- Striped Rear by UF
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- Of the many powers of authority
- And its hold over morality
- You discovered first-hand as you approached the stocks
- And the zebra trapped between them, held fast by the locks.
- Zecora glanced backwards, her eyes lacking belief,
- Which you returned with a grimace that offered no relief.
- Her head to the floor, her rump to the air,
- Her tail raised high so that all else lay bare.
- A good friend she had been, and an acquaintance most kind.
- Surely hard pressed you would be for a better ally to find.
- Yet both fate and those who govern would grant you the power
- Over justice and punishment to be delivered this hour.
- Her crime was most laughable,
- A sin almost affable
- But yet sentenced she was all the same
- To fifty beats until surely she would be lame.
- Different as she was, it was considered a crime
- To talk to Gods in little more than a rhyme.
- This group of those who held prejudice
- Did surely seek to encourage this
- For to them, zebras could not ever belong
- And that her very presence was nothing short of being wrong.
- Though no charges could be pressed
- They waited till a moment best
- For them to frame her for a theft
- And thus an excuse was found to abuse her cleft.
- And you would have to play your role
- To reduce her to nought but a foal,
- For all the humiliation of being beaten by a friend
- Would surely bring this façade to a satisfactory end.
- Taking the saddle,
- Being given the paddle
- And with it the powers of justice.
- You couldn’t help but feel that something lay amiss
- As you held the tool in one clenched fist.
- There had to be a detail that everybody missed.
- Princess Celestia would observe the proceedings
- And be there to monitor every one of the beatings
- To her sides, stood two guards
- Disgruntled from being taken away from their cards
- And surely in a state most surly
- That they would compensate by emphasising their figures most burly.
- Yet how could this monarch let herself be so fooled?
- Surely all the authority with which she ruled
- Could be used to prove this poor zebra’s innocence
- Or at least offer some other form of penance.
- And yet she stood by with a grin most teasing
- Waiting for that moment in which you would begin pleasing
- Her majesty with your brutal beating
- Of a friend until and after she began with her bleating.
- “Zecora of the Everfree forest, you have been accused”
- She began with a smirk that suggested she were amused,
- “Of villainy against the people of Ponyville.
- For your crimes of theft you will be beaten until
- The count of fifty and my satisfaction reaches its peak
- Until then, no objection, I wish not to hear a squeak.
- As for you anon, you are charged with deliverance
- Of this punishment, which I trust you will not show any resistance
- To, nor suggest you are against, in which case the task
- Will be put to my guards, a cruel fate for which surely you would not ask.”
- There seemed to be no other option but to go on with the proceedings
- You clenched Zecora’s buttocks and begged she would not begin with the pleadings.
- As you pulled the paddle behind your back,
- And readied yourself to deliver the smack
- Zecora drew in her breathe and waited for it to begin
- And Celestia stood back and watched with a grin.
- You thrust the paddle downwards and clapped it against her rear
- And she grunted in return, not from pain but from fear.
- You turned to the princess, in hopes she might relieve you
- Of duty, though instead she simply said sweetly: “Please, continue.”
- Though you knew you didn’t want to, you returned to your duty
- And slapped the paddle again and again onto her undeserving booty.
- Fifteen more times you smacked it against her
- Watching the reddening of her once monochrome fur.
- She hissed between her teeth at the paddle’s cruel bite
- Yet stayed where she was without any hint of a fight.
- Surely her behaviour was enough for freedom to be given to
- Her, yet again was it said: “the punishment requires you to continue.”
- With the paddle in hand you struck a mighty thwack
- Bouncing against her ass with a merciless crack
- Her pain was clear, though she tried to stay proud
- You could hear her complaints as she mumbled aloud
- “Forgive me my crimes; I must have done wrong,”
- “But surely no action merits torment this strong!”
- Heavy fell her words, of which you were inclined to agree
- The paddle in your hand felt like the source of all villainy.
- Yet as you turned and tried to beseech the princess
- The monarch just sighed and continued to profess:
- “It is absolutely essential that you continue.”
- Added a guard: “Surely abandonment is what a coward would do.”
- A gag was put in place to prevent any coercion
- And the guards moved closer to prevent your desertion.
- You didn’t want to continue but you knew you had no choice.
- Authority’s command led you on with authority’s voice.
- What difference did it make what you thought wrong or right?
- A punishment would be delivered no matter who held the might.
- Surely for the both of you things would surely be best
- If you stayed where you were and completed the rest
- You were thirty strikes down with only twenty to go
- And with the zebra now gagged, nothing would break your new flow.
- The paddle struck home and her cheeks wobbled hard
- The finely sculpted rump, thick as though inflated with lard.
- There was strange satisfaction to be seen in the motion.
- Watching as though hypnotised, you were struck with the notion
- That perhaps you were aroused at holding this power
- At the idea that because of you now, Zecora did cower.
- As strike number forty rang in the air
- You still sighed from the guilt and wanted to free her from despair
- Celestia in turn rolled her eyes in her head and said “Come now, anon,
- You have no other choice. You must go on.”
- And so go on you did, because that’s what you were told
- For surely to show resistance, you could not be so bold.
- Authority’s command would obscure all emotion
- And you would oblige its decrees with pure, cold devotion.
- Forty five spanks hung heavy on her cheeks
- Leaving a sting would surely remain for weeks.
- The tears flowed freely down her damp, sodden face
- Chasing each other, as though engaged in a race.
- The forty sixth swing and now barely were you thinking
- So lost in your task, in your mind you were sinking.
- For now as forty seven was brought down with a crash
- From this situation, you had made yourself detach.
- Her guttural moans of pain and pure anguish
- Were enough to make anyone wish
- That someone else had been selected for this divine right
- And that if they were in charge, they might have been of greater moral height.
- Forty nine became fifty and a small cheer was raised
- Satisfaction abound, as Zecora’s ass blazed.
- She was removed from the stocks and carried away
- And you hoped that soon she might forgive you, if not then someday.
- Celestia approached and with yet another grin,
- She began to taunt you once more: “You are guilty of this sin.
- The paddle was not fixed in your hands, yet you complied.
- Had you simply said no, I would have revealed that I lied.
- Though she was due to be punished, I would not have my guard
- Lay a hoof on her backside or cause it to be marred.
- You punished this zebra, because I asked you to.
- Not because of whatever it was that you wanted to do.
- So before you blame me, please think on yourself
- And be sure to consider your own mental health.”
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