroom.
Judge smirks:
>You're a smart boy. You'll figure it out.
Lawyer watches the colt walk by. He stayed for some reason. After colt is out of earshot, lawyer asks:
>Can we reschedule the 2 PM? I really want to see him get it.
>That's what I was going to tell you.

>>42891088
He's fucked.

>>42887854
How she gets convinced to start spanking Spike.

>>42891088
I like to think that the Diversion Program is a new thing for younger offenders. Maybe it was Twilight's idea.

>Maximum sentence is 30 days in jail.
Lenient.
>Pain in the rump client, goading the judge, and she has 3 other cases before the judge this day.
Damn, sounds like a shit job.
>10 Teenage strokes.
Does that mean there are different strokes for every age group?

Any good ideas for Hearths Warming themed spankings?

>>42892523
Unwrapping a manebrush or paddle. Sneaking downstairs to open presents before parents are ready.

>>42892860
Either a warning trap or what they actually plan on giving them.

>>42892860
cute

>>42894197
Perfect for cleaning up Crimson Brush's shop in the last chapter. In this reality Diamond also has a change of heart and confesses.

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Does anyone have a certain spanking picture where Cadence is spanking young Twily? Its humanized and not colored and I think there was two of them. I can't find them in the boorus and it would be nice to have for archival purposes.

>>42844061
Rainbow Dash would never

>>42894683
Prove it.

>>42894651
It's human Cadance admonishing Twilight for running into the street. I don't know if there are multiple.

Did you check Twibooru?

>>42895350
Yea, but it wasn't there. I tried combining the spanking tag with both characters and monochrome, but it does not seem to be uploaded.

There was also one that looked to be after a bath, so there were two. I'd hate for them to be lost.

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>>42894651
This one? Sadly thats all i have.

>>42895674
Thank you! That is one of them. I can't even imagine where you found it, but I'll save it somewhere.

There was one other, if I recall it was after a bath or something like that. Same humanized characters and same-ish age. Hopefully someone will be able to find that as well.

>>42894208
And Sweetie gets to handle the spanking.

>>42894651
>>42895350
>>42895442
>>42895674
>>42895681
The second one was Cadence spanking Twilight OTK after what seemed to be a bath with a towel on Twi's back. Same age and humanized. It was bare bottom. I distinclty remember it, but can't find it, if it helps.

>>42896978
Cadence is underused.

>>42897053
Truly.

>>42896047
Teasable.

>>42897994
unf

>>42896978
Twilight moving tentatively the rest of the night as she reads and plays games with Cadance.

>>42899094
And the next day.

>>42894197
Sweetie does what her mom won't.

>>42899417
Wow, Sweetie's crying hard. And that reaction is through some spanks without the skirt being lifted. How is Rarity hitting so hard? This really shouldn't hurt that badly, especially from a teenager.

>>42901637
Is that a pacifier?

>>42902144
It's from a rave. She went out and danced and probably did drugs without permission from her mother.
>>42901637
Teens need their bottoms spanked to prevent them from getting too big for their britches.

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Anyone got a larger version of this? I can barely make out the detials on it.

>>42900949
She's faking.

>>42902645
That's an idea. Spankee faking the pain so that the spanker doesn't go any harder.

>>42902523
I dont know if she's enjoying it or not.

>>42903833
both

>>42902523
cute

>>42905304
As the final QC inspector at Pony God's pony factory, you have to slap the cutie mark into place.

>>42905304
my, she probably loves that

>>42905304
Why would you spank Pinkie Pie for?

>>42907417
She obviously deserves it.

>>42907417
At this point its faster to say what she did that doesn't warrant a spanking.

>>42908524
How so?

>>42908543
Cloning herself in Too Many Pinkie Pies
Making Fluttershy feel bad in Filli Vanilli

>>42908983
Aw, come now. Surely cloning herself doesn't constitute as naughty.

>>42891088
Colt cleaning the courthouse grounds with a spanked rump.

>>42910157
all the while the next trial is being publicly set up

>>42891088
As a part of his community service, he needs to help set up the next unfortunate foal's public whipping.

>>42910839
Lol, he has to wipe off the sweat and tears from the stocks.

>>42910916
Foal Free Press covers the whipping. Judge gets mad. They continue. Judge gets REALLY mad. Foal gets 20 Teenage strokes for Contempt of Court, even though they aren't a teenager. Yowch!

>>42910916
And help set it up.

>>42911434
Teenage strokes for a younger foal? That rump is screwed.

>>42913064
I like to imagine the CMC are sitting on a nice comfy couch next to them, eating popcorn with no small satisfaction.

>>42905304
Would.

>>42906858
Nice face view

>>42914790
Damn, Granny got strength.

>>42915201
and a big ass spoon

>>42909411
they should have spanked the clones.

What are some good underrated pairings?

>>42916229
Pinkie x anyone. Bubbly cuddly spanker is rare.
Anyone x student 6 especially gallus. He's so cute and pretending he's cool makes him cuter.
Discord x anyone. Really underrated is anyone x Discord. Either way he's got all those powers.

>>42916733
>Pinkie x anyone. Bubbly cuddly spanker is rare.
Spanker Pinkie is something I adore, especially if she gets to be as in-character as possible. It's extra interesting because you don't expect it. Derpy can be another candidate for this. Maybe Minuette. I wish there was more of it.
>Anyone x student 6 especially gallus. He's so cute and pretending he's cool makes him cuter.
They are ideal teenage candidates. A school spanking scenario could work wonders for them. Maybe have Pinkie do it for both.

our cute sister thread is up
>>>/trash/80253654

>>42917244
>sister

I archived my recent Scootaloo story. Made a couple of fixes and hopefully made it easier to read. Sadly could not come up with a better title. Any feedback welcome.

https://ponepaste.org/11658

Hope you all like it. Happy new year!

>>42917244
Those threads hardly have any greens these days.

Now that its the next year, what was the best story from last year?

>>42918609
Assuming the archive is complete, The Spanking Society by a mile. I kneel to how good it is.

We have some good stories written or in progress in this thread >>42862517 >>42864433 >>42891088 >>42918009

but The Spanking Society is divine.

>>42918009
Scoots rubbing her fanny before realizing her aunts are watching her. Holiday pipes up:
>Don't feel bad, Squirt. Perfectly normal reaction. If it doesn't hurt, I'm not doing my job.

>>42919373
cute

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>>42918445
sadly yes, btw have you come across any good diaper greens with lots of spankings in them? feels like ive read most stories on fimfic that has those two elements in them. anything green thats worthwhile?

>>42919907
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/64560105/#q64639815 has some in it.
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/60897171/#q60946718 is a spanking scene part of a larger story.
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/70168091/#q70301799 has spanking mentions

Thing is, most of these stories, as I noticed didn't get many feedback, which is probably why they dont do greens there anymore.

>>42919918
The Flurry and Cadence one made me hard, messy spankings are rare.

>>42862973
Unf, loving the green anon.

>>42919924
I like it more for how casual the whole spanking part feels.

>>42919373
always nice to take pride in one's work

>>42916229
Twilight x Scootaloo. Their personalities could make for something interesting.

>>42916733
I want Pinkie to spank Scootaloo.

>>42920977
Pan has a really old one. Paying the Price maybe.