Twilight Time by Anon 
(Twilight Sparkle / Foals, Spike)

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>Twilight time.

>The foals were all in the library, gawking over Twilight.
>Spike was in the kitchen, making snacks.
>Twilight was at her wits end.
>They were being quite naughty.
>Some of them started damaging some books.
>Twilights eyes twitch.

>"Enough!"
>All the foals stare at the princess as her horn glows, her magic encompassing the entire library.
>"The way your all acting is unacceptable! This is a library!"
>Foals dared not speak.
>"Your all getting a spanking!"

>Foals react quickly.
>Some try begging their way out.
>Others try escaping only to realize Twilight has magically closed off and reinforced the entire library.
>They were all trapped there.

>Twilight grabs a wooden stool and sits on it.
>Her horn glows as three of the oldest foals get levitated to her. One on her lap and two floating in front of her with butts in full view.
>She then teleports and wields three manebrushes with her magic.

>Hard spanking commences. The three troublemakers making a lot of noise.
>Other foals watch in terror, some try to increase attempts at escaping but to no avail.
>Spike, who is now stuck in the kitchen decides to just stay there for the time being.
>Soon Twilight finishes with the three crying, red bottomed foals and puts them in a corner and uses her magic to prevent them from leaving. It also forces their tails to be raised and prevents rubbing.

>Twilight then grabs three more foals and does the same thing.
>And again.
>Foals quickly realize that Twilight does indeed intend to spank all of them.

>Escape attempts continue (futile) and begging intensifies.
>Twilight ignores them and proceeds to spank. Any foal that gets close in an attempt to talk her out of it gets levitated away.

>She goes from oldest to youngest.
>Older ponies get there spankings over with faster, but get a longer corner time while younger ponies get to watch in terror and anticipation for their turn.

>The library quickly runs out of corners so Twilight puts the foals in front of the walls wherever she can.

>Some foals get more and more desperate to get out, but still to no avail.
>A few still try begging and negotiating, but they know it's pointless.
>Many are crying before it's their turn.
>Meanwhile the already spanked foals are sniffling in their place wishing they could rub there sore red bottoms.
>Some of the younger foals ask them what they have to look forward to. The answers make them even more nervous.

>Soon Twilight gets to the youngest ponies there.
>They get brushed like the rest, albeit with slightly fewer swats then there older compatriots.

>Twilight finishes with three more ponies and only a teary eyed Pipsqueak is left.
>He tries to beg, more out of reflex then anything, but gets the same as the rest.

>Twilight sighs, dispelling the library.
>Ponyville’s entire foal population (minus babies) cover the library.
>Quite the sight.

>Spike comes in.
>"Oh wow." Is all he can say.
>Twilight sniffs the air.
>"Spike, did you burn something?"
>Spike smiles nervously. He got careless in the kitchen during the spankings and accidently caused some minor burn damage.
>"Umm, nope!" He lied
>...

>Spike joined the rest of the foals, being put between Sweetie Belle and Rumble, his butt just as red as the rest.

>Twilight gave them all a long lecture on proper behavior in a library (and in general) and a short lecture on kitchen safety for Spike.
>She then let everypony (and dragon) go and watched as the bottom rubbing commenced.

>Then they had a proper Twilight time.
>The snacks Spike made were good.
>Parents reactions weren't.

-----Appendix:-----

Imagine taking a stroll through Horseville that night...

>Warm summer evening
>Celestia's sun sets, Luna's stars take over the sky
>It's a nice evening for a trot
>Most ponies have their windows open to enjoy the warm night
>You can hear what's going on inside the houses
>Ponies eating dinner
>Ponies reading books together
>Ponies playing board games
>But things don't sound so pleasant in every home...
>You hear a young colt, sobbing
>His parents' voices are stern, angry but controlled
>The colt is begging
>Begging his parents not to do something
>You soon know what
>Sharp slaps, followed by crying
>Poor kid
>But you know the family
>He wouldn't be getting this if he didn't deserve it
>He'll be okay

>Moving on...
>You pass another house and hear a filly squealing in despair
>Quick snapping sounds accompany her sad song
>Her granny's wooden spoon isn't stirring soup tonight

>You pass a third house, then a fourth
>Little fillies and colts are getting spanked all over town
>You see a tearful unicorn filly picking a switch from the hedges in front of her house
>When she sees you she freezes
>Blushing deeply with shame
>You both stand there awkwardly
>Neither knows what to say...but saying nothing feels rude
>Her father's voice breaks the tension
"MELODY MINX! If you're not back in this house with that switch by the time I count to 3!"
>With a look of terror in her eyes she gallops away to her painful fate
>All you can manage is a feeble wave

>10...11...12...
>It's an epidemic
>Unfortunate fillies and colts all over town are getting their rumps roasted tonight
>You hear mommies and daddies giving spankings
>A few grandparents, uncles and aunts
>You hear hairbrushes being used
>Switches, paddles and belts
>And plenty of plain old hooves
>In various houses you see the drama at various stages
>A filly waits alone in her bedroom, nervously watching the door
>In another house a colt frantically begs for clemency while his big Earth stallion father rolls up his sleeve
>From your angle, as you pass you can see;
>The father has more tears in his eyes than the son

>Further down the street you see a brother and sister getting it together
>The big brother gallantly entreats mom to spare his little sister
"It isn't her fault. I set a bad example."
>Brave kid
>But his mother assures him there's plenty of spanks to go around

>Down near the pond you hear Sweetie Belle's high pitched squeals
>Her spanking is in full-swing
>Cookie Crumbles is putting her manebrush to good use

>But as you finish up your walk you pass a house where the crying and smacks have ended
>Rumble sits in his mother's lap, sniffling out apologies for his behavior
>His mom strokes his mane and lectures gently, rocking her very sorry colt back and forth
>Her chest fur is damp with his tears

>That seems like a good note to head home on
>You don't know how many little pony heinies got reddened tonight
>You lost count at 18
>You don't know what brought on this mass spanking event
>You're sure Pinkie Pie will tell you tomorrow when you go to buy bread at SCC.
>She knows all the town gossip and shares it with you whether you ask or not

>You sit on your front porch with your hooves up
>Hard cider chilled...maybe some Jokeweed if you're so inclined
>Down in the village you can hear the last few paddle smacks
>Bedroom lights flicker out and soon the only light comes from Luna's brilliant night sky
>Ponyville is a weird place.
>But fuck it...the rent's cheap.