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Skyehigh: in the pastebin can you credit me for writing the Bugmom oneshot story? I posted it as Anonymous but I wrote it. I responded to feedback for it in that thread while namefagging.

Or is there no way to update pastes?

Here's a single post taste of a short future story. The rest of the story is unfinished and I am going to rearrange some scenes so I don't want to post the whole thing yet.

Pic almost related

One Big Family

>You are the Wonderbolts' discipliner.
>In training, on tours, and during shows, they are like one big family.
>So it's natural that they have family-style discipline as well.
>Over the years there have even been some reforms.
>It used to be that the captain of the Wonderbolts decided which punishments an errant pony would receive.
>But the high-stress Wonderbolts work environment can cloud judgement.
>Better to delegate that to a neutral third party.
>You can only be fired through a unanimous vote from the rest of the team.
>If just one pony thinks the punishment you dole out is justified, you stay.
>Spitfire is usually on your side.
>Unless she's the pony being spanked.
>But in that case the cadets and full members are quick to back you up.
>This has given you great autonomy in deciding the proper correction for a naughty mare or stallion.
>It's not just spankings either.
>You can wash ponies' mouths out with soap for swearing or disrespect.
>Send them to the naughty corner if they just need to calm down.
>Early bedtime for a week if they can't make it on time to the team breakfast at oh seven hundred hours, sharp.
>and they'd better be in full uniform.
>In one strange case you elected to wash a pony yourself after her poor hygene was harming unit cohesion.
>She wasn't too thrilled by you scrubbing down her rump
>You threw in a whap with the bath brush when she got fiesty.
>She was an angel after that.
>Following her bath in the little washtub she got better on her own.

>>27500164
>#29
I think I miss some in between
when was the last one?

>>27501713
We're on a cycle: new thread every two weeks or so. Last one was mid-May. Check desustorage with the thread number in the OP.

>>27501080
Uploader said the OP image was supposed to take place before AJ became the honest pony she is today.

Lately she still lies in the show which makes me REE. Like in the episode last week with the boutique.

I created the forums to co-exists with this thread.
so check it out.

I also want to create a website for our Archive
Skyehigh's one is great. but its suffering by a limitation as doc base.

>>27501046
I like the concept
>>She wasn't too thrilled by you scrubbing down her rump
unf

>>27501046
Hot ass picture, hot ass story so far Pan. Love that "neutral third party" setup, it's good for boner

>>27500164
Someone get on that story idea pls

Ahh, here is the thread.

I've been very sick for almost a week, and I haven't been able to totally finish up my Cheerilee and Big Mac story. I'm starting to get better, now, luckily.

That looks like a good start to me, Pan! The bath brush whack in the tub, unf. I can already see the red spot on the bad mare's bottom while her flank is scrubbed.

>>27503679
Is mlpgeneral solely your website? Or is it shared between others?

>>27503704
>>27504136
>>27504763
I'm glad you like it! Inspired a bit by Bluejay's usual cycle of torment.

>>27501046
>>27504906
>Inspired a bit by Bluejay's usual cycle of torment.
I was wondering why I found it particularly unf. That would certainly explain it.

I hoped to have my own story (the changeling one) done in time for the new thread, but that doesn't seem to be the case. It feels like it's finally coming together, though, so hopefully it should be ready to post within the next couple days.

>>27504906
>Is mlpgeneral solely your website? Or is it shared between others?
Its my website.
I dedicated a section for it for the spanking forum aka \spanking\
for now
and I want to create a better archive.
but I'm not that good with designing webpages.

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Okay, since everybody else still seems to be working on stuff I'll go ahead with the conclusion of Rarity & Sweetie Belle's unfortunate story.

Story up to this point: http://pastebin.com/7G45MBZN

>>27505036
>>27505036
There are already two, isn't that enough?

>>27505102
14/26
They did not leave immediately. In fact, Rarity spoke up;
>"Mother...what's going to...?"

It seemed like everyone in the world knew Rarity and Sweetie Belle were going to be paddled, except them. The old Barbados woman knew...Granny Smith knew. Applejack, Apple Bloom and Mac all knew. The girls' Mother & Father knew. But as long as there was a tiny glimmer of hope Rarity and Sweetie clung to it. They hadn't actually been told they were going to be spanked so there was a sliver of possibility that this was all a bluff to get them to behave. They still did not get their answer. Dad turned in his chair, his face emotionless. No anger, no pity, no words just a slight raise of his eyebrows as he pointed up the stairs. The girls literally RAN to their rooms when he did that.

>"I'd like to give them an hour or so to think about this, but I suppose we'd better get this show moving along."
Hondo smiled sadly and kissed his wife.
>"Good luck. Take it easy on them."
She returned his smile and replied;
>"I'll consider it."

Both girls were on the edge of panic. Rarity paced her room like a caged cat, practicing the speech she'd give to beg forgiveness. Sweetie Belle buried herself in a pile of stuffed animals and wept for all the missed chances she'd had to be a good girl. When they heard their Mama's footsteps on the carpeted stairs they knew time had run out.
>"Both of you, out here."
The girls scampered into the hallway where Mom waited, paddle in hand.
>"We'll do this in my room. Come on."
Tears in their eyes, a few already running down their cheeks, both daughters had no option but to obey.

Cookie sat down on the hassock at the foot of she and Hondo's bed. She motioned for the girls to sit down in front on her. Both of them had shed their boots in their rooms, so they folded their legs and sat down on the floor in their socks, looking up at Mom and that terrifying paddle.

>>27505113
15
In a soft but stern voice Cookie began her lecture;
>"We're not going to review every single thing that happened today because this is not only about today. Ever since summer vacation began you girls...BOTH of you girls, have been disrespectful, lazy, selfish, messy...the list goes on.
>"Think about those words I just used. Disrespectful and Selfish in particular. Is that really who you are? Is it who you want to be? Girls, I've seen you both at your best...the times when you are helpful, generous, kind and a pure pleasure to be around. Isn't it nicer that way? Aren't we all happier?"
The girls sniffled in shame because Mom was right.
>"For the past 4 weeks your Father and I have NOT been happy. We've been disappointed at the change in you. You've made everyone's life more difficult, including your own, because of disrespect and selfishness.
>"As your parents we wish we knew how to fix you. We wish there was a switch we could flip to turn you back into the girls we know you can be...but that's silly. If such a switch exists it's not something your Father and I can flip, it's only you who can do that."

She took a deep breath. The girls were silent except for the occasional ashamed sniffle or sob.
>"What happened today was just the tip of the iceberg...but the tip of the iceberg is what sunk the Titanic, remember?"
She held up the paddle.
>"I am going to give you each a spanking on your bare bottom today, girls, and it will be a severe spanking."
They both began to cry harder.
>"Yes, that's the appropriate response because you're both in very big trouble. But you're going to experience more and more trouble if you don't find that switch inside yourselves and flip it. And you're going to miss opportunities too. Do you think we'll be going on a family vacation this summer if both of you are grounded? Girls, it hurts me to say this but the way things are right now your Father and I don't even WANT to take a trip with you."

>>27505124
16
>"Rarity, Sweetie Belle, your Daddy and I love you, that will NEVER change. No matter how bad things are you can count on that, I promise. But it's okay to admit that neither of us like you very much right now. It seems like you care more about the mall, and video games, and sleeping until noon than you care about the people you're supposed to love."
It was true, and they wept in shame to hear it said out loud.
>"Those positive changes aren't going to happen overnight. It's going to take work...from you and me and Daddy together. But I know you can do it. I know you can be the wonderful young ladies you've been all your lives. It's still inside you."
The girls had a lot to think about.

>"Unfortunately the first step is going to be a painful one...it always is. You behaved deplorably toward me in the grocery store...and especially toward that older gentleman at the checkout line.
>"Rarity, you're older. You have more freedom and privileges than your younger sister but you have more responsibilities too and one of those is to set a good example for Sweetie Belle. Your Father and I don't consider that optional. You are REQUIRED to set a good example for the little sister who looks up to you...but you let me down today. That's a big reason you will be getting a more serious paddling than Sweetie."
Rarity gulped and bit her lip. She knew Mom was right...but that word, 'paddling' just stirred up the butterflies in her stomach.

>"Sweetie Belle, you're not off the hook. Nothing you did in the supermarket today can be pinned exclusively on Rarity. You knew better than to try to carry 3 gallons of milk at once...I told you not to push our cart into that chili display...and laughing at that old man's expense was just as cruel and thoughtless as Rarity making the joke. Stand up, you're going first."

>>27505130
17
Rarity gave her sister a hug before Sweetie Belle stood up to accept her spanking.
>"M-Mommy, I'm really, really sorry."
The pre-teen wept piteously, keeping her eyes turned down in shame rather than raise them to meet the gaze of her Mother, whom she felt unworthy of.

>"I know, Sweetie."
It was all Cookie said before reaching up under Sweetie Belle's long yellow skirt. She hooked the little girl's flower patterned undies with her thumbs and drew them down to her knees, then, without hesitation she turned Sweetie over her lap and pulled that skirt out of the way, exposing her small, trembling rear-end.

It was the first time Cookie had used the new paddle, so she started cautiously, spanking with only the strength of her wrist at first.
>"Eek!"
It was enough to sting, and soon Sweetie was squirming and sobbing. It was remarkable how quickly the broad, flat piece of hemlock wood turned a pale white bottom pink.
>Alright...here we go.
Momma began to spank harder, lifting the paddle up to her eye level before swinging it down to smack Sweetie Belle's trembling cheeks. Her younger daughter began to cry earnestly...jumping every time the paddle struck.
>"So how do you like it, Sweetie?"
>"WHHhhaaahhh! I don't, Mommy, I don't! Ow! It hurts!"

Cookie had no intention of stopping this early. She put her arm around Sweetie Belle's mid section to hold her in place and increased the intensity. Sweetie screamed immediately, and tried to squirm away...to save her poor bottom from the stinging heat that only got worse. Only now did Cookie appreciate the workmanship of her new tool. This paddle flexed just enough to bend and wrap itself around the curve of her daughter's bottom, so that the force was distributed more fairly across her cheeks...not concentrated on one contact point like a rigid paddle. What resulted was an even shade of deepening pink covering the girl's entire backside.

At five dollars, this paddle had been a steal.

>>27505138
18
It was horrible for Rarity to watch. From her spot on the floor she could see more than Mom could. Her little sister's face streaked with tears and spittle, with stray hairs stuck in the mess. And though it did not seem like Mom was spanking very hard her bottom was heading toward a shade of red that Rarity knew would not stop hurting for days.
>I'm going to get worse...
The thought seemed selfish...and Rarity had been counseled that selfishness was one of the problems that had led them both to this punishment. She felt she should be pouring out her heart in sympathy for her wailing little sister, and she was, but it was impossible to forget the fact that her turn was coming next.

>"WHHHHHAAAAHHHH!"
Sweetie made no attempt to beg or end the punishment early. She desperately wanted it to end...she could not form the words though. Every muscle in her body shook in pain, it felt like the paddle was made of pure fire, searing her poor heinie every time it made contact. The burn was unbearable, but she had no choice. Mommy would decide when this agony would end...Sweetie could only bawl and promise herself she'd never do anything to merit a spanking like this ever again.

Cookie was satisfied with the results she was getting. Perhaps this was the Voodoo blessing at work...though Sweetie Belle probably saw it more as a curse. The woman had implored the spirits to see that the paddle was not used much. Judging from Sweetie's wailing cries and the look of tearful terror on Rarity's face Cookie suspected she would not have to use it again for a long time.

>>27505146
19
Cookie finished her younger daughter with a few swats to the backs of Sweetie's thighs.
>"WHHHOOOAAAAHHHAAA!"
It caused the pre-teen to howl in pain, but at least that was the last of it. Sweetie Belle usually liked to rest on Mommy's lap for a few minutes, catching her breath after a spanking but after a dose of this paddle she hopped straight to her feet, hopping around and crying as she tried to rub the pain out of her completely red bottom.

While Sweetie was still dancing around Mom summoned Rarity to the parental lap. She was bigger and significantly taller, so Cookie maneuvered her into a different position than her little sister. Rarity was bent over her left knee, leaving Mom's right leg to pin down Rarity's and prevent kicking.
>"Moooommma, *sob* I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
After watching Sweetie's punishment full, fat tears were already dripping from Rarity's eyes, and she had not even suffered her first whack. There was no reason to delay; Cookie swept the purple miniskirt aside, revealing chartreuse panties with a white lacy trim. In moments they were inside-out around her knees and the second spanking of the day began.

She'd been cautious with the new paddle as she began Sweetie's chastisement but now that she had a feel for it Cookie applied a little more force to start Rarity off.
>"Ow! Oh...no...ow, Ow, OWWW! Eek! Oh, no, please, OOOWWwwwooOOWW!"
Cookie worked like a painter, laying down a base-coat of medium spanks all over her older child's rear end before applying the real color. She was a firm believer that no matter how naughty the girl had been it was unfair to start spanking hard on a 'cold' bottom. Rarity was in for a severe paddling this day so it was important to give her a thorough warm-up before laying in to her.

>>27505153
20
>"Bhuuuuhhhhh, *sob*, ohhhhh, noooooooo..."
Rarity had known this paddle was going to hurt...she'd known it the first time she set eyes on it at the old mall. Her little sister's spanking confirmed this but now the teenager was getting her own education.
Mom was steadily building up speed and force, so every whack was worse than the one before it. It was still early enough in the spanking that Rarity could still think.
>Oh my gosh it hurts so bad...
>But I've barely even started!
Rarity squealed and wept but tried not to surrender to full crying yet. Somewhere in her mind she felt she should have something left when Mom really started burning her up. She had not even begun to worry about when the spanking was going to end, she was still praying for it to level off and stop getting worse.

By now Cookie was spanking pretty hard. Rarity's backside had achieved full pink, getting hotter and more painful with every smack of the wood. Her older child was more difficult to hold on to during a spanking, not just because she was bigger but because of how she tried to stay in place. Where Sweetie Belle jumped and squirmed every time the paddle, hairbrush or palm smacked her bottom, Rarity tensed up and tried her hardest to stay still. This was impossible of course, eventually the pain overcame her and she released all that energy in a big, powerful jump. It was no fault of Rarity's; she was suffering and had no control over it. Hondo had no trouble keeping his teenage daughter in position across his lap, but she was growing too big for Cookie.
>"Oh, ow! Ow, Nooooo! Please...please...OWW!"
It finally happened. Rarity could control it no longer and her legs kicked violently, trying to escape the terrible burn. She made it worse for herself, jumping forward just as the paddle fell. It happened too fast for Mom to check the blow, and the paddle struck WAY too low on her legs...almost halfway down to Rarity's knees.

>>27505163
21
Rarity howled in pain and even Cookie cringed. She'd been hoping to avoid that, but sometimes it happened when the teenager jumped. She allowed her oldest a short break to recover. At least she hadn't begun spanking her hardest yet.
>"There, there...I'm so sorry Rarity, I didn't mean for that to happen."
For her part the teen blamed herself.
>"Huuu, huuuu, *hic* I'm *sob* s-sorry. I won't move again!"
Cookie looked around the room for a solution. She considered having Hondo come upstairs to take over but had an idea.
>"Sweetie Belle, bring me that yoga mat."
The younger girl had recovered enough to watch her sister's punishment, so she hurried to comply.
>"Set it under your sister's feet."
Now if she bucked again the mat would simply slide away under her socks. Without any traction on the carpet she'd be unable to push forward. Cookie felt terribly guilty for not thinking of this ahead of time, but the best thing to do was continue and get this finished.
She did not give Rarity a warning, but started mild again and quickly built up intensity. Her warm-up work already done, Cookie Crumbles took a deep breath and began the main event.

Poor Rarity knew the worst of it had started and wailed in anguish. Mom began laying into her hard and fast, spanking her once a second...a relentless pace that set the teenager's bottom ablaze. There was nothing to compare it to...a blinding pain that was part heat, part sting and left awful soreness in its wake.
>"WHHHAAHHH, PLEASE STOP, NO MORE!"
The end was coming soon, but not quite yet.

>>27505171
22
Rarity fought and twisted to escape the excruciating pain...she really had no control over that. Fearing another unfortunate miss Cookie locked her screaming daughter down as well as she could. She tightened her grip with the right leg, leaned forward as far as she could without interfering with her aim and put weight on Rarity's torso to hold her down. It was enough...Rarity could not move an inch as the last horrible salvo of paddle spanks scorched her poor suffering bottom. All she could do was cry at the top of her lungs. It felt like it would last forever.

At last it ended.
Mom set down her paddle and inspected her work. Rarity's alabaster rear end was bright red, and it would be for a while, but bore no welts or bruises. The paddle had worked brilliantly, exactly as promised. Cookie still felt bad about the stoke which landed too low...perhaps it was time Hondo took over all of Rarity's spankings, as long as she continued to earn them. She would have to speak to her husband about it.

It took Rarity around ten minutes to regain composure. Normally she was so immaculately turned out that seeing her in such a haggard condition was a bit of a shock. Nose runny...mascara smeared...hair in complete disarray. Tears continued to run down her cheeks; her bottom still burned like fire after all.

Once everyone was calmed down Cookie Crumbles addressed both her daughters;
>"Now, I know you'd both probably prefer to go hide in your bedrooms until dinner time, but that's not what we're going to do.
>"I want you to go put on some old clothes. You're going to go help your Dad in the yard until dinner. This is not part of your punishment...this is the first step in turning yourselves around to be the girls I know you can be. You're not doing it because you have to...you're doing it because we love your Father and he's been working hard all day. He may not admit it, but he could really use some help.
>"Understand?"

>>27505180
23
Both penitent girls nodded emphatically.
>"Good. I'll start making dinner, and after we eat we'll all go downtown to Canterlot City Park for the fireworks show tonight."
The girls were shocked.
>"Oh gosh please no! Do we have to go!?"
>"It's gonna be so embarrassing! Everyone is going to know!"
But Cookie was firm.
>"Yes. Grandma & Grandpa are expecting us...all your friends will be there too.
>"We're going to put this behind us and have a nice evening for a change.
>"Whether you like it or not."

Once they had changed into old shorts and work shirts (Rarity had to borrow from Mom, as anything old that she owned was cut up to be recycled for other projects as soon as it went out of style) the girls went out to find their Father. He was in the back yard, trimming the hedges.
>"Daddy...umm...would you like some help?"
In light of recent events Rarity had dropped the snooty 'Father' and 'Mother' monikers.

>"Well yes, it would be very nice to have some help."
Dad's voice was kind and soft. The girls had expected another scolding at the least, but he'd heard his wife at work through the open bedroom window and decided she'd done the job well enough.
>"Are you both alright?"
It was the only acknowledgment he gave to their spankings. Sniffling and red-faced, the girls both nodded.
>"Well, there isn't a cloud in the sky. Great for the fireworks tonight, but you two need to put this sunscreen on each other.
>"And wait here, I'll be right back."

As their Father went inside the garage, Sweetie Belle looked up at her older sister in fear.
Was Daddy going in the garage to get something new and terrible to give their poor tushie's a warm up? Rarity did not seem worried, which set Sweetie at ease but left her confused.

