Acting Up for the Babysitter by Anon 
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>Sweetie Belle does not think she needs a babysitter
>Mom & Dad disagree
"You're too young to stay alone a whole weekend."
>They're accompanying Rarity to some big Junior Fashion event
>Can't find a friend for her to stay with on short notice
>Luckily, Mr. Anon is available

>Suddenly Sweetie's attitude changes
>Mr. Anon is kinda cute
>For an old person
>Maybe having a babysitter isn't all bad

>She tries to provoke a spanking
>That might be fun and sexy to do with Anon
>Bratty behavior
>Backtalk
>Refusal to do homework or chores
>Leaving messes
>Anon admonishes her
>She taunts him;
"What are you gonna do...spank me?"
>Shakes her skinny loli rear
>Yellow skirt swinging back and forth
>But Anon doesn't take the bait
>He gives her time-outs, takes away the TV remote
>Never spanks her

>Monday morning, Mom & Dad return home
>Sweetie is nervous
"You aren't gonna tell on me, are you?"
>Oh yes he is
>Anon unrolls the list of Sweetie's misbehavior like a scroll
>Before he's even halfway through she's being dragged up to her bedroom by the ear

>Sweetie Belle thought a spanking from Anon would be fun
>But there's nothing fun about the long hard paddling her bare bottom gets from Mom's hairbrush

>And after Mom is done with Sweetie's butt, it's Dad's turn. 
>Dad is still listening to the "naughty list" Anon is giving him while his wife paddles Sweetie upstairs
>and he thinks that his thick leather belt and Sweetie's little behind propped up on some pillows is the perfect way to finish the job. 

>Sweetie also has a week of bare bottom bedtime spankings to look forward to with Mom's hairbrush. 

>Sweetie will be looking at her butt in the mirror each day when she gets home from school, pouting and teary eyed when she sees the crimson red color her cheeks have been tanned the night before >feeling her tummy ache from nervousness and fear
>knowing full well that she is due for another good hairbrush spanking later that night
>and there's nothing she can do about it. 

>Sweetie Belle whines, her skirt raised and her panties lowered down to her knees
>rubbing a hand over her still warm red cheeks while she looks in the mirror

>"Damn it Anon... owww..."

>Day 3 of her personal week from hell
>Sweetie Belle's butt is so sore and red, that it is getting hard to sit down at school
>those stupid seats! 
>School just had those wooden desks with the hard, wooden chairs 
>After sitting for 7 straight hours, her burning bum feels like it can't take it anymore!

>But nonetheless, her bedtime spanking with Mom's hairbrush is still delivered that night
>Mom doesn't stop until Sweetie's little bare bum is once again burning hot, glowing red, and her daughter is crying like the naughty little girl she is
>Which given how sore her butt already is, doesn't take more than a minute
>and then, it's time for bed...

>At bedtime, Sweetie Belle sleeps with her pajama pants pulled down below her thighs and her bare bum sticking up in the air
>uncovered by the blankets, trying to cool off

>The next morning, Sweetie has an idea! 
>she carefully slips on THREE pairs of panties underneath her skirt 
>This will surely give her extra padding! 

>Sure enough, today at school isn't so bad!
>The extra pairs of panties do a good job giving her just a little more cushion on her hard desk chair
>But by lunchtime, Sweetie runs into a new problem...

>the three pairs of panties are actually trapping the heat radiating from her red bottom cheeks
>one pair gives the heat enough breathing room to escape, but three pairs actually traps it against her sore skin
>Sweetie makes a trip to the bathroom just so she can get into a stall and take her panties down for a minute to let her butt cool down
>it does the trick, luckily, and Sweetie Belle manages to last the rest of the day!
>During the car ride home, Sweetie is actually feeling proud of herself
>What a clever idea she's come up with! 
>Sure, she still had 4 more nights of bedtime spankings this week...
>but now, at least she would be able to sit comfortably at school! 

>But something happens when she gets home that Sweetie did not expect.
>Her Mom, when they walk through the door, notices something...
>Sweetie's little yellow skirt, on the back, there's a little... bump
>a raised panty line just a little bit visible through the fabric in the right light
>Mom notices this, and a thought occurs to her...

>Without warning, Mom reaches down, grabs Sweetie Belle's skirt and lifts it up
>and manages to get a good look at her daughter's panty... or rather, pantIES covered red rump 
>Sweetie Belle yelps with shock, and reflexively slams her hand down onto her skirt and whirls around 
>trying to hide her little secret
>"M-Mom! W-What are you doing?"

