Give and Take by Pan 
(Granny Smith / Shopkeeper)

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>orange filly steals from shop in Ponyville
>shopkeeper chases the thief but loses track
>shopkeeper finds another filly (Scootaloo) who looks the same as the thief
>Pleading and promising from Scootaloo that she didn't do it
>keeper spanks her until Granny Smith intervenes
>"Ya didn't do it?"
>"No ma'am!"
>Granny puts her hoof on the filly's rear
>"Ya SURE?"
>(...!) "N-no Granny!"
>She spanks her right cheek, then her left
>(Aaah!)
>"Positive?"
>"Really Granny!"
>"Let 'er go, miss... no filly can lie with a backside that red."
>The owner is embarrassed now for having disciplined the wrong filly
>"Sorry Granny, I thought..."
>"Ya didn't think nothin'."
>"Hehe, I guess you could say that."
>She is nervous now
>Granny is unpredictable and known to have an antiquated style
>Owner tries to make it right
>"Sorry, young filly. How about I take you back to my shop and make it up to you?"
>Sure enough, Granny had an opinion on this
>"That's smart. ... But it don't do much for the smarting in her fanny."
>Granny points to Scootaloo's rump and she blushes
>"Yes that's a shame Granny but she will have to talk about this with me back at my store. C'mon, little one."
>She starts walking, hoping to end the awkward encounter
>But it's just starting
>Granny bites the owner's ear and pulls back on it, making her poor ear stretch tight
>(OW!)
>She stops moving
>But this just seals her doom as Granny knows it works and keeps pulling
>Walking backwards to the very same stump Scootaloo was just smacked on
>(AH!) "Stop what are you doing?"
>"Hold yer horses. Just givin' you the same medicine ya gave Scootaloo,"
>" 'Cept -you- got the chance to be cured by it."
>Granny sat on the stump
>Any non parent would have an impossible time maneuvering a squirming, anxious, desperate pony over their lap for a well-earned spanking
>But Granny had more practice than almost any pony in Ponyville
>Not just with her children and grandchildren, but all their friends
>And any foal with the nerve to steal from Sweet Apple Acres soon lost their thieving spirit
>Right around the time they found out how many nerve endings a pony's posterior has...
>Much to some foals' mortification, Granny would even have impromptu corporal punishment lessons
>Whenever Granny found out a family didn't spank, and were at their wits' end, she invited them to the barn for some Apple hospitality
>Some squeamish parents wouldn't want their precious foal spanked until they were sure how it worked
>In those horrible cases, the Apple family fillies and colts had to take turns being the demo rump

>Granny knew this pony would be feisty
>so she took the needed precautions right away
>Tail pinned to her back, along with her dominant hoof
>the one this mare spanked Scoot with

>"Kicking and bucking already and we haven't even started yet. My my..."
>Granny patted the round flesh in front of her
>"Have ye ever been spanked, missy?"
>"NO! And I'm not going to start now!"
>"That's not what it looks like from up here."
>"Fact is, I can barely hear yer bellyaching 'cause yer head is so far away."
>"I figure I should take my answers from yer butt instead."
>"It's higher up." (PAT PAT)
>"How 'bout I deliver this message to you, you naughty rump?"
>"Can you pass it on to your owner?"
>Granny swore she just watched this rump shake "no"
>"And I'll just watch your expression and listen for any sounds you make to know if I'm getting through." (PAT PAT)
>that sets her off for sure
>Before, it was like she was trying to run off Granny's lap
>Her butt was mentioned, and so unceremoniously patted
>So she started squirming left and right, like she could tumble off Granny's capable lap
>She repeatedly flexed and unflexed her glutes, like her tush would avoid its imminent pain with their feeble motion
>(SWAT) "You can't do this! I'm a grown mare!"
>"A grown mare who's never had her hide tanned."
>"No wonder yer so--" (SWAT) "darn--" (SMACK) "uppity." (WHACK)
>"Maybe I should have you come to the farm every week for a month or two and learn all about corporal punishment."
>"Ah could teach ya about the wooden spoon..." (SPANK)
>"The switch..." (SPANK)
>"The riding crop..." (SPANK)
>"OW That won't be necessary! AH PLEASE"
>"How many years do you have on Scootaloo? Can't be more than fifteen." (SWAT)
>"AH I don't know ma'am!"
>"Ya think I'm on the right track?" (SPANK)
>"NO Yes ma'am!"
>"Fifteen." (SWAT)
>"Has a nice ring to it. How about fifteen more?" 
>She's kicking into a panic now
>"ARE YOU CRAZ- OW OW OW YES THAT SOUNDS FINE GRANNY!"
>Some lower sitspot smacks take the resistence right out of her

>Fifteen (was it fifteen yet?) felt like an eternity to the miscreant shopkeeper
>For Granny Smith the time flew by
>"Now that we're just about through, I like the idea ye had."
>"Take this here filly back to yer shop and make things right."
>"I'm going to ask her later if you made amends, and so help me if she is not satisfied..."
>"I will march you onto the front stoop of yer store and spank you in front of all of Ponyville."
>"I hope now you realize how much power we mares wield. One last thing."
>"You! For whuppin' this poor filly's bottom when her butt ain't done nuthin' to deserve it!"
>she smacks her hindquarters, nothing new
>"And you!
>She's focused on Scootaloo now
>"For all the shenanigans I know you and your insolent little rear-end get up to without anypony findin' out!"
>(WHACK)

>"Get going, you two!"
>(they respond simultaneously)
>"Y-yes ma'am!"
>they scamper off, both with matching red tushes