>>27505187
24
Hondo returned with two wide brimmed straw hats for them. Rarity was flabbergasted when she saw hers; it was a stylish design, tastefully decorated with a lavender band and a single white silk lily. Her Father had chosen well...it was the sort of thing Rarity would even be happy to wear in public! Sweetie's was the same style, but sillier and more playful, with abundant ribbons and silk flowers.
When Hondo handed the gardening hat to his younger daughter, fresh, guilty tears ran from her eyes.
>"B-but...we don't deserv..."
He stopped her with an explanation;
>"I got these for you weeks ago, so you'd have something to keep the sun off your heads when you came out to help in the garden...but you never did. They've been hanging in the garage waiting for you all this time."

At that revelation the girls began to cry in shame. They'd been nothing but total brats all summer...yet their Father had still gotten them a thoughtful gift. This while his own straw hat was frayed and falling apart. Seeing his daughters' dismay, he gathered them into his arms and re-assured them that all was forgiven.
>"This afternoon is a fresh start, my angels,"
He kissed them each on the top of their head.
>"Whatever happens after this is entirely up to you.
>"Now finish putting that sunblock on each other and grab some gloves. You can start planting that petunia bed over there."

It was a long, hot afternoon for the girls; the work was hard and dirty. Stones and mulch were rough on their bare knees and each time they had to reach for something the material of their shorts stretched tight against their horribly sore rear ends. But they each had hours and hours to think about their poor behavior...and by the time Mom called them in to dinner both Rarity and Sweetie Belle felt the sweaty satisfaction for a job well done, mingled with the pride of having helped make their back yard more beautiful.

>>27505192
25
A few hours later, they were all having fun.
Hundreds of Canterlot City families spread their blankets on grassy lawns and waited for darkness to fall, passing the time with picnics, Frisbee games and visiting with neighbors too seldom seen. Throughout the evening all Rarity & Sweetie's friends, here to see the fireworks with their own families, dropped by to say hello.

Rarity and Sweetie Belle did not engage in any games...they were still far too sore for running around and rolling in the grass. Each had changed to a light skirt after their shower...loose, so they did not chafe too badly on their recently reprimanded rumps...and long to cover embarrassing pink marks on the back of their thighs.
As the night wore on though, Rarity's vigilance about keeping her skirt modestly in place slipped a bit, and when she crawled to reach for a cookie from the family picnic basket Rainbow Dash caught a glimpse up her skirt.
>"Oh, wow, Rares! What's goin' on back there?"
The sporty girl laughed riotously when she spied the redness peeking from beneath those chartreuse panties and the pink mark across the back of her friend's thighs.
>"None of your bee's wax, Rainbow."
>"Man...I might wanna join the Navy or Air Force aerial acrobatics team when I grow up...but you're already a member of the Red-Tail squadron!"
Rarity took her jabs with grudging grace though...even though she could have verbally eviscerated Rainbow over the sloppy mustard stain which ran from the tip of her breast, down her t-shirt and onto her shorts. She just scowled and munched her cookie in annoyed silence.
>"Hey Rarity, make sure to hang onto that skirt if there's a strong breeze...we don't want the glow from your butt to be brighter than the fireworks!"

>>27505201
Last/26
It was Cookie who called a stop to it though. She allowed Dash two more jokes before delivering a single quick but decisive swat to the seat of the laughing teen's shorts with her potato salad spoon.
>"That's enough, Dashie. You don't like to be teased after you've gotten in trouble any more than Rarity."
Her voice was gentle, but firm. Dash got the message and stopped.
It didn't seem to matter much that Rainbow had a small dab of potato salad on her rear end for the rest of the night...she already had a mustard stain on the other side of her shorts.

There was another witness to Rainbow Dash's smack; the aquamarine colored cashier from the Foodway was walking past, carrying a tray of drinks to her own family. When she saw the dangerous woman from the grocery store deliver a spank to yet another of her schoolmates she just froze. Lyra had no idea what had led to those previous three swats, but she wasn't sticking around to risk receiving a fourth. She held onto her tray tight, and literally RAN the other direction.

By then it was getting dark and soon the fireworks started. Accompanied by music from the expertly trained Crystal Prep Academy orchestra, rockets soared into the sky, illuminating the crowd below as they burst into bright flowers of light. The girls lay on their stomachs shoulder to shoulder, arms propped under their chins to watch the fantastic show overhead...both of them thrilled when delayed BOOM's shook the ground and everything on it.

Cookie and Hondo watched their greatest treasures adoringly, then looked into each others eyes. They reached across the girls' backs to hold hands as a huge golden star-burst exploded above them. Their daughters could be a massive struggle to deal with during those miserable 10% times when everything seemed to be wrong, but the remaining 90% of the time made it all worthwhile.

END

>>27505109
>There are already two, isn't that enough?
Is there one other than skyehigh's archive ?

Will read DC's story after some sleep.

Imagine Bluejay's "Routine" as one of the chores AJ had to do and explain to Twilight & Rarity in this week's episode. Would they have tips to make it more efficient? Unf.

>Applejack, you would create the desired effect twice as fast if you used a riding crop!
>My mom always used the manebrush on me when she was in a hurry...
>Twilight blushes

>>27505632
I'm not that anon but there's also Skyehigh's pastebin. Maybe that's what the anon meant.

>>27505216
finally an end to that story. I've been waiting for you to finish it

>>27505216
My fucking dick @ the epilogue's spoon swat. A no-nonsense mom spanking someone who isn't even her daughter? Yes please. Lyra getting away from Cookie also funny and hot.

Based on the domestic setting I think some corner time would have worked well. Then again it may be unrealistic and slow down the flow of the story. The rest of the stuff you posted today was pretty good. As always you excel in making it a story and not just fap fuel.

>>27505216
All those lines about the spanking "barely starting" and everything, are fapping fuel to the extreme

Forcing Sweetie Belle to put the mat below Rarity's feet was my favorite detail, though. Making it so she can't escape while also forcing an already spanked young lady to contribute to her sister's spanking, is just so fucking hot.

Love the epilogue with Dashie's wooden spoon swat, too.

>>27505216
I wonder what Applejack's reaction to Rarity's red tail would have been...

[The Ponyville nursery - part 01-11]
News anchor : "A Mechanical automated nursery has taken over ponyville , as most of local inhabitant are working there.
now we you are taking a look at ponyville town square, as you can see its a ghost town.
I'm Mic Looks from the manehattan's News channel gonna give you an inside look of these strange event."

Mic L : "and Cut , phew that went well"

Camera mare : " yea you did well , but look at this place its deserted, we need to interview someone"

Mic L : "Guess we need to look for somepony somewhere... OH! there is one! "

Applejack was walking in the town streets, the news team approached her for an interview.
two other ponies from the news crew got real close to her. the camera mare was sitting up the camera and the anchor stallion was getting ready in front of the camera.
one of the crew mares took Apple Jacks hat without her consent

AJ : what the hey!

the other one took a hair brush and started to brush her mane. as she was turning around to see who was doing what. the other one put some powder and make up on her face. everything was happening so fast she didn't have time to process this.
then they turned her around to face the camera direction and they put the hat on top of her head.
Camera mare " a little to the left."
the 2 crew ponies turned applejack a bit

Camera mare " perfect . Mic we are rolling in 5. 4 ... 3... 2 ..1.."

Mic was in in front of AJ holding the mic

>>27507605
Part 2-11
Camera Mare " Rolling!"

Mic L " we are now live in ponyville square as we found one of the locals

then he turned around facing applejack

Mic L " tell us , what's your name

apple jack was still confused , she looked at the mic and the camera. behind the camera there was the camera mare waving his hoof in front of her mouth trying to tell her to speak.

AJ : um I'm Apple Jack
Mic : and what do you do here in ponyville ?
AJ " ahm an apple Farmer and ..
mic interrupted her with another question
Mic L. " can you tell us about the nursery ?
AJ : sure what do u want to know ?
Mic. L " How about you tell us how it all started "
AJ " it all started as a small honest working nursery home. then those two good for nothing Flim and flam took over their business. I tried to warn the owner about them but they did not listen to good honest AJ.
it all went down hill when they brought down their fancy machine. now its out of control.
Mic L. " out of control ? "
AJ " ya it got a mind of its own"
Mic L : I'm kinda lost here - who has a mind of its own ?
AJ " the entire nursery "
Mic turned away from applejack and faced the camera
Mic L " how interesting ladies and gentle colts . it seems the machine has taken over the business. the nursery is running on its own.

then he turned back to face apple jack and asked

>>27507613
Part 3 - 11

Mic L : Where are the Flim brothers ?
AJ : "those cowards good for nothing , ran away leaving everything behind. the nursery is running by itself. and no pony was able to stop it. not even the princesses.
Mic L " have you been there before ?"
AJ " yea I was there. and got released recently"
Mic L ' what do you mean that you got released? doesn't the nursery work for little foals ?
AJ got nervous
AJ "no its not like that"
Mic L " can you explain ?"
AJ " no I don't feel comfortable talking about it.

Apple Jack turned around and started to walk away

Mic L " Miss ?"
AJ : nope I aint gonna talk

then she started to run ..

camera mare "And cut"
Mic L " That's some juicy story"
Camera M. "yea , shall we wrap this up and head back to the station ?
Mic L " no not yet we need to get an inside look of the nursery first"

The news crew went there where the Nursery was.
it was a huge building, right in the middle of the town. got almost no windows only one entrance.

there was some warning signs placed in front of the store.
Mic Looks and the camera mare ignored them and went toward the door. the other crew members refused to get in. and said it looks dangerous . so they stayed behind.

Mic L"ok I guess we will do this alone, get the camera rolling we want as much footage as possible"
Camera mare "yes boss"
Mic L " we are now in front of the mechanical nursery that took over Ponyville. we are gonna take a closer look of whats inside.

>>27507622
Part 4 - 11

mic walked toward the door while the camera mare following and recording him. and they went inside

Mic L " ok it looks like we are inside the main area. there are 2 arrow signs here. one pointing to the left with "Arrivals" written on it and the other one "departures" written on it the points toward the right. So let's head toward the right .

they walked into a small hallway then they found themselves inside a reception area. there was some ponies working there.

Mic L " now we arrived at what seems to be the departures reception area. we will talk to the pony that seems to be working here."

he head toward one of the ponies that are standing there behind a counter

Pony " welcome to Ponyville nursery how can we help you today"
Mic L " hello there miss, we are from Manehattan's news. we want to take a close look inside the nursery .
Pony " oh if you want a tour you need to talk to our tour representative on the 3rd door on the right.
Mic L " thank you.

as he was turning around. the pony whispered in his ear
"run!"
a hatch was opened from under that pony and she fell inside it. mic L turned around and saw no sign of her she was gone.

he was a little confused but then he and the camera mare went toward the 3rd door to get his tour.

>>27507632
Part 5 - 11

the door opened automatically and they went inside the tour room. there they were greeted by nurse redhead.

Nurse RH. "hello and welcome to our nursery , I'm here to give you a tour , shall we start"
Mic L "well I do have few questions "
Nurse RH. "well as a protocol I will answer all your questions after the tour is over"
Mic L " very well"

the nurse opened a door and told them to follow .
there was a narrow pathway with a huge glass wall. they can see through whats going on inside the nursery
there was a lot of mechanical gears and pipes running . some steam leaks ..etc
the camera mare made sure to record all this as they walked inside the small pathway behind the nurse
then they entered another section .

NurseRH. " here we is the foal processing area ,"

they took a look at the glass wall .
it was a huge pink room , with many conveyor belts going in and out of it. and there was 1 one long conveyor belt that run toward most of the room.

Nurse RH "In this area we take care of the foals , we first wash them .."

as she was speaking the room was already active there was a filly (silver spoon) there inside the conveyor belt, getting washed as the nurse speaks.
the filly was being held by mechanical hand , there were also other mechanical hands holding brushes , other mechanical hands holding shampoo and other stuff.
SilverSpoon was being scrubbed top to bottom as the camera mare filming it.

>>27507638
part 6 - 11

Nurse RH" then after they were cleaned we dry them"

Silver spoon got transported by the conveyor belt toward the drying area. there she was being dried by huge air dryer and then she was scrubbed with a towel. the mechanical hand made sure to dry every bit of place. her ears , her belly and her crotch all being dried by the towel.

Nurse RH" after they were dried we comb their mane. then we they head toward the dress up area"

The mechanical hands combed silver spoon's short mane and tail. then she got transferred toward the dress up area. where she was being pampered and diapered.

Nurse RH " after our foal get diapered they get transferred into another rooms for their scheduled activities.
Mic L" how many foals are currently in.
Nurse RH " the nursery currently handling over 300 subjects."
Mic L " wow that many, I didn't know Ponyville had that many fillies"
Nurse RH "not all the subjects here are fillies"
Mic L " what do you mean ?"
Nurse RH "there are some older ponies being handled here as well"
Mic L "how old ?"
Nurse RH "really old , like your age "
Mic L " they are here voluntary and want to get be treated like foals ?"

nurse RH " oh no , they are hostag..
the nurse panicky shut and covered her mouth. then she nervelessly looked back on top of the wall. there was a needle indicator there , the needle moved from the green zone to the yellow , almost reaching the red zone.

>>27507644
part 7-11

she gulped and said.
Nurse RH "our older subjects are here till they get released to their older family member."
Mic L" so you mean all these ponies here are taken against thei..."
the nurse muffled Mic Looks's mouth and hushed him "shhh..." while she was looking again at the needle
indicator on the wall.
he nooded confusingly , and whispered.

Mic L " whats that about"

the nurse walked away , then stood near the end of the hallway, she then beckon them to come closer.
he went toward her , she whispered in his ear.

Nurse RH "don't mentioned them as hostages or you'll end up inside the disciplinarium.
Mic L "whats the disciplinarium ?"

a camera that was mounted on the wall started to move to face them.
Nurse RH shushed and pointed toward the camera

Nurse RH "now we continue the tour , the next area is the disciplinarium."

they followed her to the next area. after a short walk into a hallway filled with gears and mechanical stuff they entered a similar walkway with a huge glass wall to show in internal area.

through the glass it was another huge area with conveyor belts going in and out all over the place. there was also a center conveyor belt. on the wall there was a sign name [ the disciplinarium ].
the room was already active, many adult ponies were inside along with some fillies.

the long conveyor belt was parallel to their walkway so they walked along with it seeing each stage of it.

>>27507648
part 8-11

Nurse RD "this is the disciplinarium. its where any misbehaving subjects receive their proper punishment for their offence. "
Mic L" are you filming this"
Camera mare " yes"
Mic L "this is heavy"

Nurse RD " these ponies they weren't cooperative with their programs so they got the Castor oil punishment.

there were 3 ponies in that area Apple bloom , Pinkie pie and Daisy Apple bloom was leaning on the ledge barfing. while a mechanical hand patting her on the back.

pinkie pie was sitting on a high chair, while a mechanical hand holding a spoonful of castor oil in front of her trying to force its way to her mouth, while she was squirming in her place moving her face way of it.

daisy was on the conveyor belt, the mechanical hands held her and lifts her up and put her in the highchair for the same treatment.

PinkyPie still refusing the spoon, so another mechanical hand can from her back and pinched her butt cheek.
she shrieked , but as soon as she opened her mouth the spoon shoved the castor oil down her throat.
and she swallowed that thick substance down. and gaged involuntary while leaving her tongue out in slack.

Camera mare was filming the whole thing.
Nurse RH moved along the pathway to the other section of the conveyor belt.

>>27507656
Part 9- 11
Nurse "in this section, they deal with the potty mouth ponies. any pony who curse or said something they shouldn't say they get their mouth washed"

inside there was 2 ponies Both rainbow dash and Derpy . they were being strapped in place a sitting position. a mechanical hands holding soapy brush , and it was washing their mouth filling it with foamy soap.
as the brush moved out of her rainbow dash's mouth she spat the soap out .and let out few cough. then the mechanical hand lifted her up and moved her back to another conveyor belt to be transported.

The nurse and the rest of the news crew continued to walk on the pathway. and as they were walking they started to hear fireworks sounds, and some bawling.

Nurse RH "umm in this section the nursery deals with anypony who were .. umm misbehaving"

there were 5 ponies laying sideways on the conveyor belt. their bottom were up and their top were down, they were all being strapped in by a mechanical clamp coming from behind the belt. their tail was being pulled up forcing their butt to be upwards.

the conveyor belt wasn't moving. from right to left they were
rainbow dash - lighting dust - lemon heart - minuette and rarity.

>>27507665
Part 10-11

the first pony on the right at the start of this conveyor was Rainbow dash she was just been transported here, she got clamped into position.
next to her was Lighting dust. she was laying there while a paddle was spanking her butt. she was being spanked at slower speed than the one on her left.

Lemon hearts was also in the same positions but getting a faster and harder paddling. but unlike the one on her left which was minuette which was getting the paddling of her life. the paddle was spanking her fast and hard, she was squirming with some tears in her eyes.

rarity was on the far left of the conveyor belt. her butt was well spanked she was sobbing trying to catch her breath.
the clamps released her ,then she was lifted up to be transported back into the main conveyor belt.

the other 3 paddle stopped. then the conveyor moved the rest of the 4 ponies to next position. minuette are getting released. while lemon heart are now under the hard spanking paddle. while lighting dust got the medium speed, and rainbow dash is now under the first paddle. another pony got placed at the start of the conveyor belt , it was that reception pony. she was being placed there , getting ready for her spanking. and the cycle continues.

The nurse started to move a head of them as the rest news crew was still standing and watching them.
Nurse RH " aham. the next section is for taking care of their sore rears"
the news team was walking toward the nurse . they were listening to her while they were still looking at the glass.

>>27507672
Part 11-11
Nurse RH "Here the nursery takes care of their sore rares. they first apply soothing lotion on their bottom. this will help for quick healing recovery."

as Nurse red head was talking rarity was being transported there. the mechanical hands was rubbing lotion on her well spanked butt.
then another gloved hand dipped two fingers inside Vaseline then went toward her back.
then rarity let out a squeal after the Vaseline coated fingers popped into her behind. then a thermometer was inserted inside her anus.

Nurse RH "after being lotion-ed the nursery makes sure the subject is healthy. then they get dressed up for bed."

rarity was put inside a green one piece pajama that fit it her. she started crying.
"anything but not green, this is worst than my spanking".
then she was transferred into another conveyor belt.

Nurse RH "and that's the end of our tour, there are more places here to see. but our time is up."

they headed toward the exist. the news team did exist the building while nurse Red Head was standing at the exist door.

She opened the exist door and ran outside.

an alarm sound was running. and 2 mechanical arms followed her and caught her tail. then started to drag her back in.
she looked at the news team as she was being dragged back in and said

Nurse RH "Please Send help.. we are trapped here afg..."
the mechanical hands muffled her mouth and the door was closed.

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>>27507605
As some of you may already know. this story was based on (picture related).

Also try to ignore the grammar issues. as I did write this story today. in past 3 and half hours.
I had this idea for a while and since the theme of this thread is Non-sapient spankers. I figured out why not write that idea down today.
I could have made included more spanking , but I wanted to post a finished story. and don't write 23 parts of unfinished story like my previous one.

>>27507672
Minuette getting whacked? YES PLEASE

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>>27507605
>News anchor : "A Mechanical automated nursery has taken over ponyville
Introducing the concept with a news crew is a funny, expedient idea. In the context it doesn't matter that there is no television in Horse World...it serves the story well.

>nurse RH " oh no , they are hostag..
the nurse panicky shut and covered her mouth. then she nervelessly looked back on top of the wall. there was a needle indicator there , the needle moved from the green zone to the yellow
The plot thickens. The writing seems a bit clunky, but you warned us about this. I really enjoy the pacing...and you're keeping good focus on your POV characters, the news crew.