>But too late, Sweetie Belle. 
>Mom already saw what she had suspected
>she knew as soon as she'd noticed her daughter's discreet panty line through her clothes
>She crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips angrily, and points down at her daughter's waistline with an accusatory jab of her finger

>"No use, young lady. I already saw."

>Sweetie Belle's throat constricts, and her eyes widen 
>Oh NO.
>"W-Wait, I-I can explain, Mom..."

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>Well, in an effort to be fair, Mom made sure to listen to Sweetie Belle's explanation...

>But unfortunately for Sweetie Belle, Mom didn't really like her explanation at all. 
>Mom and Dad had already made it very clear that sitting at school with a sore butt wasn't just a result of her punishment, but a PART of it
>And Sweetie knew it, too...

>So, fifteen minutes later, Sweetie Belle's skirt and all three pairs of panties are laying folded on the floor next to the sofa
>And in the corner next to the sofa, sobbing, sniffling, and squirming Sweetie Belle stands with her nose in the corner
>hands clasped together in front of her 
>and her freshly spanked, squirming, and absolutely crimson bare butt on full display

>Mom looks at her crying, well punished daughter in the corner with an exasperated sigh. 
>She shakes her head and mutters under her breath

>"Damn it, Sweetie Belle..."

>Sweetie Belle stays there in the corner until Dad gets home over an hour later.
>She waits fearfully and anxiously as Mom tells Dad everything 
>She fidgets and squirms in place, and her heart beats like crazy 

>Sweetie hears her Dad's calm but menacingly low voice directed toward her in the corner
>Her heart leaps in her chest 

>"Sweetie. Petunia. Belle. Come here."
>Sweetie Belle gulps, but she obeys fearfully
>and when she turns to face her father, she feels her sobs coming on again

>Dad has the belt in his hand. 
>He stares down at her with a look only a father upset at his daughter could give.

>"Sweetie Belle, I am very, very disappointed in you. Trying to cheat your way out of your punishment... it's unnacceptable. Do you understand?"

>Sweetie Belle bites back a sob, and nods her head tearfully
>"Yes, Daddy... I'm sorry..."
>she knows her poor butt is in for the thrashing of a lifetime today
>But at the same time... she knew what she did today was very bad. 
>and as her Dad always said, in this family:
>"Bad girls get good spankings, and very bad girls get VERY good spankings!"

>Despite how much her butt burned and throbbed already, Sweetie Belle was once again guided by her Dad into spanking position
>bent over the sofa arm, her little feet dangled in the air and her upper body lay slumped against the seat cushions
>and her butt bent over the padded sofa arm, her red cheeks jutting up in the air as a perfect spanking target
>the hot, sore skin stretched painfully from the position, but Sweetie obediently lay there and with a shudder, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate

>But mere minutes later, Sweetie wasn't so calm anymore
>Her feet kicking and scissoring frantically in the air, and her howling filling the room
>Her bottom shaking and squirming uselessly over the sofa arm as Dad delivered repeated slow and methodical lashes to his errant daughter's bare rump, three or four times per minute
>Sweetie Belle crying and muttering gibberish as her bottom is punished
>little deep red welts and dark stripes stretching across her already scarlet spanked cheeks
>her crying gets more breathless with each passing stroke, and she writhes over the sofa desperately
>"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!"
>Dad finishes with a last five spanks to her sit spots, just where her bottom meets her thighs
>one after the other
>Leaving at least ten seconds in between each one to let the burning sting soak into her buns

>Sweetie Belle weeps and wails, but she obediently holds her position 
>despite her now constant writhing and kicking of her feet
>her glutes flex and jiggle a little bit over the sofa arm as a result of all her desperate kicking
>her legs moving every which direction, sometimes crossing over on another
>and sometimes spreading far apart, splaying out
>Of course, Dad doesn't really care, he's seen it many times before over the years
>but if a boy Sweetie's age were here right now, they'd be getting quite the unintentional show...

>Dad gives Sweetie several minutes to recover while he puts the warmed leather belt back on his waist.
>She takes a while to stop kicking her feet, writhing her hips and waving her butt around, but eventually she becomes still
>and her crying dies down into sobs and sniffles again

>Before Sweetie knows it, she's back in the corner.
>And now, her butt is sporting a good number of just the deepest scarlet red stripes of searing burning and pain
>Sweetie Belle's toes curl and wiggle, and she shifts her hips side to side, taking turns putting weight on one foot or the other
>mindless fidgeting to try and distract her from the absolute ROASTING her poor bottom had just suffered
>If she thought she couldn'f sit down for a week before, it had to have been more like a month now!