> they weren't cooperative with their programs so they got the Castor oil punishment.
Side note; has anyone here actually tried Castor Oil? I know it's a common trope in those old WB and MGM cartoons that hooked so many folks into this fetish. Can it still be found in stores?

>any pony who curse or said something they shouldn't say they get their mouth washed"
>inside there was 2 ponies Both rainbow dash and Derpy
Now Dash is an easy choice for bad language related mouth soaping...but what did Derpy say? The mystery makes it seem even funnier...I'm imagining her losing her temper and letting loose a full stream of expletives.

>Nurse RH "Please Send help.. we are trapped here afg..."
So the news crew escapes...I didn't expect that.

>>27507710
>Non-sapient spankers
One small note on the language: The English word you're looking for is 'sentient'. Sapient refers to someone who is regarded as wise...like a respected leader or University professor. Sentient refers to a being (or machine in science fiction) capable of independent thought and philosophical self-awareness. See pic.

Fun story. Adult-baby really isn't one of my kinks but the comedy of the situation made it worth the read. Are you planning on writing more, or is this a one-shot? Either way is good; you closed the story well.

>>27508473
I can return to this story later.
The other 2 news crew , got worried about the anchor and the camera mare so they did enter the nursery.

Mic looks and the camera mare teamed up with Apple jack to rescue them and apple bloom.
So there's a potential for sequel.

>>27508473
OP here, I searched online before making the thread and sapient seemed like the better choice. But it depends on if the devices / plants have feeling.

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>>27505201
>As the night wore on though, Rarity's vigilance about keeping her skirt modestly in place slipped a bit, and when she crawled to reach for a cookie from the family picnic basket Rainbow Dash caught a glimpse up her skirt.

Should naughty girls who recently got a spanking be allowed to have cookies?
http://www.strawpoll.me/10352466

>>27507676
what the story did not have for fetish fuel for me, since I'm not so into that adult baby stuff, it was pretty funny and enjoyable to read! Loving that disciplinarium idea, a dedicated place where misbehaving foals and "foals" are punished.

>>27510641
Glad that you found it like that, cause that was exactly what I was going for. Silly funny story.
I feel like I should have added more spanking scenarios, Twilight, Trixie and Starlight should have been included into their own unique punishment scene. But I couldn't fit them in.
Maybe if I get to visit this story again.

But for now I have to finish my other 3 parts of the indie inventors story

I'm still trying to finish up my new story, but I'm trying my best to not rush the ending. The rest of it is pretty good, though, even though it's quite long.

I'll read these new stories later, too.

I can't take it anymore. I'm bumping with a quick preview. The ending is taking way longer than I thought.

(Later that night)

Big McIntosh was sweating bullets from being so nervous.

Cheerilee, in a shocking turn of events, had said she would think about it. Actually think about it! He couldn’t believe it, how well this was actually turning out.

He knew that no matter what her answer was, there was no hard feelings between them. It was truly hitting Big Mac just how much his wife cherished honesty in their relationship, and the realization made him feel beyond happy that she was so understanding.

But still, Big McIntosh really, really wanted her to say yes. He wanted it so bad, to finally go further than just reading about spanking in books and ruining some tissues, and fulfill his obsession on the mare of his whole world.

He was waiting for them in his room on their bed, having lit a scented candle and placed it by the bed for romantic atmosphere. It helped knowing that he and Cheerilee were going to have fun tonight no matter what, so that was something.

When the door cracked open and Cheerilee walked inside, he tried to put on a casual face. She smiled at him with eyes half closed, and batted her eyelashes at him. The mare was definitely ready for a long night, Big McIntosh thought.

“Hey, stud.” She smirked. He smiled back.

“Hey, Cheer.” He breathed out her name. He was salivating already. She walked over to him, licking her lips.

“So… Mack, before we start. Let’s just agree to a few things first, ok?” Cheerilee went up on the bed with her husband, and laid down next to him. She crossed her back legs.

Big McIntosh held his breath as she leaned in, speaking softly into his ear. She took a deep breath.

“Promise to go easy on me since it’s my first time? When you spank me, I mean.”

>>27512027
It was almost embarrassing how fast Big McIntosh’s stallion rod grew as soon as she sweet talked her question into his ear. He began to stammer, but caught himself before he could make a fool out of himself. He relaxed, and then nodded his head.

“Oh! Uh uhh, uh, I m-mean… yes, of course, Cheer. Of course.” He nodded his head affirmatively.

It was happening. It was happening! Cheerilee grinned widely, and leaned in to smooch him. He smooched her back, feeling her tongue on his. She went to speak softly into his ear again.

“And if I say stop, then do you promise to stop?”

She asked with a shakiness in her voice that wasn’t there before. She was still smiling, but Big McIntosh was observant, even when he was as excited as he was now.

This answer had to be serious, he knew. Otherwise, he risked losing this chance forever. He made sure they were both looking straight at each other when he nodded his head once, with finality. “Yes. I promise. If you say to stop, then I’ll stop.”

A drop of sweat trickled down Cheerilee’s forehead. She smiled back at him, but her unease with this whole thing was rather obvious to him. Even though this was the case, if she was willing to do this for him, then Big Mac was not going to persuade her not to.

Cheerilee cuddled up next to him, putting her warm body against his. “Ok. Then it’s settled. Soo… how do you want to do this? I’ve never actually been spanked before…”

>>27512050
Big McIntosh raised his eyebrows. Never been spanked before? Tonight was getting more and more interesting. “Oh, really? Not even as a filly?”

Cheerilee shook her head, giggling. “No. I never needed one, I suppose.”

Big McIntosh was surprised at first, but as he thought about it more he slowly became less so. Cheerilee was not a pony who seemed like she would have been an ill behaved foal, it only made sense…

He was going to have to be extra careful with her.

“Oh. Ok.” He said, and coughed. “Well, we could do it where you, you know, lay down over my legs while I’m sitting down here, on the side of the bed. Like…”

Big Mac moved over to the edge of the bed and sat down with his legs over the side. Then, he pointed at his lap. “Right here?”

There were other positions he could have tried tonight, but of all the ones he knew about, this one was his favorite, though he didn’t want to tell her that yet. The idea of holding his wife over his knee, just thinking about it, made his skin hot. He was a reserved pony by nature, but he was still having a hard time containing his enthusiasm.

Cheerilee looked it over, where his hoof was gesturing and crawled over to him. “Ok. So…”

She began to slide her head and forelegs over his right knee and pull herself over. Big McIntosh helped her climb on, and when she made it all the way over, he placed a hoof on her lower back and gently pushed down. Cheerilee looked over her shoulder at him, and asked “Like this? Is this right?”

Now that she was laying on top of his legs, Big McIntosh felt something that made him pause for a minute. She was shivering, not a lot, but enough that he could feel her shaking against his legs. Poor Cheerilee was willing to do this, but she was also obviously a little scared. After all, everypony knew that spankings were used as a punishment for foals first, and that they hurt…

>>27512066
“Eeyup, that’s what I was thinking…” Big Mac’s dick was almost completely out of the sheath already, and it was standing up next to her purple coat. He looked down at his wife gorgeous, shapely butt, a part of her body that he was well acquainted with already.

But not in this position, not until tonight, that is.

He took a gentle hold of her tail and pushed it away from her rump. Cheerilee’s face was blushing so bad it practically glowed like a candle in the candlelit room. He could surely see everything back there, and despite all of the times the two had shared this bed it was somehow more embarrassing than ever.

She moved her body a little bit over his lap, and she took a deep breath while he adjusted her forward on his legs. Her front legs instinctively curled up and grabbed onto his left left for support, while the rest of her laid comfortably on top of the blanket. Big McIntosh, though, was only focused on the soft, curved rump bent over his lap, jutting out from her position over one knee. Cheerilee sniffed, and calmed herself down with some deep breaths.

Big Mac, on the other hoof, was still almost in disbelief that Cheerilee, his own wife, was lying over his knees, waiting to be spanked. It was even better than he had imagined in his fantasies. Resisting the urge to give her vulnerable butt a big smack right from the start, Big McIntosh placed his hoof down onto her rump gently instead.

“Feeling alright, Cheer?” He asked. He wanted badly to start right away, but he knew he would break her trust and do her harm if he did. Cheerilee’s bottom tensed seductively, invitingly under his hoof.

“Mm hm. Y-yes… a little nervous, but… just let me know when you’re going to start.”

Big McIntosh knew very well she was making a big sacrifice for him tonight. She loved him that much, enough to do something she wasn’t sure about if it meant allowing him to finally experience the real side of his deepest, darkest desire.

>>27512098
So, that's the cocktease. I'll post the rest when I'm done with it!

Dead thread?

Page 9 bump.

Well, I guess I need to finish my stuff soon.

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>But, rest assured, this will be the 29th time we have created this thread, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

I'm working early tomorrow and most of the day, so I have not a lot of time to finish.

I'm still not going to rush the ending, but I'm posting what I have so far. I have to sleep.

>>27512098
He rubbed her butt in a circle, massaging her firm and round cheeks to help her relax. Big McIntosh needed to start out slow, even though he wanted to do the opposite deep down. Cheerilee’s heavy breathing came from excitement and the anxious awaiting of the stinging on her rear that was going to come.

Big Mac suddenly stopped rubbing, and raised his hoof, not very high and below his neck level. He honored her request, saying, “You ready?”

Cheerilee replied quickly, more quickly than he expected. She was so anxious that she was practically begging him to just start already. “Mm hm!”

Having officially received her permission Big McIntosh focused his full attention on her adorable flanks, staring down at them. He aimed his hoof, and tensed up his shoulders to hold his hoof’s range of motion under control. Then, unable to wait any longer, he finally let it fall.

His hoof smacked lightly down right in the middle of Cheerilee’s rump, clapping against her bared bottom skin. And just like that, Big Mac had finally performed his first actual spank, ever.

Cheerilee yipped, partly from the warm sting her hubby’s hoof left behind, and mostly from the surprise. She did a little jump on his lap, but quickly relaxed once the spank had been delivered.

Big Mac waited intentionally for a good pause, giving his wife time and holding himself back. He was breathing pretty hard already, and Cheerilee was doing the same.

The second spank was another light swat, on Cheerilee’s right flank. She gasped, and did a little jolt on Big Mac’s lap, but settled back down quickly. Big McIntosh felt her reaction, which made him ask, tensely, “You ok?”

Cheerilee was held firmly to his lap, and she nested her head into the blanket and onto his thigh. She nodded fast. “Mmm... yeah. Stings, but I’m fine… you don’t have to stop.”

>>27513516
Big Mac felt her dig herself in, and she became motionless on his knees. She may have been nervous, but she was also committed to truly giving this a chance. Big Mac couldn’t have asked for anything more.

He patted her bottom once, just to let her know he was going to start again, and swatted her another time, not hard but enough to leave a sting on her butt and a little tingle on his hoof. Cheerilee gasped again, but apart from a clenching rump, she stayed still.

Big McIntosh spanked her once every five seconds or so, hard enough to be above a simple tap but not hard enough to cause any pain above a warm sting. He wanted to spank harder, and faster, but he needed to be fair to Cheerilee unless he wanted to do something he would regret forever.

Cheerilee’s bottom was heating up, warm to the touch as Big Mac smacked her cheeks steadily. She was breathing hard, and “mmphed” and “owwed” whenever his hoof spanked the middle of her cheeks straight on. Big Mac settled into the routine for a little while, but decided just now to take the risk and speed up his spanks just a little bit, paying close attention to her body language.

She was tense, and her left back hoof sometimes tensed up and wiggled around in a circle right above the bed, but she was cooperating fully with the heat her rear had been given so far. Big Mac’s eyes were fixed on her rump like heat seeking lasers.

Cheerilee was laying down over his lap right in front of his rock hard erection, which was twitching all the time while the sounds of the spanking became a little louder. This was so much different from just reading from a book, or listening in through the wall. No, he had his wife’s bottom perched on his right thigh, curved perfectly and practically begging to be spanked, and this time, he was the disciplinarian. Not his Granny, and not his sister Applejack, but him.

>>27513536
Time went by and Big McIntosh was starting to feel the tingling on his hoof, as well as see the slight pink color rising up on Cheerilee’s purple bum. He could feel her gripping his other leg in her front hooves tightly, and as the heat spread over her buttocks she began to move her hips a little to the left and right, in rhythm with his hoof’s slow spanks. Adorable gasps and even a whine escaped her, and Big McIntosh had to take a deep breath to stop himself from going nuts.

He was starting to notice a tinge of light pink all up and down her bottom cheeks when, breaking him out of his zone, he heard his wife. Her voice was raised, but not quite a yell, more of a cry.

“O-Ok, Big Mac, stop, please, stop...”

Big McIntosh heard her cry just in time. He stopped his hoof right in the middle of a swing, stopping it just in time before it swatted her tush.

Instead, he set his hoof down across her whole rear and started to rub her rump instead, massaging up to the base of her tail. The heat on her now pink skin made a little bit of pre cum dribble out of his cock, but a frustrated part of him craved more.

He was a little bit ashamed that a small part of him wanted, more than anything, to just ignore her plea and keep going. After all, she was pinned down on his lap, wasn’t she? It was a fact that he was much stronger than her, and if he wanted to, he could spank her here all night and there wouldn’t be anything she could do about it.

Big McIntosh, though, banished the thought as fast as it entered his brain. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to keep going, because if he did that, he knew it would destroy Cheerilee. The mare of his dreams who was even willing to give this all a chance, a selfless pony with enough trust in him to stop when she said so despite her vulnerability, was not a mare he would ever hurt for the whole world.

>>27513557
He was lost in his own thoughts while he massaged her bottom. Cheerilee took the time to take a lot of deep breaths, as well as relish the new, softer touch of Big Mac’s hoof on her hot bottom. It may have stung, but it was unexpected to Cheerilee that, below the surface, there was another little part of her that felt hot, as well. And now that she had a breather, the pain level was going down, too.

Finally, she shuffled around a little, grabbed her husband’s leg, and said to him something that made his ears stand up straight.

“Ok, I’m ok… Y-You can keep going, now…” She stiffened up on his lap, and her rump stuck out all the way again.

Big McIntosh’s hoof suddenly stopped massaging. His eyes went wide with surprise, and he felt the hairs on his mane stand up. He looked down at his wife, who was looking straight ahead of herself at the wall. It was obvious from how she was acting that she was serious.

He paused, and then asked her, incredulously, “Wait, so… you don’t want me to stop?”

Cheerilee’s eyebrows raised. She looked back at him over her shoulder, looking puzzled by the question. “Well, no… not anymore. I needed to take a break… why, were you going to stop?”

The question was totally innocent. She wasn’t flirting with him, or smiling, or anything. Just genuinely confused.

It seemed, Big McIntosh thought, that Cheerilee was thinking something that he wasn’t. And that was the best news yet.

>>27513569
Thinking quickly, he shook his head. “Oh, uhh… Was I going to stop? Well, I mean, no… So, how long were you thinking I would…”

He let the question trail off into silence. He was still in disbelief that it wasn’t over, that she actually wanted to keep going, that she had EXPECTED him to keep going… he was in heaven.

Cheerilee’s confused face never changed. She asked, timidly, and with a blush, “I don’t know, honey… how long are spankings supposed to be? I’ve never been spanked before, so I just, you know, kind of thought… oh, I don’t know.”

Things were getting more awkward than ever before. Big McIntosh mercifully cut the whole conversation short.

“Oh. Well…… Yeah, I-I’m just gonna keep going, now…”

He patted her still warm flanks with his hoof. Cheerilee nodded once, and looked back at the wall again.

“Ok. Yeah…”

Big McIntosh relaxed, took a deep breath, and once again began the spanking. He tried to pick up exactly where he left off, both in the strength and the quickness of his spanks.

Cheerilee yipped and gasped again, feeling all the stinging from before suddenly flare up all over again. She had not expected to feel the same amount of pain as before so immediately, and she almost cried out for Big McIntosh to stop again.

But instead, she kept quiet, and decided to just troop through it. He had JUST started, and she felt bad about telling him to stop again so soon. It was already awkward enough before. She didn’t want that to happen all over again… she could get through this, surely!

>>27513584
Big McIntosh’s spanks now only had maybe a couple of seconds in between them, and the smacks were actually a bit sharp. Cheerilee’s back hooves rose and fell, not kicking, but still moving up and down. Big McIntosh noticed that, but he was over the first line of intensity already. He was not going back to the slow paced spanking at the start. Cheerilee gave him another short whine when his hoof spanked her close to her thigh.

“Nnya…” She clenched her teeth. Her gasping was getting more frequent, and her butt was getting much hotter. It was actually starting to hurt, but Big McIntosh was still spanking away.

Cheerilee’s reddening rump was beginning to twitch and move slightly on Big Mac’s knee. The pain was getting worse, but when she really thought about it, she could still take this. She had been more scared of it before, but not that Big Mac had kept her on his lap some more, she was more confident she could do this.

She had told him to spank her tonight. And that meant she wasn’t going to just chicken out if she didn’t have to before a full spanking, however long those were supposed to be, was delivered. If she had to take another break, she would, but she wanted to experience what her husband was talking about in full. She felt like she owed him that.

So, Cheerilee grabbed his leg with her curved forelegs again, braced herself, and gave her husband the reins.

>>27513594
Big McIntosh’s hoof was tingling quite a bit now. He was not spanking as hard as he could by any means, but as a whole minute went by without Cheerilee telling him to stop at his current pace, he was starting to pick things up. He spanked her on all parts of her butt, which was starting to wriggle, and his powerful hoof was turning her maroon purple skin to a bright red. The contrast between the purple and the new red hue made it look like her bottom was glowing. This, of course, made his dick stand up stiff as a pole.

Cheerilee yelped when his hoof swatted her left buttock right above her very sensitive thigh. Her hips left his leg for a second with a little bounce, a natural movement in response to the pain. Big McIntosh was hypnotized by the way her round tush slowly wagged from side to side while he spanked her, and he felt her hot, heavy breath on the side of his left leg where her head was lying on top.

This was getting to become a real spanking, slowly and steadily. Big McIntosh still felt like he was holding back quite a bit, but he also understood that he did not always know his own strength. Cheerilee was whining and whimpering much more now than only a minute before, and the time between his smacks to her steaming seat had become less than a two seconds apart. At first, every second that passed, Big McIntosh thought that surely now his wife would tell him to stop, but after at least a minute of nothing happening, Big Mac was finding himself feeling a little bit more bold.

He knew he was risking a lot with what he was about to do. Since her first break Cheerilee had been taking this spanking without a word of complaint, and now, he was ready to kick into full gear, using his full strength on the red but still very ready bottom lying over his knee.

>>27513601
Big McIntosh raised his hoof, a little bit higher than where all the rest of his spanks had come from, and with a full punishing stroke, swung it down.

When his hoof spanked her right bottom cheek, it connected hard enough for the sound of the loud smack to make his own ears twitch. Once the spank had landed, Cheerilee gasped, and let out a cry of surprise and pain.

“Ah!” She yelped. Big McIntosh heard the reaction, and it was exactly what he was hoping for. He raised his hoof up again, and in the same speed and strength spanked her left cheek. Cheerilee’s left back hoof went stiff, and another exclamation of “Ahoww!” left her mouth.

Big Mac waited for the cry to “stop.” But when a few seconds passed, all he heard was her labored breathing.

Cheerilee felt the next flurry of hard spanks to her tush absolutely set her cheeks ablaze. Her head popped off the comforter, and she arched her back, but her hubby’s big hoof kept her in place. She had been cooperatively still up until now, but when Big McIntosh began to truly put her rump to work, spanking full force, her back legs crossed, kick, and shuffled around, but it was useless. He was much stronger than her.

Big McIntosh was intensely focused, while his wife squirmed and shook her rear end in a wonderfully unintentional display. Everything else had been the warm up, but now was the real deal.

It had all come to this, from the first day he witnessed his sister Applejack getting it from Granny, through all of the books and eavesdrops and tissues spent, until tonight.

>>27513616
Cheerilee felt the popping sting of firecrackers on her spanked tail every time his hoof whacked down. She gasped and tried to turn her hips and body away, but she moaned with desperation when he simply pushed her back down and pinned her with his left hoof while his right continued spanking. Her bottom wiggled and danced all around, but she couldn’t move it far enough away to avoid the relentless spanks from his hoof.

Her mind raced. How much longer was a spanking like this supposed to be? She didn’t know how much more smacks her flaming tush could take!

“Ahh! Oww, Big Mac!” Cheerilee said with a moan and a cry of pain, “H-How much more? Oh, gosh, oww...”

Big McIntosh stopped for a moment once he heard her voice, thinking it was her telling him to stop. But for the second time tonight, he again misjudged her, and when she asked him the question, he froze for a moment.

A lot went through his head in a few short seconds. He knew she was only asking because she was reaching her limit, but he also still had planned one last thing before this was over, something his own Granny Smith had always done with his little sister to wrap everything up... the big finale.

Cheerilee was sniffling, and a little teardrop was falling down her face. Big McIntosh felt slightly ashamed at how very aroused he became by the sound of her gentle, quiet crying. He knew that this had to end, very soon. But he wanted “the finale” so badly, too!

Suddenly, an idea came to him. A specific amount of time, not too long but long enough, and then maybe she would stick it out until the end…

He said decidedly, “30 more seconds, Cheer.”

(TO BE CONTINUED LATER...)

So, that's what I got so far. There's still more, but I'm not posting it until it's done in full.

I hope it's been a good read so far!

>>27513649
I'm kinda confused, I don't know the reading order.
> not part numbers
> spoiled ending

>>27513814
Should just be starting from the Secrets Revealed incomplete story in the pastebin, and then >>27512027 starts the next part of that story.

All the posts go chronologically after that.

>>27513857
>>27513649
Can you post your story in the forums?

>>27508473
>Castor oil fetish
Lol, I don't think there's such thing , but come again I've seen many other weird fetishes that I won't be amazed if there was one.
I only included it in the story because I thought it will be funny to see pinky pie refusing to taste something awful.

As for castor oil itself , yes it still exists in some pharmacies.
It's commonly used for relief constipation and inducing labor.
It's really oily thick and tastes awful, horrible enough to make you feel you want to puke. But that's the old ones, new bottles contains odorless and tasteless castor oil . Which makes it more tolerable, even with that . It's still leave horrible after taste.

>clunky writing..
Could you elaborate, it will help me

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Do her parents know she sneaks out her bedroom window every night, goes to raves, sneaks back in and falls asleep in school all day?

>>27514786
There is a pony due for a good hide tanning. Old enough to sneak out to raves, yet still clinging to her youth by dressing that way. I want her mom to take her over her knee right on the dancefloor after finding her there. The mom flips up her tail to have full access to her daughter's naughty rear.

Turns out there's one part of her youth she DOESN'T want to hold on to...

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Inspired by >>27307061:

One Big Family
>You are the Wonderbolts' discipliner.
>In training, on tours, and during shows, they are like one big family.
>So it's natural that they have family-style discipline as well.
>Over the years there have even been some reforms.
>It used to be that the captain of the Wonderbolts decided which punishments an errant pony would receive.
>But the high-stress Wonderbolts work environment can cloud judgment.
>Better to delegate that to a neutral third party.
>You can only be fired through a unanimous vote from the rest of the team.
>If just one pony thinks the punishment you dole out is justified, you stay.
>Spitfire is usually on your side.
>Unless she's the pony being spanked.
>But in that case the cadets and full members are quick to back you up.
>This has given you great autonomy in deciding the proper correction for a naughty mare or stallion.
>It's not just spankings either.
>You can wash ponies' mouths out with soap for swearing or disrespect.
>Send them to the naughty corner if they just need to calm down.
>Early bedtime for a week if they can't make it on time to the team breakfast at oh seven hundred hours, sharp.
>and they'd better be in full uniform.
>In one strange case you elected to wash a pony yourself after her poor hygiene was harming unit cohesion.
>She wasn't too thrilled by you scrubbing down her rump
>You threw in a whap with the bath brush when she got feisty.
>She was an angel after that.
>Following her bath in the little washtub she got better on her own.

>On to the current issue.
>Surprise has been acting up all day
>She's the white pegasus with the yellow mane
>Now it's bedtime and you think it'd be good to nip this in the butt right now

>Surprise is in for more than a gentle reminder to behave.
>You're going to give her something to think about.
>She will doze off on her stomach with her tush still smarting.
>A hush travels through the Wonderbolts barracks as they notice you.

>>27515102
>Who will be the unlucky pony?
>They have their guesses.
>Which they whisper to each other as you walk through the rows of bunks.
>You stop at the last row
>Surprise and Soarin'
>Soarin's not immune to a good paddling now and then
>Whines like a colt when he does
>but as a senior officer he usually knows the rules
>Surprise is pretty sure she's doomed
>You confirm her fears
>"Surprise. You and I have some business to take care of."
>She eeps as you sit at the foot of her bed and beckon her with your right hand
>She's too busy looking at your left, which is holding the paddle
>It's military-grade
>Wonderbolts are a semi-military unit
>Corporal punishment is still practiced in the Royal Guard
>By the encouragement of Princess Celestia
>So it's some defense contractor's job to churn out a few paddles every year to keep up with demand
>They don't need that many
>Royal Guard isn't growing that fast
>But paddles that are used frequently get worn down
>And eventually they break across the backside of a miscreant stallion
>Because it "creates jobs" they even manufacture more than they need
>The extras get sold as military surplus
>Parents buy them and use them on naughty foals
>You've seen it done at a few Wonderbolts friends-and-family events
>You are thrilled you weren't raised on military surplus spankings
>And you wonder whether or not the Wonderbolts' foals realize their parents are still spanked

>Surprise must figure she's already done for
>"Please Mr. Anon, not that! Just use your hand. It will hurt enough!"
>She buries herself under her blanket, sinking down from her former upright position
>Bedspread over her eyes, begging for mercy
>Ponies really do regress to foals when they're about to be spanked
>Enough games
>You scoot towards her without getting up
>Reach out to her head
>Pat pat
>"C'mon kiddo."
>"Nuh-uh!"
>She just pulled the covers further over her head
>We'll see how you like this then.

>>27515116
>You navigate your hand around her mane and fuzzy head until you find her ear
>She shakes her head to try to loosen your grasp
>But you're too experienced to waver in your corporal duty
>With your thumb and index finger on opposite sides of her ear, you give the universal parental compliance device a good tug towards you
>"Ow! He-ey..."
>That coaxes her out
>Pouting like a foal, nonetheless
>Her little scowl is so cute
>She knows her seat is gonna get painted red
>With your hand still pulling her ear gently towards you, you shift your weight and get back to the foot of her bunk
>She makes her way closer to you, scooting just like you've been
>Finally, you're in position
>She doesn't want to make the last part of the trip, to end up over your knee
>You set down the wooden paddle, holes and all
>You pat your lap
>"Can't this wait til morning, Anon?"
>You're sick of her stalling
>You go back to pulling hard on her pointy ear
SMACK! SMACK!
>And you throw in a handspank on each rump cheek for good measure
>"Surprise. You know I'm in charge here. You know what the rules are. It's high time you had a little reminder of that."
>She pouts some more, but goes over your lap.
>You start lecturing her, well aware that she's hanging on every word that you speak
>"A Wonderbolt is respectful."
>You pat her backside
>Her wings stretch out in terror
>But you're not spanking her yet
>"A Wonderbolt is kind."
(pat)
>"A Wonderbolt is a team player."
(pat)
>"Rolling your eyes at being put on the "Newbie" team is NOT how you show leadership."
>"Why would anypony want to be a Wonderbolt if they saw the way you've been misbehaving all day?"
(pat pat)
SMACK!
>You're still using your hand.
>The real spanking hasn't started yet.
>"Answer me, young mare."
>"I- I- I don't know."

>>27515123
>"That's right. If this is how Wonderbolts act, I should write a letter to Princess Celestia right now and suggest that Her Majesty disband the whole force. Trash talking your own teammates? Is that the kind of camaraderie you had when you were a newbie?"
>"N, no sir."
(pat)
>"Is that why ponies come from all over Equestria to watch the Wonderbolts perform?"
>"No sir."
Pat
>She kicked out her legs for that one
>You're a little frustrated, so that pat was a bit harder.
>"I'm glad to see that we're on the same page. It seems we're in agreement that you need a spanking."
>"N-no!"
>She kicks even harder
(giggle) (pat pat)
>You pat both of her cheeks and continue explaining where Surprise went wrong.
>"As a Wonderbolt, you are held in the highest esteem. That esteem is earned with the understanding that horseplay is NOT-"
(pat)
>"...to be tolerated. A joke here and there is fine, but all day you've been gliding far over the line between fun airspace and cruel airspace, without clearance from Mare Traffic Control."
>You pick up the brown wooden paddle
>"Keep all this in mind during your spanking, Miss Naughtyflanks."
whizzSPANK
>"..."
>The way the paddle cuts through the air is something to behold.
whizzTHUD
>Probably instills some good fear in the whole lot of them
>The sound alone has a conditioned fear response in almost every pony here
whizzWHAP
>"Ah!"
>Surprise bites her lip.
>She can't last forever.
whizzWHAP
>Sensitive, shy ponies like Surprise get super embarrassed whenever they are paddled
whizzTHUD
>So they try to keep quiet and not cry like a foal
>That brave notion goes out the window within a few smacks
>For the most part,
whizzSPANK
>You're covering both fatty curves of Surprise's wriggling tush at once
>But you also direct the full force of the paddle on one glute as needed
whizzCRACK
>"Anon! I'm sor-yyy!"
>The sizzling pink paddle outline left on her white (and reddening) behind speaks for itself

>>27515131
>Yet the chastized butt's owner has something to add.
>You see her tears
>Some snot dribbling down her muzzle
>"I didn't realize how mean I wa-a-aa-as..!"
>Plausible
>"But that does not excuse your deplorable behavior."
>You wanted this spanking to count, but you don't think she can take much more.
>Still wanting to make an impression on her and the other featherbrains in the room, you fall back to your standby
(tap)
>The taps hurt more now, even though they're soft, because her rear has taken some punishment
>And because you are tapping with the paddle
>Her fidgeting backside is right on the border of the perfect color for a properly-disciplined filly
(pat pat)
>Surprise winces
>Catching her breath
>Hurts more than sitting down after a spanking, but not much
>Her legs go forward and back like she's treading water
>"I want you to realize how hurtful your actions have been today."
(pat)
>"I wouldn't be here whupping your rump if I didn't think it was the best way to get that message across to you."
(pat)
>(Whine) "Th-thanks, Mr. Anon, sir."
>"You're welcome, sweetie. A little more and we can move on from this."
>Her ears flop down
>Her eyes go wide in fear before she can hide that expression
>(gulp) "Yes, of course."
>She knew in the back of her mind that her punishment probably wasn't over.
>Those little butt pats sure were a nice change of pace for her, however.
wshhhSMACK! wshhWHAP! wshhhTHUD!
>"Waaah!"
wsshhhSPANK!
>There goes her dignity, just in time.
>"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaah! Oooow!"
>Her tears are really coming down now.
>"That was the last one, Surprise."
>"Wu-really?"
>"Em-hm."
>You nodded
>Surprise awkwardly scrambles off your lap
>Stays on her stomach, facing down, and reaches her hooves back to subdue some of the stinging in her hindquarters
>"I'll leave further instructions for you on the bulletin board, Surprise. Wake up at the bugle call like normal and then follow my directions.

>>27515159
>You get off the bed and head even farther into the room to gather up the lightningbug bulbs
>As you walk back towards the entrance to the crew quarters, you pass Surprise's bed
>She's still massaging her reddened rump
>Ponies take in her rosy red behind, illuminated by the glow of the insects
>You set the bulbs just outside the room and go back in for the last two at the room entrance
>"Lights out, everypony."
>That means shut up, especially when you're around
>You close the door and grab a piece of paper from under the bulletin board, which is right outside the Wonderbolts' sleeping quarters
>You grab the pencil hanging by a string
>Press the paper up to the wall
>and write by fireflylight
Surprise: Find a spare trainee uniform and wear it today as you would wear your normal uniform.
>You hear giggling and whispers in the other room.
>Not enough to bust down the door and whap some foals, but it's technically not allowed.
After today your punishment is over. I expect you on time for crew breakfast.
- Anon
>That'll show the ponies you mean business.
>And the newbies will realize you have their back, too.
>Just sometimes you also have their backside.
>You head off to your more human-tuned sleeping quarters

>That morning, you check that the note you left is still on the bulletin board
>Yep
>The whole crew must have seen it, Surprise included
>You can picture Surprise's blushing cheeks matching her pink tush
>Her muzzle, deep in a trunkful of trainee uniforms in the Academy
>Her front legs bent over
>Her rear sticking out as the star-stricken cadets gawk at their idol's paddle-pinkened backside
>At least, that was your intention
>She thought she was better than everypony else, so give her a reminder of where she came from
>And a warning to the Wonderbolts and cadets that rulebreaking entails a color palette change on one's tush

>>27515173
>At breakfast, you sit with the elite Wonderbolts
>Spitfire, Soarin', and so on
>Surprise isn't at your table, but she's been in the squad long enough to be just one table away
>You notice that she is wearing a trainee uniform like you asked, complete with the exposed rump
>She's wincing and shifting in her seat a bit
>You can even see the start of the pink splotches from the side
>The night before comes to mind, and all the whispering that followed
>"Hey colts, what was everypony chattering about after lights out last night?"
>Soarin' and Spitfire look at each other
>"Nothin'..."
>It didn't sound like nothing
>And that didn't LOOK like nothing.
>Surprise still had a spanking fresh in her mind, so maybe she would tell the whole truth

>You get up and ask her about what happened after you left.
>"Uh..."
>She knows better than to lie.
>Her butt knows much better than to lie.
>"Some'a the other ponies were making fun of me for getting paddled..."
>For Celestia's sake
>You look around Surprise's table
>"Is that true?"
>Silence
>Misty Fly pipes up
>"Yeah... more or less."
>"Did any of YOU take part in this?"
>If the table was silent before, now it was the Castle of the Two Sisters
>Everypony buries their face in their eggs to avoid saying anything incriminating
>"Thank you for telling me, Surprise. I was worried that you would be a grumpybutt,"
>you nudge her shoulder
>"But you are holding up well."
>"You're welcome... sir."
>Given the crack perception of all Wonderbolts, the ponies at your table are getting a little nervous from what you said at the other table.
>Last chance for them to get out of some punishment
>"Did any of you know that ponies were making fun of Suprise for getting her rump roasted?"
>Spitfire nervously taps her hooves together
>"Um... a little bit..."
>Soarin' facehoofs

>You whisper back and forth with Surprise on what she thinks an appropriate punishment should be
>They wronged her, so she gets a say
>And they wronged you

>>27515180
>Your punishments are off-limits for any light-hearted jokes
>In the rulebook and in your mind it's undermining the discipline you set, by adding additional torment that you did not prescribe
>You let the ponies finish their meal as you do the same
>Let them think about what they did and how they will have to pay for their crimes

>Breakfast was over
>But there was one matter to attend to
>For more minor infractions you don't discipline ponies at bedtime
>Typically you call up ponies to the front of the dining hall for a few quick smacks on the rear during breakfast.
>The whole crew is required to be there, so even if the spanks are light it is very embarrassing.
>Sets a good example for the other ponies.
>You walk up on the raised platform meant for announcements and the songs of the day
>You name the ponies due for discipline today
>"Rainbow Dash,"
>A few nods of approval
>If there's more than one pony in need of an attitude adjustment, you call them up all at once
>"Misty Fly,"
>Some shrugs, ponies aren't sure what she did
>"Soarin',"
>naughty ponies have to form a line and everything
>The Wonderbolts look around in confusion, senior members don't usually make mistakes
>"Spitfire,"
>Gasps
>the ponies who have already been called up are on edge
>their rumps quiver, tightening and loosening under their uniforms in anticipation
>You say name after name until every Wonderbolt besides Surprise is up at the front
>the Wonderbutts cover their backsides with their wings in nervousness
>you line up all their naughty rumps as they face away from you
>Not for long
>"Ten-shun!"
Their wings spring to their sides
>You stall a bit now that they feel vulnerable
>"As per the official Wonderbolts charter, nopony is permitted to poke fun at any aspect of a Wonderbolts' corporal punishment. Are you aware of this regulation?!"
>"Sir yes sir!"

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>>27515188
>You walk down the line and give them each one spank with your hand
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK...
>They recoil briefly but snap to attention immediately after
>"Are you going to do any more teasing about another pony's punishment?"
>"No sir!"
>They all exclaim the millisecond you're done talking
>"Any more foalishness like you did last night, and I'll have all your butts in a row right here for a REAL spanking. Got it?"
>"Sir yes sir!"
>"Good. You're dismissed."
>Surprise giggled with a hoof to her mouth, but didn't say anything.
>She knew what would happen if she did.
>The Wonderbutts walked out of the dining hall, all rubbing their rears in their own way
>Some delicately and stealthily, clearly embarrassed
>Others were like Soarin'
>Rubbing their backsides with both front hooves for all of Equestria to see
>Staying in motion thanks to their wings
>You saw your handiwork on Surprise's pink tush as she left too
>Sometimes all it takes is a red bottom to steer a pony onto the right path.

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That's it! There should be that "sleeping on your stomach again, eh Dash?" image here: >>27515159 , but I couldn't find the comic. Implied Spitfire/RD spanking in that comic, with RD's co-trainee from season 3 making fun of her after. It's not in color and must have been posted in one of these threads, but not in the last 2 or 3.

>>27515217
nice story , I really did enjoy it.
question .
were the Wonderbolts wearing their full flying uniform when anon spanked them after breakfast?

Does anyone else like imagining this pony being disciplined with a riding crop or other spanking implement? >>27480593
I don't think the thread is my cup of tea but I like some of the bondage gear.

>>27515260
In my mind, yes. Lines like this:
(First post)
>Early bedtime for a week if they can't make it on time to the team breakfast at oh seven hundred hours, sharp.
>and they'd better be in full uniform.
(Last post)
>their rumps quiver, tightening and loosening under their uniforms in anticipation

But whatever you like in your head is what you should pick.

The way I see it is the breakfast spankings are mostly to show that rules should be followed, and to remind the ponies that corporal punishment is on the table. They are meant for minor infractions usually. Major rulebreaking can be handled on the spot.

In Suprise's case, it was the cumulation of several bad deeds that caused her to be spanked at bedtime. Nothing serious enough to address in the heat of the moment, but too serious to wait until the next day.