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>Well, it's now Day 5 of Sweetie Belle's horrible week
>Sweetie got less sleep than usual last night due to her burning bum
>but a cold shower applied directly on her naked behind had helped a lot!
>and after a lot of rubbing and fanning cool air onto her cheeks with a paper fan, Sweetie Belle had fallen asleep in her now too familiar position:
>Red rump, sticking up in the air, uncovered by blankets

>When she got dressed, this time she didn't put on three pairs of panties
>in fact, one pair already stung her poor blazing behind enough! 
>School was predictably miserable, and Sweetie Belle had to squirm a whole lot in her chair to try and soothe her sore fanny
>And when she looked around, she noticed to her own mortification that a couple of the other girls were watching her
>their facial expressions were trying to be neutral, but Sweetie could tell that they had figured it out
>She blushed with embarrassment and tried to hide her face, but it was no use...

>Truthfully, it wasn't that uncommon for a student to be caught squirming due to having a well spanked bottom in this more rural school district
>Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sometimes sported spanked rear ends at school too, you knew
>and even in the locker rooms during gym class, it wasn't that uncommon to see another girl with a red behind under her panties when you were getting dressed
>at worst, this sight typically met with light snickers and teasing from the girl's friends before it was forgotten again
>no big deal...

>But even so, Sweetie still felt embarrassed. 
>And even if she wasn't embarrassed... goodness, her bottom simply HURT!
Well, I got carried away and turned this one off into a green. I'll probably continue this next thread assuming we have another thread right after this one. Hope you all enjoy it, and sorry for my shitty writing abilities!
>When Sweetie gets back home,she makes a beeline for the bathroom
>she immediately lifts her skirt up high and pulls down her panties so she can see what her sharply stinging behind looks like a day later

>Wow, it's still SO RED
>Sweetie Belle thought it looked red all the other days, but now, her buttocks looked like two red delicious apples!
>She whined, rubbing her hand softly over the very warm flesh and hissing from the sting
>Her hand left a little white imprint on her left cheek, and when she pulled it away, it faded back to scarlet like a bad sunburn 
>Sweetie Belle pouted and wiped her shiny eyes, her tummy aching with dread
>Tonight's bedtime hairbrush paddling was still to come...

>soon, before Sweetie knew it, it was 9 pm
>and Sweetie Belle was waiting anxiously in her bedroom again
>Her pajama pants and panties pulled down and bunched around her ankles, nose in the corner
>waiting for Mom to come in and whack her tush yet again...

>But she hears from behind her two sets of footsteps instead of one that enter her room
>Sweetie Belle doesn't have time to process it very long when she hears another, deeper voice say her name

>"Sweetie Belle. Turn around, dear." 

>Oh no! I was her Dad. 
>Sweetie Belle's bottom clenched at hearing his booming voice
>She felt her heart leap in her chest, and for a second her feet were frozen to the spot
>but she took a deep breath and, obediently, she turned around with her hands clasped together in front of her, below her waist

>Oh no, it was EVEN WORSE
>Not just Dad, but Mom was standing there, too! 
>They both regarded their sniffling daughter with somber expressions
>Sweetie Belle waited with fearful eyes, gulping as her mind began to imagine all of the possibilities of what it meant to see both her parents standing there
>But she didn't have to imagine long, because Dad spoke

>"Sweetie, your Mom and I have been talking. About your punishment."
>Sweetie Belle's stomach sank, and she wilted under Dad's stern gaze
>About her punishment? Oh no! What could he mean? 
>Dad continues

>"And Sweetie, after yesterday's spankings you took, and how red your little bottom is today... well, we've decided to postpone your last 3 bedtime spankings until the end of the week."

>Sweetie Belle's eyes nearly popped out of the sockets from shock, and she held back a gasp
>At first, the news made her heart flutter, and she felt a warm glow from somewhere other than her rear end!
>No bedtime spankings tonight? Not until the end of the week? She couldn't believe i---

>Wait. Wait a minute...
>Even if there wouldn't be any bedtime spankings the next three nights... he had just said "postponed"
>not "cancelled" just "postponed"
>which could only mean...

>Sweetie Belle's fluttering heart suddenly sank like a lead weight
>The little smile that had threatened to show up disappeared
>And she couldn't help it, but she let out a pitiful little whimper 

>Dad waited for her response, watching her facial expression change from relief to brand new anxiety
>Sweetie Belle twiddled her fingers, looked down at the floor at her bunched up pajamas, and spoke meekly

>"S-so that means... that means I'm gonna get th-three spankings on S-Saturday?"

>Dad sighed, and nodded his head in confirmation 
>Sweetie Belle's shoulders sagged, and she sniffled with tears forming in her eyes

>Oh, damn it...
>This was truly going to be the worst week EVER!


That's it til next thread! Tune in to see Sweetie make it through her "Spanking Saturday!"