As for why the other Wonderbolts only got one handspank and nothing more serious: Anon left it up to Surprise and she, being a veteran Wonderbolt, wasn't too hurt by their remarks, nor were they sustained that long. Plus Anon didn't know who said what, or who was the most guilty, so he opted for the great scare tactic of spanking everypony.

If you need more fap fuel, I think Soarin' was due for at least one extra smack because his facehoof >>27515180 indicates more guilt. This would have slowed down the story.

In the first post >>27515102 , I wanted a line like

Following her bath in the little washtub she got better on her own.
>And sometimes you combined multiple punishments like this too.

But I think the wording is awkward and slow.

>>27515188
Their wings spring to their sides
There should be a ">" at the start of that line. I hope SkyeHigh can add that in the archived version.

>>27515346
>I hope SkyeHigh can add that in the archived version.
or you could use the forums

>>27514786
>>27514814
Would she suck that pacifier during a spanking?

>>27514786
>>27514814
I need this. What would her mother look like? Maybe an underused backround pony?

>>27512098
Fuck. This is sexy. And Cheerilee a cute.

>>27513584
adorable!

>>27513536
>She may have been nervous, but she was also committed to truly giving this a chance. Big Mac couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Nice build-up.

>Cheerilee was laying down over his lap right in front of his rock hard erection,
Now that's something I'd have liked to read a bit more about; the mechanics of having a spankee laying right on top of the spanker's boner. I sounds like that might actually be (physically) uncomfortable for Mac. And how does Cheerilee feel about getting poked in the belly by his dong?

>“O-Ok, Big Mac, stop, please, stop...”
Sounds like they need to learn about safe words. A little well placed play-acting begging can drive the sexiness of a consensual spanking through the roof.
Of course, this is their first time so it makes sense that they haven't worked out all the details yet.

>Cheerilee felt the popping sting of firecrackers on her spanked tail every time his hoof whacked down.
Clever metaphor there.

One of the things that struck me about this offering is how I could easily empathize with both participants. Mac is your POV character, but you gave enough of Cheerilee's feelings that readers who lean more to the masochistic side (like me) could easily put themselves in her place too.

Small note; I have to agree with this Anon >>27513814 that it could have used section numbers.
I look forward to the final 30 seconds.

>>27514146 (Woox)
>Could you elaborate, it will help me
Let's use the forum for details like that. Basically it's the stuff you already mentioned...punctuation, spelling, grammar. It's a little distracting when the reader doesn't know where a sentence ends.
No worries though...we all know English is not your primary tongue, and being able to write fiction in a second language is already an extraordinary talent.

Thoughts on Pan's latest to come...

>>27504951
I'm thrilled I can repay any of the unfs your stories have given me.

>>27505216
So many little details that were great. I already spoke as anon about my favorite part >>27506116 . Some stuff in the parts from last thread was already great, like the public swats on the seat of their skirts and Granny Smith talking about spanking her grandkids. Plenty more great details that become apparent on a reread. The sisters lying on their stomachs to watch the fireworks. I also adored RD making fun of Rarity and the manner in which she even noticed the spank marks in the first place.

>>27512027
The parts you've posted so far have been incredibly sexy. My favorite from you in a long time, maybe ever.

>>27507676
I liked this. Good humor and some hot parts too. I only liked some parts of the image, so it's not surprising that I didn't like some parts of your story.

http://imgur.com/a/80USt

>>27517624
My dingdong is happy

>>27517926
there was even a story

>>27517624
This is great. Who are these characters?

>>27518442
some bat ponies from the bat pony thread

>>27513632
So this Cheerilee never spanked fillies either?

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>>27515217
Here's the Ohohokapi comic you mentioned.

Just read the story and liked it. I particularly liked the variety...Anon punishes in different ways for different offenses. More detailed thoughts to come but the board has been pretty busy and we looked due for a rescue bump (page 9).

Great stories, guys.
I should be free tomorrow to contribute something. I'm still figuring out the Pinkie thing.

A little prologue for an idea that hit me in the shower.

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It had started out as a great day for me. The sun was bright and shiny, the skies were blue, the birds were singing, and I had just helped to capture a filly! My promotion was surely guaranteed now, I had helped bring in the very first filly to be put on trial! Sweetie Belle wasn’t easy to catch, either. I had to trick her to get her to walk where we could grab her. But we did it! We brought her in, had her all ready to go, and then…well…

It all went down the drain when the door flew open. Miss Cheerilee, Miss Gusty, /and/ Sweetie’s Mom were all standing there. And they looked mad. Really mad. Like, madder than just normal mad. All us colts scattered once it sank in we had been caught. I managed to get away, and wiped my mane in relief before trotting on home.

Things really got worse when I got home, though. My mom was standing there, looking at me like I was a horrible villain in a cartoon. She told me Miss Cheerilee had called her and told her what happened. So I did the only thing any sensible colt would do. I ran. I ran like the wind, but then I tripped over my Joyboy.

Then she was over me, glaring down as she shook her head. “Button, I don’t even know what to say! I don’t know what came over you and all those other foals, but to do that to poor Sweetie Belle? You can just forget about playing video games for the next two months, young colt!” she barked at me.

Two months…two months without saving the villagers! Without fighting a dragon! Without farming in a valley filled with stardews! I had no choice. I did what I had to do. I bargained with great dignity, arguing my side with wit and cleverness.

“Please, Mooommm, not that! Anything but that! I’ll take a spanking, just don’t take away my gaaa-aahhhmmmesss!!!!! Anything!”

My words had an effect. Mom looked down at me, frowned, and then nodded.

“Alright. If you’re sure, then don’t go straight to bed after your bath. We’ll take care of it then.” She said.

Oh sun, what did I get myself into?

>>27520663
>Buttons and her mom
Fuck yes. You have my atention.

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>>27515346
we need more kinky riding crop

>>27521310
We need more kinky anything!

Hootttt pose there Spitfire

>>27520663
You got Button's voice down well. Can't wait to hear what he sounds like when he's getting his ass lit up. Good work so far!

>>27513632
Cheerilee breathed hard, and her bottom cheeks tensed up when he made the pronouncement. Her rump so far had really been spanked pretty thoroughly, and 30 more seconds still seemed like a long time for her sore butt.

But she nodded her head and decided to experience the last bit of time over her husband’s lap. She didn’t want to quit, not with only 30 seconds left. “O-Ok…”

That was all she said, before she submitted to the last half minute, with a little whine. Big McIntosh heard her tell him it was alright, and just like that his mind went racing forward.

He felt her flaming hot rump with his hoof when he aimed, raised his right leg foreleg high, and started the rapid, hard 30 second spanking finale for her poor, sorry bottom cheeks.

Cheerilee panted for the first three spanks, but when the fourth landed she began to yelp, cry out, and holler. She bucked her hips away from his body, but he was just too strong, and he grabbed her bottom to push it back down onto his lap.

Cheerilee moaned loudly when his hoof swatted her sit spots. She arched her back, trying to pull away from his constantly swatting hoof, but she only served to push her bottom out further in a sharper arc instead, totally exposing the whole curves of her fiery red rump. Big McIntosh counted fifteen seconds, half the time gone, but he kept up the pace.

>>27521988
“Oh, Ooow! OWWOWW! Uh, ahhah!” Cheerilee’s eyes were filled with tears, but she didn’t tell him to stop. She panted and cried while her hubby’s hoof made her bottom dance, and her whole face turned deep red along with her tanned tush.

Big McIntosh’s thighs felt hot from the warmth coming from Cheerilee’s skin, but he was also feeling something else along with the heat. A shiny spot was starting to form, on the blanket… and on his leg.
25 seconds. Only five left…

Big Mac gave her five extra hard spanks, one for each second right on the middle of her butt. Cheerilee cried out loudly for each one, jumping and squirming cutely on his knees, but she went limp on his lap when he finally finished the spanking, and rested his hoof on her firm, flaming tush.

“Ahh, oh, owww…” Cheerilee moaned with a little kick of her hoof. Big McIntosh was intoxicated by the amount of heat he could feel on her punished cheeks, which were redder than the color of his coat. He had no idea how long he spanked her for, but it must have been a very long time.

He also realized that he could smell her, the scent from between her legs. Cheerilee was still panting, and twitching her bottom in a circle. Big McIntosh began to rub her rear end in the opposite direction, and she gasped hard.

“Cheer? Are you ok, honey bun?” He asked her in a soft voice. His dear wife was still in the same position on his knees, red butt jutting out.

But then, when his hoof rubbed her rear just above her thighs, Big McIntosh felt something on his hoof. When he turned it to look, he saw a shiny, sticky wet spot.

>>27522004
Cheerilee spread her back legs, and her pinned down tail tried to move with Big McIntosh’s hoof on top of it. His dick was harder than a stone, and nearly bursting with pressure held up, but it still hadn’t experienced full satisfaction… until she huffed and puffed out a desperate plea on his lap.

“Ohhh, please… make love to me, Big Mac! Pleaaase!” She said while she wiggled her well spanked rump back and forth, to entice him. Her pussy was even more on fire than her reddened rear, and it was dripping everywhere. It was obvious just how desperate Cheerilee was.

Big McIntosh was, actually, desperate too. And that was why he didn’t hesitate. Powerfully, he picked her much smaller body up from his lap, and with a little squeak from her, he put her down on her back on top of the bed and laid down on top of her.

Warmth from her tanned red tush trapped between their hips, Big Mac wildly humped his dear wife Cheerilee’s brains out while she moaned and cried out his name, his powerful back legs smacking against her bottom over and over again in another unplanned spanking to her sore, flaming butt.

(One hour later)

Cheerilee was exhausted, and she fell asleep soon after their night of amazing, passionate sex had ended. A big switch up, since Big McIntosh was usually the one asleep first.

>>27522017
He couldn’t fall asleep. The whole night’s remembrance wouldn’t let him close his eyes and relax at all. More than once he thought about if it was maybe all just one, big dream, a lifelong fantasy played out in the most orgasmic dream he had ever had, but nothing else more.

But when he cuddled his darling wife Cheerilee to himself, he knew it wasn’t a dream once his hoof drifted down, to touch her steaming hot rear end, burning to the touch thanks to his tingling hoof’s many, many swats.

Against all odds, she hadn’t just tried it out for him. She had tried it out, and it had led to tonight, a moment he would never forget with the most beautiful mare in the whole world. Big Mac silently cried while he squeezed her dead tired body in a big, teddy bear hug.

There was going to be a lot to come for the two of them in the future. And it was all thanks to the strength of their relationship, to agree to just be… honest.

Big Mac finally got to sleep after his eyes slowly closed, smiling peacefully.

The End...

With many sequels to come.

>>27515102 (Pan's Wonderbolt story)
>You are the Wonderbolts' discipliner.
A Wonderbolt story is one sure way to grab my attention. As an IRL Air Force vet I'm pleasantly surprised that the show acknowledges the existence of a military in happy horse world (and why not? Certainly many of the little girls in their target audience have parents/siblings/relatives in the services). A fetish-fic about the E.U.P. forces? Bonus.

>Spitfire is usually on your side.
>Unless she's the pony being spanked.
>But in that case the cadets and full members are quick to back you up.
A little comeuppance for the Boss Mare? Yeah, I can see some cadets getting satisfaction from that.

>nip this in the butt right now
Clever malapropism.

>It's some defense contractor's job to churn out a few paddles every year to keep up with demand
I can imagine an ornate sign hanging in some Canterlot shop window "Purveyor to Her Majesty's forces".

>The extras get sold as military surplus
>Parents buy them and use them on naughty foals
That gets me wondering, would a foal consider that something cool, that he or she would brag to their friends about; "My Mom & Pop got an Official Wonderbolts paddle! Just like the real thing!", or would it be doubly terrifying to them?

>"Please Mr. Anon, not that! Just use your hand. It will hurt enough!"
Wait...Anon is human? Up to this point I was picturing an older Wonderbolt, semi-retired, no longer flying but still active in training and...other roles.
>"C'mon kiddo."
That line at least re-enforces the idea of a palpable age gap.

>"I'm glad to see that we're on the same page. It seems we're in agreement that you need a spanking."
>"N-no!"
I love how Anon's lecture leads her to a conclusion she doesn't want to reach.

>"Rainbow Dash,"
>A few nods of approval
I can imagine her thinking "Ugh...again!?"

>You walk down the line and give them each one spank with your hand
As I said in my previous post, I like how this punishment was minor. Nicely done.

>>27522054
Worth the wait.

>>27522209
>an IRL Air Force vet
You should write a military story.
Royal guards or Wonder Bolts.

>>27522209
Thanks for the feedback.
>EUP
I didnt really reference any episodes while writing this one. I looked up names but that's about it. Maybe I should have, but I just went from whatever shit I remembered and filled in the gaps with what felt right. Took way too fucking long to write the damn thing, and now that I posted it I see all kinds of "errors" (as perhaps all writefags do) that were not obvious in my multiple proofreads.

Hopefully if anon is too cruel he would be fired (and court martialled). I tried to convey that in the story. But if he's reasonable (in this fictional fantasy land) then the ponies grudgingly take their licks because they know it's best for them. That's hot, you see. Maybe unanimous is too extreme to be a practical check on anon's power.

I thought things were nipped in the butt for a long time, and it was just politeness that made people say "bud". The polite version made no sense to me until I looked up the entomology. (More perplexing is the debate between butt naked and buck naked...)

It would be terrifying. supposedly it's good enough for adults in the military. A snot nosed foal doesn't stand a chance. Wonder bolts being a small part of the military and corporal punishment being used across the whole armed forces, I don't think the bolts get a special model just for them. It's standard military issue.

And, maybe this is a flaw in the story, but it's not clear that these punishments are known to those outside the wonderbolts. Hence anon wondering if the foals of wonder bolts realize their parents get spanked too. potential for a parent and foal acting up and both being spanked at the same event, one after the other?

Human vs horse: normally I lean heavily on horse, because
>no hooves
But I liked having anon tug on an ear as a human would . You can hoof wave it away with cartoon magic but you can't write out specifically how it works in text , which is what I wanted to do with that line.

(Continued tbd)

>>27520663
Give that colt a whoopin!

>>27515159
Oh you and your butt pats, Pan

>>27525482
>after the 6th slap, Glowy lost control over her body collapsing on the bed, creaming herself and spraying urine over the bedsheets

>>27521988 (Zad)
>She arched her back, trying to pull away from his constantly swatting hoof, but she only served to push her bottom out further in a sharper arc
These lines detailing the physical mechanics of what's going on are hard to write, and work into the flow of the story, but they do help a lot when forming a mental picture of what's going on.

>Big McIntosh was intoxicated by the amount of heat he could feel on her punished cheeks,
Killer line there. You can imagine them both getting dizzy with euphoria.

>(One hour later)
That's kind of a clumsy way to handle the time skip. The post wasn't anywhere near character limit (1306 by my count), I think working that information into a sentence (or deferring that line to the next post) may have served the flow of the scene better.

>There was going to be a lot to come for the two of them in the future.
>With many sequels to come.
That ending makes me wonder what Cheerilee's kinks are, and how she'll work them into their sexytime when it's her turn to choose the game.
It took 3 installments and a few weeks, but well worth waiting for, Zad. Hopefully it will inspire more sexy spankings, which we writefags have been leaning away from lately.

>>27525482 (Woox's new art)
Didn't even know you were working on this. It's a step-up in complexity from your previous backgrounds. I can't exactly figure out how a non-Unicorn is using magic, but who cares, it's cute and hot.
Only critique; her room seems a little too clean for a teenager...is that the age you're imagining her?

>>27526000
>teenager.
Well yes
If you were here (in mlp) i made that age chart thinggy that started many debates here and in equestraDaily .
Basically her model looks like she's a young adult. At least that's how I pictured her.

>earth pony
Well sorry that I didn't clarify. It's not finished, as I didn't have much time on my hands today.
Someone posted earlier that her mother was spanking her for sneaking out.
I didn't have time to draw her standing next to her on the bed, using her unicorn magic lifting the belt.

This is only the second part of the story, the real story begins after this.

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It was a cloudy, overcast evening. I had taken my bath, eaten my dinner, and was slowly climbing the stairs to my bedroom, knowing certain doom awaited my flank when I got there. So I was taking my sweet time. If it was gonna happen, I wanted to wait as long as possible. Maybe Mom would get tired and go to sleep if I just stalled for long enough! It could happen…

“Button!” her voice called out, sealing my impending execution. I decided not to make her angrier and rushed into my bedroom, only to find her sitting on the bed with her hairbrush sitting right next to her. I paled She’d never used the hairbrush on me before. Maybe it was a bluff…I hoped it was a bluff.

Mom was patting her leg, so I gulped and hurried over, climbing up next to her and giving her a big hug and a kiss. “I love you, Mom!” I said, hoping it might soften the upcoming blows.
No such luck. “I love you too, sweetie, but you asked me to spank you, and I’m going to. Now, get down where you need to be, and let’s get this over with.” She told me, kissing my cheek back. When I showed no sign of moving, she gently grabbed me and laid me down, pinning my tail to my back.

I didn’t struggle. Not much. And I didn’t cry either. Not…not until I saw her reach out and pick up the hairbrush. I may have shed a few tears then. “Not the brush, Mom! Not the brush!”
But nothing I said moved her. I saw her pick the brush up. I felt her shift her legs slightly, holding me tight on them. Then came the first spank.

“AAOOWWWW!” I yelped out as the hairbrush smacked into my left cheek, then my right. Mom wasn’t pulling any punches on this one. I stayed still, though, keeping my struggling to a minimum as I felt the sting of spanks three and four connect. This was going to be a bad night for me.

Mom just kept spanking me, concentrating on my poor flank as she turned it a bright red. Soon I couldn’t control myself anymore, and I broke down crying. It’s not girly to cry when it hurts so much, we all cry when we get spanked! And Mom was spanking me even harder now, making me dance and wiggle on her lap as the brush kept slapping my poor butt.

Finally, I couldn’t take it, and I tried to thrash off her lap. I got off, but she grabbed me and hauled me right back up. I knew I was in for it then…she crossed her legs under me and started spanking my sit spots.

I was just howling by that point, screaming and squirming hard, but Mom was much too strong. I couldn’t escape…and it was my fault. I had asked for this. And I was the one who caught Sweetie too.

Mom’s next spank interrupted my thoughts as she began spanking me faster. Now I couldn’t even count the individual swats, it was just a burning sensation building up all over my butt, dragging more tears out of me until finally…
“I’m sorry, Mommy! I’m sorry!” I cried, begging her to stop.

And she did. The moment I said that, I heard her toss the brush back down and then felt her hooves under my belly, lifting me up into a hug as she nuzzled and held me close, rubbing my back. “I know you are, Button. But I’m not the pony you need to apologize to. Tomorrow, I want you to go and say you’re sorry to Sweetie Belle, and to Miss Cheerilee as well. Understand?”

After I told her I did, she just held me for a while before tucking me into bed and reading to me. Then, right as I was about to fall asleep, she smiled. “I love you, Button.”

“Love you too, Mom.” I said, rolling onto my belly and trying to sleep.

Both of us jumped, though, at the next sound we heard. A filly yelling in pain and the repeated sound of smacking. And it sounded like Sweetie Belle!

Hey guys, still didn't have the time to read or archive anything yet.
Still on a bit vacation with KK.
Don't worry I haven't forgotten you fags and will get to it soon. Yes Pan I'll get that missed mark too. Can't wait to read through it all.
Keep it going

>>27526364
Read my PM I left you in the forum

>>27526236
>not the brush

Yes the brush

Yes

write more sexual spanking
I'm sick of that parental shit

>>27527279
Welcome back

>>27527279
We missed you so much

>>27527427
>>27527998
What?

>>27522209 (Wonderbolts feedback)
>>27524565
Then I scrolled up and realized I used "hoof" earlier in my draft and just changed it there. Poof, Anon's a human. Should be trivial to change the other way if anyone gets the urge. He also wraps his hand around a paddle handle. Cartoon magic would work but you lose the specificity in the text. If it weren't for the ear line I would have made him a pony.

>an older Wonderbolt as the discipliner
Not the character I was going for. I (and apparently other people >>27504136 ) like the idea of an outsider coming in and spanking some foals. Somepony who previously worked with the Bolts couldn't truly be neutral. In my view it is hotter that this character has no previous history with them. No old tensions to flare up, no old friendship for the naughty ponies to fall back on. No way the Wonderbolts can argue they're being treated unfairly. Just smack, smack, smack. It's like the old "it takes a village to raise a [foal]" mentality, in which any adult who sees a youngin' misbehaving can discipline them however they see fit, regardless of if they know the guilty party or not.

The truth about Anon using "kiddo" (I don't think you'll like this, DCFTEF). Read at your peril:
Anon says stuff like "kiddo" and the narrator/Anon's inner voice does too ("her little scowl is so cute") because it makes the ponies feel small and powerless. A feedback loop which justifies spanking.

An age gap is an option, but not required. Each reader may be inclined to play up an age gap, or minimize it. I like it better with less of an age gap, because it makes spanking a necessary treatment for all the ponies in the story, rather than something they eventually age out of. The idea that even when one is at their mental and emotional peak, they can still slip up and be spanked is hot to me.

>>27522209
(Did not expect this to take 3 posts)

>I love how Anon's lecture leads her to a conclusion she doesn't want to reach.
Anon's not being fully honest. He's editorializing that the spanking is needed. Maybe she'd prefer a time-out? Or does she need her mouth washed out with soap?

The spanker guiding the spankee to "agree" that they need a spanking is one of my favorite things in spanking fiction. Doubly so if they object at the end of that line of questioning.

>I can imagine her thinking "Ugh...again!?"
Yeah.
>"Let's get this over with."

>As I said in my previous post, I like how this punishment was minor. Nicely done.
Thanks. I always lean towards minor pain with major humiliation. Even being called up there would be humiliating. The punishment almost doesn't matter.

>>27519099
I hope she has. Sometimes foals must have driven even the nicest teacher to her wits' end.

>>27525481
I blame Bluejay.

>>27520663
How often does Button's mom resort to spanking?
Minor critique, should Cheeriliee be "calling" in MLP universe?

>>27522054
Excellent work. My favorite lines from the conclusion:
>he grabbed her bottom to push it back down onto his lap.
>She arched her back, trying to pull away from his constantly swatting hoof, but she only served to push her bottom out further in a sharper arc instead, totally exposing the whole curves of her fiery red rump.
> her hubby’s hoof made her bottom dance
>tanned tush
>once his hoof drifted down, to touch her steaming hot rear end, burning to the touch

>>27526000
>That ending makes me wonder what Cheerilee's kinks are

>"Mac... I think I'd like to spank you tonight."
and/or some teacher/student roleplay + corporal punishment

>>27526233
>No such luck. “I love you too, sweetie, but you asked me to spank you, and I’m going to.
Oh my fuck this is hot

>>27526233
The first person writing is my fav tho. Puts me right into it

The idea that ponies accept consequences willingly when they know they've done wrong fits the show, and is also hot as hell. So cute!

We've discussed ponies taking the punishment for another pony so they won't get in trouble. Which pairings would this be most likely to happen? I remember reading a story a long time ago where Applebloom is willing to take a switching to save Spike from getting in trouble, and it stuck with me ever since.

>>27530846
Sweetie Belle for Rarity. They assume their parents will go easy with SB, but they are wrong.
Then Rarity lets SB spank her to make up for the trouble.

>>27526233 Nomine (see, I spelled it right this time)
>Maybe Mom would get tired and go to sleep if I just stalled for long enough! It could happen…
Does that ever actually work?

>This was going to be a bad night for me.
As this Anon >>27529185 already said, the first person POV is a plus, but it goes deeper than that. The way you (via Button) tell the story feels like he's recounting the tale to a listener. It works well...a nice change from the usual first-person format where the reader follows the character through the experience. Does that make any sense?

>A filly yelling in pain and the repeated sound of smacking. And it sounded like Sweetie Belle!
Hmm...wonder what that's all about.
I imagine closely spaced houses and open windows make sounds like that common in Ponyville.
A nice, if short installment. My next offering will piggyback on your Colts vs. Fillies concept, as we discussed on the forum. I'll PM it to you for approval before I post in case it blatantly contradicts anything you planned. I plan to keep it short and comedic.

>>27528566
>should Cheeriliee be "calling" in MLP universe?
Yeah, I'll agree with that. We've never seen telephones in horse world. Nomine's story stars Button though, whose character is based entirely around the already anachronistic presence of video games.

>I don't think you'll like this, DCFTEF
It matters little what I like or dislike because you sell it well.
Because I like to indulge in a masochistic self-insert when I read these stories I enjoy a clear, unambiguous authority figure to be swinging the paddle...a parent, a teacher, a government functionary, you get the idea. For that reason I admit your latest was a little confusing, and didn't do it for me boner-wise, but it still stood on its own as an enjoyable story. You can never please everyone all of the time...no sense in trying. I still liked it. They don't all have to be for clop.

>>27530846
>ponies taking the punishment for another pony so they won't get in trouble.
Not exactly what you're talking about, but I've got a comedy-of-errors style story in the planning stages starring Apple Bloom and her dancer colt friend. I won't give any more spoilers than that.

>>27526364 (SkyeHigh)
>Still on a bit vacation with KK.
Good to hear both of you are well and enjoying yourselves. I eagerly await the results of this meeting of the minds...

>>27529746
>The idea that ponies accept consequences willingly when they know they've done wrong fits the show, and is also hot as hell
As I've said before, a spanking fetish fits perfectly with MLP. It's an innocent, childish punishment befitting an innocent, child-like world. Even young adults getting it is believable.

>>27530846
Rainbow Dash for Fluttershy. Fluttershy makes a big mess at flight school and Rainbow "crash" decides to take the blame because she knows ponies will think she did it.

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New spanking pic on DB.
Can't post the whole thing here because of filly vag.
https://www.derpibooru.org/1168234

>>27528566

I don't know how often she resorts to spanking. That's one of the reasons I had him beg for it this time. Though granted, in his shoes, I probably would have done the same...a few minutes pain is worth not losing games.

As for the calling, I just follow the MST3K mantra when it comes to tech on this show. We have computers and movie theaters existing side by side with Scrolls and Letter-sending dragons, after all.

>>27529185

Glad you like the first person POV, but I won't deny it's very taxing to write.

>>27531071

Hey! You spelled my Name right! Gold Star! And I'll even throw in a Smiley Face Sticker!

It never works, but it /could/ happen. Then again, Button /could/ manage to beat Silver Surfer without dying once someday.

I am glad you enjoyed the FP point of view as well. It's tough, like I said above, but it's worth it. And it's the only way to tell the real story that I'm getting at later.

Which brings me to your last question. That would be the start of the real story, these other two were just a prologue. I honestly only whipped up that spanking for button so I could segue into the tale...and so I could annoy that one anon who always likes to complain about unoriginal parent/child spankfics.

And I appreciate the PM, though it really isn't necessary. If a bunch of people start writing on that Colt's Club fic, contradictions are bound to occur.

As for the rest of the commenters to whom I didn't directly respond, I did read your feedback and appreciation, and you have my thanks for it. I should have the third and final part to this story out sometime within the next couple of days.

I'll give just one clue as to the plot: Who Killed Who?

>>27530846
Works for pretty much every girl and their knight in shining armor.
Like the school fillies, Scoot and Rumble, Button and SB,...
Any of the could cover up some mess for the other. Or the Wonderbolts thing where Soarin covers for Rainbow cuz she's got in trouble with the Discipliner anon again.
Or a flashback version of something that happened when AJ and Bigmac were kids. Bigmac hardly ever got spanked but couldn't turn away when his sister fucked something up and was still sore from the prior day's spanking and had to help her out somehow.

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>>27532594
>Works for pretty much every girl and their knight in shining armor.
The scene in 'Tom Sawyer' where Tom saves Becky Thatcher from a certain whipping at the hands of their school master could easily be ponified. All you'd have to do is copy-paste the scene...change a few names and change a few lines to be pone-specific.

>>27532594
>>27533249
Maybe need a substitute teacher for a few weeks while Miss Cheerilee is out having a baby if that Sawyer scene is done. Cheerilee is too nice!

>>27533698
Jasper that's a paddlin'.png

>>27514786
I'm more interested in the other pony on the right, the one shaking her booty in the episode? What would her father think about her dirty dancing? Or about her skipping school?

I think he would take her home by her ear and her booty would then do a very different dance, over his knee with a big wooden spoon whacking it.

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>>27514786
>>27514814
>>27525482
updated version

>>27532594
>Scoot and Rumble, Button and SB

You sob...

>>27534680
No no. THEY sob. When they're spanked.

>>27534516
Mmmm hot af position she's in. Good work woox!

>>27534516
What's with that yellow mare's jaw?

>>27535398
shh.. that's my weakest line

>>27534516
>>27535398
she looks like an old bitch

>>27535451
She looks like my mom

>>27534516
She's got a long way to go!

>>27534516
Yes...the self-spanking version was nice but this is much better. That thin string of drool from her mouth to the pacifier is a nice new detail. 'Molly' seems to be regretting her illicit late night fun.

>>27535441
Jaw lines are important to get right so we stress over them. So much of the picture's mood depends on that. Underdo it and the spanker looks dull...overdo it and she looks like a screaming, heartless monster. I usually make several attempts at the jaw-line before I'm happy with a final version.

I think you got it right. Mom looks angry but in control. It's her 'lecture face."

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>>27535398
better Jaw

now with empty speech bubbles

(you know what to do)

>>27535934
Phew

Pone butts were just made to be spanked. It's healthy for them.

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>>27535934
>>27525635
The only reasonable continuation to this picture

>>27536320

I admit it, I laughed. Hard.

>>27536320
lol 10/10

nice edited man

>>27536320
Is that... A pee stain?

MY DICKKKK

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>>27536320
Dat wet spot.

What the hell is wrong with you people? Why aren't you posting any more spanking pics?

>>27536472
What do you call >>27536320
And >>27534516
?

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>>27536472
>Why aren't you posting any more spanking pics?

1. There's around 1100 images tagged 'spanking' on DB, which is a low number for a fetish. The diaper weirdos have almost 6X that count. Futa has almost 17,000 images.

1a. Many of them can't be posted here because this board is ostensibly SFW (which is asinine). We've all seen the remaining few dozens of time already.

2. New pictures take a long time to draw. Know any good drawfags? We'd love to have them.

3. Some of us create both stories & drawings, but based on feedback the stories are more popular. I recently did a handful of comics (as BuckNeighKid) and they barely got noticed...so I write instead. Give the people what they want.

So yeah, I agree with you...we'd all love to see more art but there isn't much out there.

I'm sorry that I haven't been replying to comment feedback on my stories, I'm still pretty sick and I have basically just been drinking water and sleeping. It seems like people liked my latest creation, though, so I'm glad I took my time! I've read all of your comments, including the criticism, but I'll reply to those later if I'm feeling up to it. Thank you all for everything!

I'm also doing a story later for Big Mac taking a spanking for Applejack. I really liked that idea, so I'll go for it!

Bump kill thread

It was a dark and stormy night, and my flank was burning like the fire in my heart. But I heard something, and it sounded like trouble. And I know trouble when I hear it. Especially when “it” is the sound of a poor little filly getting her flank tanned after we colts had tanned it for her earlier. The question was, who would do such a vile thing as to spank a poor filly whose bottom was already sore?

This, I decided, was a job for me.

The smacks and cries had long since faded by morning, but then, I wouldn’t be much of a private eye if I needed a clear trail to follow. I already knew this was gonna be a tough case…the dame wasn’t gonna talk to me easy. Not after I dragged her in for questioning just the day before. Turns out I’d fingered the wrong filly…she had some goons to protect her. Not to mention when my landlord found out about the whole thing, I wound up with my flank in some serious hot water.

But a detective’s gotta do what a detective’s gotta do. I went over to my desk, pulling out my notes on the dame in question. I’d recognize those cries anywhere, after hearing them so much yesterday. The smoke from my gummy cigar mixed with the sweet smell of the air freshener mom put in my room as I leaned over.

Yeah, that’s me. The ‘Stache. Private Eye extraordinaire. I got eight slugs in me to help keep me going, seven apple juice, and one of cider I swiped when mom wasn’t watching. If business was as good as I was at my job, I’d have been playing Shadows of Equestria all day. As it was, I had to deal with a landlord who made me go to school every day until Summer came around.

But enough about that…I had a case to solve. Who would be so cruel and so callous as to paddle a poor filly who had already caught it across the flank? It was my job to catch the vile criminal and bring justice to THEIR rear end!

>>27538089
Love this start, Nomine! Cuuute

Anyone have an idea for next thread's theme?

>>27536970
I like the idea of another spankfag drawfag, but the comic in your post was funny, not hot. No spanking and barely even the threat of a spanking. Would have been a world of difference if the last panel was Hondo somewhere in the process of taking his daughter over his lap.

Twily & Shining one was a little hotter, Rarity curtain one hotter still. But still didn't do much for me. Of the six works of yours I know about:
https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-thebuckneighkid

Only the Twilight & Mom image is what *I* value. The others are funny and interesting but not as hot to me. I definitely see the appeal of your oldest work, the judicial spanking.

In this one:
https://derpibooru.org/1148136
setup is hot, but the butt in the last panel looks a little strange. The cheeks blend together and lack definition? From that angle it looks like we should be able to see her left eye. Maybe I'm wrong on that. If you want to cover up her eye, maybe her mane could be a cop-out way of doing that.

Rarity herself doesn't look teary or embarassed (blushing very much) by the ordeal, and we don't see the event itself, so there's not much for me to go on. In contrast, your parets/Rarity story that you posted recently had plenty of embarassment and aftermath. I don't need the buildup or the action but given the choice I probably would take the action.

All that said, I can't draw for shit so does what I say matter?

>>27538089
Kek
Calvin and Hobbes inspired?

>>27538468
Well, thanks for the feedback, but honestly that train left the station weeks ago. I have nothing on the (literal) drawing board right now and with these fast thread turn-around times I haven't even had time to consider drawing anything new.

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>>27539507
Say what you will about that nuPPG episode, I thought the colt was cute and spankable.

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>>27535934

>>27540395
Best dialogue ever 10/10

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>you are Anon, the babysitter extraordinaire in Ponyville
>usually you work for Cakes who run the Sugarcube Corner
>Mr. and Mrs. Cakes took a trip to Canterlot to participate in the bakery contest
>today is the second day of babysitting Cake twins, Pumpkin and Pound
>a few months ago they turned 12, they already have their cutie marks and go to Cheerlies school in Ponyville
>to be honest they're two little angels, always helping and protecting each other, so your job is really enjoyable and easy
>you started the day with preparing a breakfast for three
>you ate with them at the table, happily chatting and enjoying their company
>after several minutes you realised that Pumpkin has a slightly flushed face and she is sweating a bit
>you checked her temperature on her forehead and decided it's the beginning of the cold
>you told her to go back to the bed and you will prepare meds, honey and some herbs to beat the fever
>she shyly agreed and rushed back to her bedroom
>Pound quickly finished the breakfast and followed her to check if she is okay
>your heart melts every time when you see acts of their sibiling love and caring
>you washed the dishes and started to prepare the meds for Pumpkin
>it took you more than 10 minutes to finish everything, with a loaded tray you headed to Pumpkin's bedroom
>a few meters from the door you suddenly stopped, when you heard some strange sounds
>muffled squeaking, quick breaths and wet sounds, it clearly came from the bedroom
>mortified you decided to put the tray on the floor, afraid you'll drop everything at the sight you expect to see in a few seconds
>you sneaked to the half-open door and looked through the crack
>it was a good decision to leave the tray
>you had a great view of Pumpkin's small rump sticking high in the air, her body splayed over the pillow and Pound mating with her, his penis burried deep under sister's wagging tail

continue? y/n

>>27540968
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

>>27540968
>your jaw almost dropped to the ground, you were a witness of the incest intercouse of two kids you knew for years
>your brain stopped working, you just watched as Pound erratically humped his little sister as she moaned and grunted with every push of his push
>something clicked in your head and you realised with full force that something very wrong is happening and you are here the responsible person to stop it
>quietly you opened the door and stepped behind the oblivious sibilings
>you brought your hands under Pound's forelegs and with a quick move detached him from Pumpkin's slit
>the surprised colt squeaked loudly in shock, flailing his hindlegs in the attempt to escape from your grasp
>Pumpkin immediately clamped her fluffy tail on the wet private parts and rolled on the side, looking at you like a doe caught in the headlights
"Could you both tell me what the hell are you doing?"
>the dead silence filled the room, two huge eyes looked at you from the bed and one colt quietly covered his still hard colthood, too afraid even to breath
>after it felt like an eternity, Pumpkin answered
>"...It's... it's b-because of me... we were just... just... I mean..."
>"I-I was helping Pumpkin, I s-swear!"
>you were mostly shocked and a bit angered, but then you felt the growing curriosity
>silently you put Pound down on his sister's bed, brought a nearby chair in front of them and sat down
"I need... an explanation, a GOOD and LONG explanation, from both of you. Seriously, this is the last thing I expected to see there, especially with you two doing... it. Explain."
>another long pause filled the air, Pumpkin slowly moved to the Pound's side and protectively hugged him
>"A-Anon, I swear, w-we didn't want to do anything... bad. It's just... it hits hard, really hard and I can't get rid of it by m-myself..."
>you raised the eyebrow wondering what thing can hit a kid so hard the only way to fix it is to have sex with your brother
>...what the hell

>>27541082
>your brain stopped working
Indeed.

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>>27541148
huh?

>>27541165
My brain stoped working after unexpectedly stumbling upon this premise.
Please continue.

>>27541082
>>your brain stopped working, you just watched as Pound erratically humped his little sister as she moaned and grunted with every push of his push

Whoops, should be just "moaned and grunted with every push".

>the answer came from Pound
>"It's... it's the heat, A-Anon... Pumpkin suffered every few w-weeks and sometimes I heard she c-cried here, so... one night I just... helped her and, and it worked! Any other way didn't work so... I mean...I'm so sorry, Anon, we, we know it's..."
>"It's not o-okay, but it makes the b-burning go away... Please, please don't tell our parents, please!"
>oh my god... pony's anatomy.
>that strange thing that happened every spring, flushed mares walking on the streets struggling to keep their tails low
>how smart of you to confuse the heat with the cold
>two scared kids, still hugging themselves on the bed, looked at your cogitative face
>they didn't know you mentally slammed your face against the wall for letting this go too far and not recognizing the Pumpkin's heat
>you forgot how kids grow fast, she is at this age when the hormones start making a mess
>still, the fact they had REAL sex in front of you screamed in your brain
"Kids... when did it start?"
>Pound answered with weak voice
>"two and a half month ago... we did it a few times... are you going to tell our parents?..."
>sigh
"Kids... I hate to say that, but I must tell them. This... thing you were doing, do you even know how wrong it is? And why did you do it when you knew I'll bring meds?"
>Pumpkin meekly answered
>"Pound wanted to do it quickly so you won't worry about me...Anon, p-please don't tell our parents, we know it's bad, we had the sex-ed class and... we know we are too young and... and it's weird to do it with your sibiling... I think? W-We will do anything, please!"
>"Yes, Anon, it was the last time!"
>great, they don't know everything and now it's your role to teach them
>Cheerlie has to explain herself to you too, but later

>>27541266
"Okay, kids, let's... let's say that. Yes- you are too young to do it, no- you can't do it with sibilings and oh my lord- you don't know WHY you both can't do it, don't you?"
>silence, then two pony heads slowly shaking in answer
"Alright... to make it simple and straight- you, Pound, can easily make your sister pregnant. You both are far from being responsible and ready enough to have your own kids, physically and mentally. The other thing- when two relatives make a baby, it's very possible for it to be very sick and die as a young pony. It's the biggest tragedy for a parent to see their child die, so if you know that your potential child will be born as a sick pony and die shortly, you DON'T make a baby.
>both of them silently avoided looking at you
"You both decided to do something that only a loving pair of ponies can do when they're adults. You didn't use anything to protect yourself from the pregnacy. It's a very, very serious situation, kids."
>"I... I always p-pulled out, Anon and..."
"And it doesn't protect you at all, Pound, you can get your sister pregnant before the ejaculation"
>"Oh... um... Ms Cheerlie didn't tell us about that..."
>you swear to Celesta's crotchtits, Cheerlie will have a very serious conversation with you
"Well, we know some things about sex... and we love each other! I'd never do anything wrong or hurt or force Pumpkin to do something bad... We're very sorry, Anon."
>"Me too, I'd never hurt Pound, Anon... We are very, very sorry... could you not tell our parents about that? You can punish us, you can ground us, we will wash dishes and we will clean the whole Sugarcube Corner, but please, anything but telling our parents!"
>and this is it, the conflict you were afraid of

>>27541375
>two underage ponies having sex when you were responsible of their safety smells like a jail and big problems for them and their parents
>on the other hand you knew these kids for years, you don't remember a single time they misbehaved nor were being punished in any way for anything
>you looked at those four scared, teary eyes and their tight hug of the pure sibiling love
>you moved from the chair and sat on the bed, bringing both of your hands around their small, soft bodies and pulled them in a warm hug
"Kids... first of all, I know you love each other and you would never hurt anyone. You always act like little angels and I always say that to anyone who asks about you two. But today... you didn't cross the line, you stormed through it and stopped too far away to say you made a simple mistake. Even if you didn't know everything about sex, you were aware that it was dangerous for you, your parents and me.
>both foals clinged to your chest, burrying their muzzles under your arms, quietly sobbing
"But I still love you, kids, don't cry...I will... give you two options. The first one... I'll tell your parents that I caught you doing this-"
>both of them looked at you with huge, terrified eyes
>"The second option, we beg you!"
>you lightly rubbed their backs
"...or the second option: I'll punish you, as you asked for... both of you are grounded for today to sit in your bedrooms and think about what I've just told you"
>"Please, the second option! Thank you, Anon, we love you and we are sorry!"
>your heart melted for the second time today, but you didn't finish yet
"I love both of you, my little sweetheart... but before you choose the second option, the grounding is not the only one punishment"

>>27541427
brb, tell me what you guys think

>>27541434
So far? 10/10

Yes/yes

I never knew I needed this in my life

>>27541427
>they looked at you cautiously, waiting for you to continue
"Pumpkin, Pound... I want you to remember that what happened today was very bad. So, for the second part of the punishment... I'll take both of you over my lap and slap your butts a few times. I know it's-"
>suddenly Pumpking pulled away from from a hug
>"Y-You can't! It's... it's hurting somepony else! You can't hurt somepony, a foal!"
>you could feel both foals gone almost limp in your arms and start shaking
>you pulled them close again to your body and kissed their heads
"I know, kids, I'd never hurt you or allow anyone to even think about hurting you. I know that any form of spanking is banned in Equestria for hundreds of years now, thanks Celestia and Luna, but I didn't say I'll spank you. The law and babysitter rules allow me to punish kids with symbolic, light butt slapping or lightly swatting hoof, or an ear flick. You don't deserve the long grounding or more chores, you already learned your lesson and I don't want your parents to know what you did if you can manage to fix the problem by yourself. But I want as a part of a second option, to just give you a few quick slaps and you are clean in my eyes.
>the shaking of their bodies subdued a bit, but they looked at each other unsure what to do
>then Pound asked
"...is it g-going to h-hurt?"
>your hand moved behind his ears and scratched to make him relax
"No, little one, like I said, it's more a symbolic punishment than a real thing, but I know it'll make you remember. So, what do you choose?"

>>27541560
>the scared sibilings looked at each other, then at you and answered simultanously
>"The second option..."
>you sighed and slowly got up
"Okay then... let me explain how it's going to work... go to the bathroom if you need, clean yourself and use the toilet then we will meet in my bedroom. We will quickly do what I said and then we can move on. You'll go to your rooms and think about what you did and what you should do, we will eat a dinner together and expect to hear what you think and what you learned after we finish eating. Then we will see how to spend the rest of the day and how to fix the damage, okay?
>they quiety nodded and went to the bathroom
>you headed to your bedroom to make some preparations
>you took the fresh towel from one of the drawers and put it on the bed
>you sat down, your back supported with pillows and a wall behind the bed
>you took your softest pillow and put it on the side of your legs, where one of the foals will have their head in a few minutes
>on the other side you folded the towel to support their hindlegs and be there just in case of any accidents
>and then, you waited

Time for a quick shower, then I'll write more.

>>27541588
>"Symbolic" punishment

My weewee was counting on you

Why u do this

>>27541588
>after five minutes, you heard slow clip clops of hooves
>the door opened and two foals quietly made their way to your bed
>both sad faces didn't want to look at you, Pumpkin was on verge of tears
"Come one, kids, don't cry, jump on the bed and come to me"
>They complied and laid their heads on your chest
"Like I said, it won't hurt and it'll take maybe five minutes, don't be sad and take it like big ponies, okay?... Who will go first?"
>you expected them to stay silent, but to your surprise both asked to go first
>"N-No, Pumpkin, it's my fault, I should go first"
>"But it was me who asked you to do it, let me go first, please..."
>you silently rubbed their backs with your hands to silence them
"Okay, kids... ladies first, come here, Pumpkin, over my lap"
>the scared filly got up and sit down on your lap, not being sure in what position she should stay
>you softly chuckled and laid your hand on her back
"Okay, sweetie, just stand here and turn to your left, so I can see you from the side"
>nervously she did as you asked
"Now, lay down on you belly, you've a pillow to support your head here, and a towel for your hindlegs"
>the poor filly laid down her soft belly on your lap and began to shiver
"Shhhh, it's okay, sweetheart, everything is alright, I love you and this is just to not to make you forget, remember it..."
>"I-I w-w-won't f-forget..."
"I know, little angel, calm down and take a deep breath"
>you saw as she took a deep breath to her lungs, then she exhaled
>your hand ligthly ran through her mane and back, petting the small and soft body to help her relax
>after a minute of silence your left hand moved to her fluffy orange tail and with two fingers grabbed it near her taildock
>she tensed and clenched her butt, pinning down the tail
"Relax, sweetie, I'll just move your tail, I won't touch you anywhere you don't want me to..."
>"It's not... I-I mean... I-I'm sorry..."

>>27542126
"Don't be, little one, just breath deeply and relax."
>you brought your left hand again to her rump and gently moved her tail to the side
>now you feel how strong she is shaking
"Hey, everything is alright, why are you so scared?"
>"I-I don't know, I-I know you w-will be gentle, I just don't... know..."
>before you could response, Pound moved to his sister's head and without a word, hugged her tightly
>with his head burried in the crook between Pumpkins neck and shoulder, you felt as she slowly relaxed
>you smiled and patted Pound's head, then you brought your attention back to girl's rump
"I want you sweetie to keep your tail off the way, so we can quickly go through this"
>she didn't make any sound, just nodded her head
>you took a deep breath, moved your left hand from Pumpkin's back to both of their nuzzling heads
>a few scratches made them completely relax and you know you can start
>...
>...
>your right hand moved to the towel that supported Pumpkin's hindlegs
>you unrolled a half of it and a layer of soft cloth completely covered her buttcheeks up to her taildock
>then, you raised your hand
"Tell me Pumpkin, how old are you?"
>"...Twelve..."
"Then both of you will get six slaps. Let's start."
>Pumpkin tensed a bit, but not as hard as when you touched her tail
>you brought your hand down on Pumpkin's butt, giving her the first slap in her young life
>"Ah!"
>the sudden yelp was caused not by the pain, but the surprise of the clap on her right buttcheek
>the towel absorbed the already soft strike, giving a feeling of being swatted with a heavy pillow
>Pumpkin moved an inch forward, but as you expected, Pound held her close and filly's body was almost immediately back in the same place
"And now, little Pumpkin, you know what is the part of your punishment, five to go. I want you to say how many slaps you received".
>Pumpkin answered with a soft voice
>"O-One..."
"Good girl, let's continue, then"

>>27542302
>you raised your hand again and delivered another swat, this time one the left buttcheek
>her body jumped forward and back like before and you heard
>"Two."
>hand up, slap in the middle of the butt
>"T-Three!"
>hand a bit higher, slap in the same spot
>"F-Five..."
"It's four, sweetie, I'm sorry but I need to repeat this slap... aren't they too hard?"
>"...no, it's okay..."
>slap!
>silence
>your left hand rubbed between her shoulder blades and kept doing it for a minute
"Can we continue?"
>...
>"...four..."
>the last two slaps will land on her buttcheeks again
>slap! on the left one
>"Five."
>slap! on the last one
>"Six."
The first part of her punishment was done, she simply laid across your lap, Pound nuzzled and whispered encouraging words to her ear
>soon you decided it's enough for her to calm down
"Come on, Pumpkin, it's your brother's turn..."
>after a while, she slowly got up to the sitting position, covering the flushed face behind the disheveled mane
>you hugged her, brought the rest of the towel on her back and quietly whispered to the ear to throw it to the laundry basket
>she silently nodded, carefully climbed down from your bed and headed to the laundry
>you smiled to Pound as he loudly gulped and looked at your lap nervously
>you reached to the drawer for another towel
"Okay, Pound, come here, you know what to do"

>>27542428
>Pound stepped on your lap and lowered his body to lay on his belly
>his body jerked and with a grunt he stood up again, the blush clearly visible on his face
>just a single glance gave an answer what's wrong
>the thing he started with his sister... he never finished
>you awkwardly smiled and patted his head
"I hoped you took care of it when I asked you to use the bathroom, but okay, it's not a big problem"
>you scooped the young colt in your arms and held him like a baby, his head supported on your arm and belly up
>quickly you covered his genitals with a towel and brought the rest of it between his legs to completely cover his butt
>all the time he avoided your eyes, blushing madly and looking anywhere but at you
>you simply ruffled his mane and asked if you can proceed
>his position was different than his sister's, but still you had a good access to his butt
>he nodded and burried his face in your chest
>silly Pound, he still thinks it hurts
>"I-Is Pumpkin c-coming back?"
"She takes a shower now, but don't be afraid. Stick you butt and we can start"
>he brought his slightly spread hindlegs to his belly and waited for the punishment
>with a smile, you landed a slap on his rump, the same strenght you applied to his sister
>he looked at you confused, not knowing if you're doing it for real
>you chuckled, waiting for his part
>"Uh... One?"
"Good!"
>slap!
>"Two."
>the rest of the slaps landed on both oh his cheeks, and you got the proper number for each smack
>on the end, you hugged him close like his sister a few minutes earlier

That's all for now, more tomorrow. That's my first story I've ever made, but I hope at least some people enjoy it.

>>27542692
its good man. but it feels a bit rushed at the end, or at least this part

>>27542692
Man, it's so far the best story I've read in these threads.
>no BENG BENG WAAH WAAH MUMU
>actually an adult who acts like a guardian angel for kids
>spanking is not a torture here
>it's only here in a role of a symbol and reminder for them, not a tool to show how strong you are
>no boring, long and repetitive parts overused in other stories
>perfectly used sexual themes
> the secret role of spankingI see what you did with Pumpkin

I must say it's the perfect parental spanking fic. There're some small errors and grammar mistakes, but it's nothing compared to the whole story. Finish it and make my dick explode again.

anyone got a drawing request. (keep it simple)

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>>27542899
Focus on what you like, fella, quit whining about what you don't. We get it, there's some stuff you don't enjoy but plenty of others do like it.

Everyone's input is welcome but you are the only person here being a crybaby.
Keep it constructive. This isn't /b/.

>>27542903
Maybe stay with the episode theme you just did and try Plaid Stripes with Dad Stripes?

>>27543064
eww plaid stripes. I hate that pony. and her character model. not even her dad's model doing any better.

hmm... her dad spanking her with cooking spoon is not a bad idea

Will you have Cherilee spanked for not teaching properly?

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>>27543262
That'll teach her.

>>27542692
I like it. I personally wish the slaps were real slaps, with a little pain behind them, but the sexual tension is great and the characters are cute. Pretty hot.
>>27542899
Some people prefer it when the spankings aren't just symbolic. Sorry your tastes are so specific that you have to whine constantly about every story lol

>>27543262
Cheerilee has been a popular spankee lately around here, me like

>>27542899
Listen, Quackers; can I call you Quackers? Well, Quackers, we're very pleased you found a parental fic you've enjoyed enough not to bash it in a net-n00b mocking air that hasn't been funny since 2003 (omgzzz u nubs!!!!111 waaah bang beng etc). However, it is the wish of many that you keep your nonsense to yourself in future. Having not read this latest fic yet, idk what about it made it so vastly different, since you'd rather bash than constructively criticise... but when most of our writefags (DC's Flitter fic for instance, KK's Babs family, SkyeHigh's frankly amazing Pinkie stuff, etc) has been what has kept this thread going for a couple years and keeps bringing our regulars back... then perhaps it is in your best interests to behave a little less like the waah waah nuuu more mome foals you distaste and more like an open-minded individual who understands that not everyone shares his tastes.

Best wishes,
Anon.

P.S. Do namefag as Quackers in the future so we know it's you. Join the forums!

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Mischievous Dream Spirits - Part 01
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Nightmare moon was the rulers of the dream domain. She ruled over the Nightmare creatures. there are many different types of nightmare creatures . many of them are harmless but there are few bad apples in there.

which NMN kept them under a leash so they don't cause much chaos.
but since NMM was defeated by the elements of harmony , these creatures fled their moon prison and roamed the night.

Luna is now guarding Ponies's dreams from these dangerous creatures. but she cannot fight every one of them. most of the time the harmless ones slip her guard.


one of these near harmless night creatures are the Dream spirits, these dream spirits feeds on other flesh creature's dreams. they have the ability to enter and view what the pony's dreams. they feed on some non essential thoughts and events that happen in their dreams.
Sheira is one of these spirit creatures. she is a rebellious teenager, she only follows her own rules.
one day she was wondering around inside ponies dreams. jumping from one to another. till she stumbled on Shady daze.

Sheira : "hmm this little filly dream seems interesting"
Shady daze was dreaming about being at school, he was playing with classmate featherweight outside the playground. he was building a book fort.

Sheira : " Ooo I love it Young fresh dreams."
she continued to watch him play for few second then she float around eating the background.

>>27543943
Mischievous Dream Spirits - Part 02
=====================

Sheira " to bad these don't taste that good, its hard to find some naughty young fillies dreams. ever since our queen Nightmare moon was vanquished, that rotten goody 2 hooves Luna are watching over these foals . she ruined it for us"

she let out a sigh and continued eating and floating around.

Sheira "but what if I did something about it. I can manipulate his dream for my liking"

then she got a flashback of her parents scolding her about doing that.

Sheira "wah! they cannot tell me what to do, I can do whatever I want Dad."

she floated toward Shady daze.

Sheira "hmm lets see here."

she started to look around and then she saw Diamond tiara.

Sheira "Ooo this is interesting , it seems he doesn't like that pony... Perfect"

sheira's black eye started to glow , as she starting to manipulate the dream.

Shady Daze climbed his book fort and said "I'm the king of the book kingdom"

then Diamond Tiara kicked the books that are under him and he fell. as he was falling. the ground beneath him changed to a mud before he fell into it. he splashed mud all over the other foals. and they all started to cry.

Mrs.Cheerilee his teacher. came in and saw the situation.
she asked him.

Cheerilee : who did this ?

he was about to say Diamond Tiara but Sheira came in and muffled his mouth. she manipulated the the other foals to point at him and made them say " he did."
Cheerilee got angry . her smiley daisies in her cutie mark frowned .

>>27543949
Mischievous Dream Spirits - Part 03
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she pulled him from his ears toward an outdoor table.
owe owe owe
Sheira was watching and laughing at the situation. She is not the one doing this.
he was then leaning on that table and his rump was sticking out.
Sheira : "oh boy this kids got some strange imaginations.. I like it"
The teacher moved his tail out of the way exposing his butt. she raised her hooves in the air and..
~Smack!
Owe
then he started to cry , "I;m sorry I didn't mean to do it.
Cheerilee stopped and said
ok you learned your lesson. and she hugged him . then they started to walk toward the school building....
Sheira wasn't amused. she was unsatisfied with this dream scenario. so she manipulated the dream again .

Shady daze was again being bent on the same table. but this time he was being tied up. his hind legs were being spread away and tied in with the table legs.
his front hooves and his upper body was laying on the table as his hooves were tied in front of him forcing him to bend over.
Cheerilee was standing next to him holding a wooden ruler.

Shady daze : was confused
Huh whats going on
Cheerilee " no you did not learn your lesson your punishment wasn't enough.
she raised the ruler in the air then
wap!
a swift Strike hit both of his butt cheeks.
Aiee!
then she raised her ruler again and ..
Wap! Wap! Wap! Wap! ...
she gave him a relentless strikes . he was squirming in his bond and was about to cry
"aiee ouch aaa aaaie"

>>27543953
Mischievous Dream Spirits - Part 04
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sheira gleefully said "now this is much better, but lets make it even more interesting"
she floated there in front of him passing through the table, he was still squirming in his place and still being spanked.
she went down the table and headed toward his crotch. she started to rub his penis ..
Sheira "wake up wake up little guy"
his dick went hard
Shady daze was got even more confused of his situation. thinking why my dick is up, I don't need to pee but this is feels good for some reason.
sheira started to suck his dick as he was bond and spanked by cheerily.

cheerily now went for slow hard swats.
after each forced swat
shady let out a groan , he was groaning in pleasure as Sheira was sucking his cock.
he was delightfully confused of his situation. this feeling is new to him , somehow he knew this is bad and he shouldn't enjoy it but he cannot help himself.
then suddenly he was unbound
Sheira got confused and stopped sucking him.
Sheira " huh what's happening now ?"
Shady Daze got turned around and was laying on his back. the wooden ruler disappeared and Cheerilee was standing next to him.
she leaned forward right next to him leaning toward his face. then ...

>>27543958
Mischievous Dream Spirits - Part 05
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Started to shake him violently.
everything in the dream was shaking too. then he woke up.
it was his mother shoeshine was shaking him up to wake him.
Shoeshine "good you are finally awake."
Shady Daze " oh.. what .."
Shoeshine "you over slept, you are already late for school."
Shady Daze : oh no .. I'm late for school
He swiftly got off the bed , went to the bathroom and picked up his bag then went straight to school. ..

To be continued ... ?

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>>27542767
>it feels a bit rushed at the end
I will rewrite the Pound part, it was pretty late and now I see I could write it a bit longer.

>>27542899
Thanks a lot, man, at least one guy who enjoys my story.
> the secret role of spankingI see what you did with Pumpkin
I had a lot of fun writing it, first I didn't know if I should go this way because I didn't want my Anon to be seen as a foal fiddler. Let's say he did it to Pumpkin only to help her and not to pleasure sexually himself.
I'm not sure if I should go with Pound the same way, tell me guys what you think.

Bonus: http://i.imgur.com/wK5gJOr.png

>>27543659
>>27541659
Don't expect from me a spanking as a tool to abuse kids, shit disgusts me.

>>27544185
K Quackers we know it's you

>>27544263
I don't know who is your Quackers, I started lurking this thread four days ago.

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>>27542692
So, since I had no response, I've remade this part to my taste.

>Pound stepped on your lap and lowered his body to lie on his belly
>his body jerked and with a grunt he stood up again, the blush clearly visible on his face
>just a single glance gave an answer what's wrong
>the thing he started with his sister he didn't finish
>you awkwardly smiled and patted his head
"I hoped you took care of it when I asked you to use the bathroom, but okay, it's not a big problem"
>you scooped the young colt in your arms and held him like a baby, his head supported on your arm and belly up
>quickly you covered his genitals with a towel and brought it between his legs to cover his butthole
>but this time you left his buttcheeks uncovered
>all the time he avoided your eyes, blushing and looking anywhere but on you
>you simply rufled his mane and asked if you can proceed
>his position was different than his sister's, but still you had a great access to his butt
>he nodded and burried his face in your chest
>silly Pound, he still thinks it hurts
>"I-Is Pumpkin c-coming back?"
>you stopped your hand and answered
"She takes a shower now, but don't be afraid, you can take it. Stick you butt and we can start"
>he brought his slightly spread hindlegs to his belly and looked at you
>"Um... are you going to... cover my butt too?"
>you smileed and gently rubbed his rump, making him nervously shiver
"I think it will be better for you without the cover, trust me."
>you gave him a few more second to relax and, with a smile, you landed a slap on his rump, a bit stronger than you applied to his sister
>"Ahn! O-One!"
"Good boy... remember, Pound..."
>slap! Across the both of his cheeks
>"Ah! Two!"

>>27545453
"...even if sex feels good and you love your sister..."
>slap! This time a little harder and closer to his tail
>"AH! Three!"
"...ponies will not accept such a relationship between you and her..."
>your left hand that supported his back from below, moved to the towel and lightly pressed it down to his body
>"Gnnhh.. Anon..."
"Relax... you earned your cutie mark, but still you need to learn a lot about the world..."
>slap! The skin of your palm made contact with the soft flesh between his covered small balls and the ponut
>you felt as his body jerked, the hindlegs tightly clenched around the towel
"Aah! F-Four!..."
>coffee break
>your spanking hand started to delicately massage Pound's slightly red butt
"You okay, Pound? Do you want me to go easier on you?"
>he looked at you with a tired expression, he breathed a bit faster and heavier than usual
>"N-no, Anon, I... I can take it, don't go... lighter, please...
>you smiled and scratched behind his ears
"Good... lay your head on my arm, it'll be... easier for you"
>"Okay..."
>he wiggled in your arms to stick his rump higher in the air, his thighs squirming a bit and rubbing against the soft towel
"So, Pound... when you don't have a knowledge, sometimes your instincts take a lead... it can be dangerous for you and others..."
>slap! Your hand collided with his butt for the fifth time
>"Mmmmh! F-five!"
>his forehooves under the towel, but you stopped and held them on his chest
"See? You need to control yourself... Today was the last time I caught you in this situation with your sis... I believe you both will listen to me and you won't do it again... Really, Pound, it's already dangerous in many ways to do it, but to get caught is even worse"
>Slap! You gave the hardest slap so far, but still not enough to sting
>Pound shivered violently, jerked and rolled himself on the belly
>you felt as he pushed his hips hard against your lap
>you pressed two fingers on the skin under his butthole
"Pound, the number..."

>>27545516
>"Hnnn! Ah! Nnnn... O-One!"
>you pressed harder and felt his muscles clenching under your fingers
"Pound, do you want me to continue?"
>poor colt gasped for air, too overwhelmed by the intense feeling of his punishment to form a proper answer
"Pound, yes or no?"
>he managed to nod his head, but it's enough for you
"Deep breath."
>you heard as he inhaled quickly and held his breath
>"Here we go"
>you raised your hand and gave him a series of quick slaps all over his rump
>almost immediately you felt him shake and push his butt down on the towel
>after ten slaps your second hand started to massage him under the tail again, still leaving a safe distance between your fingers and his private parts
>"Ah! Ahh, Anon! NNnn!"
>the punishment continued as your smacks became harder and less frequent
>with every strike he strongly pushed down his hips, accepting every slap as a big pony
>with eyes tightly shut he was very close to the end of his punishment
>finally, your hand collided hardly, leaving a stinging mark
>but he didn't feel it, his body tensed and overwhelmed by the end of the shameful session
>you held him tight and waited as his shaking subdue and his hips stop pressing against your lap
>soon, he started to breath deeply, but still sweating and blushing madly
>you leaned to the side to check your job
>his little ponut and balls clenched every few seconds, both of his buttcheeks a bit flushed and a single darker hand mark in the middle of the butt
"...Hey Pound, I'm sorry for the last one, does it hurt?"
>it took a while for him to calm down and response with a tired voice
>"N-No Anon, it felt g... I mean, I deserved it... and it doesn't hurt... I'm sorry again"

>>27545565
>you gently moved him close to your chest, being careful to not to remove the towel yet
>your hand rubbed the spot where the last slap landed
"I hope you learned a lesson, Pound and you won't forget it."
>he nuzzled you and smiled sleepily
>"I won't forget it, sorry Anon"
"You're forgiven. I'll.. check how is doing your sister, bring this towel to the laundry and put it near the laundry basket, I'll take care of it, okay?"
>his face was a few shades darker than his slightly flushed butt
>"Okay... uh.. sorry for... the thing..."
>you simply smiled to him
"Pound, it's okay, just a natural reaction of your body, you are growing up... but remember that you and your sister can't do it anymore."
>he nodded and looked as you started to get up from the bed
>"Uh, Anon, don't go... I wanted to ask you about that..."
>you stopped and turned to him
"Go on, Pound, but you know my opinion about this"
>he flopped on his back, trying carefully to remove the wet towel from between of his legs
>"I know Anon... but still... I mean, I love Pumpkin and she loves me, the things we did felt good, but I just wanted to help her... Anon, I... how bad it would be if we always used that protection you were talking about... and we would do it away from ponies so noone would ever know? What if we would be very careful and responsible? We are very close and... it makes us very happy..."
>you sighed and helped him carefully remove the towel, turning your head away when he cleaned himself with the dry part of it

>>27545638
"Listen, Pound... even if you ignore the taboo, one day you'll meet a beautiful and smart mare, you'll be able to have foals with her, not like with Pumpkin. If it continues with your sis, there will be one day you'll have to choose between the normal life, creating a family, or still secretely making love to your sister and hiding from ponies. It'll crush your and your sister's hearts and I don't want it, Pound."
>you rolled the towel in a ball and put it on the floor
"There is no sense to start, Pound, don't go too far when it's not too late."
>the little colt sat down on the bed and looked at you with a sad face
>"We know about that, Anon, we planned to do it only when we're together alone, we can move on when we meet other ponies to love... but I know what you mean, I'm sorry again, Anon."
>you ruffled his mane and hugged him
"Take a shower, kid and don't think too much about it, you both are still too young for anything like that"
>he nodded and trotted to the bathroom

That's all for now, I'll write more later.

>>27545453
>I've remade this part to my taste.
the way it should always be your way. don't pander or write stuff just because we wanted it.

>>27545565
>his little ponut and balls clenched every few seconds
that's hot

>>27545643
one minor thing that bothered me with this. pound talks like an adult then slip back talking like a child.
other than that its a good read. I can't wait to read more stuff from you.
PS use name when u write story, it would help us keep track of you.

>>27545712
>pound talks like an adult then slip back talking like a child
Where?

>>27545729
nah forget it. its just a minor thing as I was over analyzing the way he talks.

its about the subject at hand, its hard for me to comprehend the idea that a foal having sex and was aware of what hes doing.

>"I know Anon... but still... I mean, I love Pumpkin and she loves me, the things we did felt good, but I just wanted to help her... Anon, I... how bad it would be if we always used that protection you were talking about... and we would do it away from ponies so noone would ever know? What if we would be very careful and responsible? We are very close and... it makes us very happy..."

that's not a foal that's an adult.

Whoa, leave for less than a day and there's 3 new stories to read and review! I guess that speaks well of the health of the thread.

>>27538089 (Nomine's noir one-shot)
>It was a dark and stormy night, and my flank was burning like the fire in my heart.
You started me off laughing with that line.

>The ‘Stache.
Reference to the original JAN video? Nice.

>cider I swiped when mom wasn’t watching.
Wonder if that's gonna come back to bite him in the ass.
Perfect film noir parody...comedy is really hard to write, you do it well.

>>27540968 (Anon's Cake Twin's tale)
>>you are Anon, the babysitter extraordinaire in Ponyville
Good setup, but where is Pinkie Pie? She's usually utilized in that role...a small line mentioning where she is might have been nice. I'll assume she went with her Bosses.

>continue? y/n
For future reference, the answer to that question is always yes. Don't get discouraged by lack of feedback, it happens to all of us sometimes. Sometimes it takes a few tries to build an audience.

> Pound erratically humped his little sister as she moaned and grunted
Whoa! That took an unexpected turn.

>"I need... an explanation, a GOOD and LONG explanation, from both of you.
That's a different way to handle it...I think most adults would assume it was their job to do the explaining; why this behavior is unacceptable and taboo.

>Pumpkin suffered every few w-weeks
>that strange thing that happened every spring
A little contradiction there. Does it happen every few weeks or only in Spring. When in doubt just look for an article on IRL horse estrus. Can't go wrong with facts.

>we did it a few times... are you going to tell our parents?..."
>Anon, p-please don't tell our parents,
I like how they keep asking this question...Anon is focused on the act, they are worried about getting in trouble. Perfect kid characterization.

>>Cheerlie has to explain herself to you too, but later
Huh? Why? Did I miss something?

Post limit. More to come...

>>27545887
Like it was earlier stated, they had their sex-ed classes (poorly done, but still) and they are "legal" (following the popular headcanon that cutie mark = can bang).
Pumpkin and Pound are smart kids, but sometimes they have silly ideas, plus the hormoness can flip everything when they feel the need to beat the heat.

I understand why do you feel like that about this dialogue, maybe I should break it or make it shorter. Nevertheless, they're not kids nor adults here, but they're a bit more responsible and smart than other foals.

>>27541375 (Anon, Pumpkin & Pound cont.)
>>no- you can't do it with sibilings and oh my lord- you don't know WHY you both can't do it, don't you?"
Anon's confused tone is great. I can see him being totally flustered here, not know what to say (he eventually does well though).

> Cheerlie will have a very serious conversation with you
Okay, I get it now. But Anon shouldn't be too critical...some parents go nuts when teachers give too much information, or any at all (which is the direction I thought you were headed). Sex Ed Teachers have to strike a delicate balance.

>I'll take both of you over my lap and slap your butts a few times.
>>"Y-You can't! It's... it's hurting somepony else! You can't hurt somepony, a foal!"
Looks like you came to the wrong thread, kid.

>"Can we continue?"
Hmm, I can see you're going for something different and unique here so thumbs up for that, but based on the other comments I'm seeing you're kinda losing the crowd. Anon seems wishy-washy here...he shouldn't be asking the foals for permission to discipline them. You can keep the mild spanking in fact I don't even think this situation warrants a spanking but Anon should be more decisive. Getting it over quickly is easier on everyone.

>the rest of the slaps landed on both oh his cheeks, and you got the proper number for each smack
>on the end, you hugged him close like his sister a few minutes earlier
Kind of an abrupt stop there. Perhaps you should have ended it a few lines sooner, and deferred Pound's big scene to your next installment.

Well written, although no capitalization of the first letters of your sentences is vexing. Looking forward to more...perhaps a serious man-to-man (man to colt?) between Anon and Pound? I'll have a note on one of your later posts to come, but I'm going to move on to Woox.

>>27543943 (Woox's dream story)
First off, this looks like an improvement in punctuation and grammar. Thumbs up...it's much easier for us readers that way.
And a bonus picture too! Nice!

>Sheira is one of these spirit creatures. she is a rebellious teenager, she only follows her own rules.
Interesting set-up...
>Sheira : "hmm this little filly dream seems interesting"
Though I believe Shady Daze is a colt, not a filly.
http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Shady_Daze
If this is R63 it could use a line explaining that.

>Shady daze was dreaming about being at school
Side note; I hate it when that happens. When I dream I hope for something interesting and exciting...even a cool nightmare. Not the same stuff I have to do every day. Okay, back to the story...

>then she got a flashback of her parents scolding her about doing that.
Ha! So it happens to dream spirits too!

> her smiley daisies in her cutie mark frowned .
Neat dream detail.

>his dick went hard
Now she/he has a dick? I'm confused now. Is this dream logic, or did you perhaps mix up the words filly with foal? Fillies are female...colts are males...foal covers both genders.

>everything in the dream was shaking too. then he woke up.
>it was his mother shoeshine was shaking him up to wake him.
Poor Shady...dreams always seem to end at the best part.

>To be continued ... ?
If you're asking for a vote the answer is always yes. I think you got all you needed out of Shady Daze but Sheira is a really interesting concept and I'd like to see her enter more dreams.

>>27546225
derp.
yes I got the words mixed up.
> I think you got all you needed out of Shady Daze
oh no, I'm not done with shady daze yet. his 'spanking' story just started.

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>>27545927
>Good setup, but where is Pinkie Pie?
Not important to this story, I don't like her.

>That's a different way to handle it...I think most adults would assume it was their job to do the explaining; why this behavior is unacceptable and taboo.
>Huh? Why? Did I miss something?
Anon knew they had sex ed classes and he knows Cheerlie, so it's surprising to him they had their private fun together.

>but based on the other comments I'm seeing you're kinda losing the crowd
And I have at least one guy who really likes it. I'm not going to force that 'crowd' to like my fic and I'm not going to force myslef to write for them about fetishes and methods that just make me sick. It's just a different story, maybe (or maybe not) in a few weeks there will be a bigger crowd who would like this kind of writing.

>he shouldn't be asking the foals for permission to discipline them
Like I said, they are good, relatively responsible and smart kids. It's not a generic spankfic.

>You can keep the mild spanking
Not my fetish.

>in fact I don't even think this situation warrants a spanking
Me too, but my Anon decided to slap two birds with one hand; to give them an interesting example of light punishment by just being stretched over his lap and to relieve them after being pent up and interrupted in the middle of the sexual act (especially for Pumpkin, since she couldn't reach the peak by herself). Anon is like a very close friend for them and he saw every inch of their body since he bathed them when they were younger,. They're not ashamed of being touched by him or have their parts exposed, Anon's intentions are not to take adventage on them for his own pleasure.

>Kind of an abrupt stop there
Read from here >>27545453, I re-made that part because yesterday I was too tired to finish it properly.

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>>27546376
>Anon should be more decisive
The relationship between them didn't change because of that incident, they were still his beloved, nice kids and he was still their cool Anon, the older brother/good uncle. Turning him into a harsch disciplining adult would be very, very out of character for him

>>27544185 (back to Anon. You really need a name, it makes things easier)
>Don't expect from me a spanking as a tool to abuse kids, shit disgusts me.

Okay...
First; they're not real.
This is fiction about fictitious characters. Nobody is writing instruction manuals or trying to advance an agenda, either pro or anti spanking.

We write these things as self-insert fantasies. Some like to imagine themselves in the position of the spanker, others (myself included) enjoy imagining themselves in the position of the spankee. Some enjoy both...there's nothing wrong with any of those because it's all imaginary.

If you share this fetish (and since you worked hard to write an 11 part story about it you obviously do) you need to reconcile the difference between fact and reality inside your own head or you'll drive yourself crazy. Like all fetishes this escalates...you will eventually desire more a intense fix and if you can't separate fact from fantasy you'll end up hating yourself. We can give advice, but only you can do this.

Of course kids get abused. It's a horrible truth and we ALL know this. But no kid is being abused because of a story about cartoon horses on an adult message board...and they never will.

In addition, you opened your story with a hardcore sex scene between children...brother and sister no less. You have absolutely no right to be preachy here, okay?
>following the popular headcanon that cutie mark = can bang
The only people who believe that HC are the ones who feel they need to justify drawing underage porn. Again...they're fictional. Nobody is being hurt by it and nobody is going to be inspired to rape a baby because of something they saw on derpibooru or 4chan.

Keep writing the mild spankings you enjoy, by all means. They're fun and you're a decent writer...I would like to see more. But FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT you have to learn to separate fetish from reality or you will end up hating something in yourself that you can't change.

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Hey, I don't judge you. I just say that fetish disgusts me and I don't like it. Like I said, I don't expect a crowd of fans, I just posted a spanking story in the spanking thread, maybe it's different from what you usually post here, maybe not- I've read maybe 3 stories from your archives.

>>27546601
>I just say that fetish disgusts me and I don't like it.
Then why did you even click on a fetish thread that disgusts you? And why did you write an 11-part story for that thread. That's a lot of work...I know, I've been writing for 30 years. Don't expect me to believe you have zero interest in something you just put so much work into then begged for feedback multiple times.

Enough said. New story time...piggybacking off Nomine's Colt's Club stories.

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>>27546693
FOAL WARS: Episode V
The Fillies Strike Back

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Chip Mint had lost track of how far he'd been galloping. With the bag over his head (which smelled of peanut butter) it was impossible to tell where he was now. It had been stupid to go down to the river that passed through Sweet Apple Acres alone.
>It's my own dumb fault I got captured.
Now Chip was at the mercy of his most dreaded enemies...the Fillies of Ponyville.

>"Alright, prisoner, watch your step...there's a ramp right there."
That sounded like Sweetie Belle...yeah, totally Sweetie Belle. Chip tried to take a careful step but still stumbled on one of the cross-boards of the ramp.
>"Think we can take the bag off his head? We're already here."
>"No! The prisoner must remain blindfolded until we're safely inside the secret base."
Secret Base?
Did the fillies have a hide-out that colt spies had not discovered yet? They had marched him a long distance since capture.
With a filly on either side of him, Chip Mint was carefully led up the ramp, which took a right-angle turn onto another ramp before it leveled out.
>"Secure the prisoner!"
This new voice was clearly Scootaloo. Her voice was easy to recognize.
>"Whoa! Hey! What are you doing?"
>"No talking!"
Grudgingly, Chip Mint shut his mouth. It was part of the game; the fillies had caught him fair and square, now he was at their mercy. Soon he was tied up too tightly to run away, rough hemp rope binding his cannons front and rear.
>"Alright, he ain't goin' nowhere. Take the bag off his head."