Title:           (Spanking) Rarity gets Punished
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Saturday 28th of December 2013 10:21:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 28th of December 2013 10:21:16 PM CDT

>You are Anonymous, and you are the Ponyville official punishment officer.
>Good punishment officers are rare. You have to have the stomach for the job and have to have just a touch of sadistic glee for your work.
>Turns out humans are much better at it then Ponies!
>Regardless, you do your job and it pays well enough. Very few pones in Ponyville ever act up enough to get punished, and even fewer are reported.
>Neighbors don't let neighbors go to the punishment officer.
>But every once in a while you must answer the call because something happened that was heinous enough and/or publicly known enough that it demanded action.
>This time, it happened to Rarity
 
>The courtroom was quiet as you sat back, strumming your fingers along the wood softly. You were not a witness, nor a prosecute, nor a defense attorney, nor the defendant, and not the judge or the jury- you were only the executioner.
>But you had to attend the boring court meetings anyway
>Sometimes you think they just make you sit down in this little chair nearby the judge's stand so you can intimidate people.
>You smirk ever so slightly, you can't say you didn't enjoy that part of the job.
>You rose as the judge entered the room- and then in came Rarity.
>She was wearing a tasteful black dress, obviously made by herself, for the occasion.
>You squint, you could only guess she wore the dress to try and subtly imply her quality and workmanship of the dresses.
>But it could backfire and just antagonize the offense
>This case was, of course, about dresses.
 
"This Ponyville court is now in session. Against the accused- Rarity- of professional negligence leading to a civil suit against her by the 'mares of ponyville'.
>Indeed, the witness stand was full of many angry looking mares
>You heard the rumors, Rarity's dresses had several 'malfunctions' over the last few months; leading to some very embarrassed ponies and at least one incident of injury when a dress fell apart and a young mare tripped on it, chipping a tooth on the cobblestone.
>You were just happy for both hers and Rarity's sake that she was not more injured.
>The evidence of almost a dozen dresses were brought up. A professional looked over the stitching and styles and found them to inferior and not acceptable
>A murmur went through the crowd
>Finally, the defense had a turn
>Rarity smiled, waving her hoof
"I call to the stand as a witness and character witness- Fluttershy!"
>Fluttershy approached the stand
>She sat and swore the oath, before answering the questions
"Does Rarity produce dresses that are of sufficient quality?"
>Fluttershy nodded
"Well then, care to examine these dresses?"
>Rarity's eyes shot open for a second, she reached her hoof to her mouth
>She forgot about Fluttershy's freak knowledge of sowing...
>What would she say?
>After looking over the dresses, Fluttershy looked appalled
>She then went on for a 15 minute rant as to why the dresses sowing job was poorly done and could 'come apart at any minute'
>She then looked at the devastated Rarity and Fluttershy suddenly gasped
"Oh- Rarity, I'm sorry..."
>The defense was toast, you grimace at what was to come
>The judge gives Rarity some last words
"I-I was so stressed your honor! I had such a huge workload; mistakes happen!"
>The entire crowd shook their head in disapproval.
 
"It is time for sentencing. Rarity, I hereby sentence you fully refund the customers who bought these inferior dresses, and to 25 public spanks from a paddle. Dismissed."
 
>Rarity looked devastated. You weren't sure if it was because of the refund or the paddling, but you weren't about to ask her.
>Rarity gives you a fearful look as she leaves the court and they send her off, preparing her for the punishment
>You get up and leave when directed, getting yourself a quick drink of water before you approach Town Hall- Rarity is your friend, you didn't want to do this to her
>But you know better then to decline, they would have to get that one pony from Canterlot to come down to give the spankings.
>You didn't want 'Bleedy Cheeks' to come to your town and give the spankings. You knew that much.
>Once you enter town hall, you see a small crowd gathered. Near the foot of the stage, with the best seat in the house, was the fillies and young colts of Ponyville; they were usually told to get up close so they can learn what happens when you break the rules once you're older
>Most probably got spanked by their parents, but never like this
>Most never would. Ponies feared the official paddler.
>You get up on stage and take the small wooden paddle, Rarity is up there
>She is locked into the stocks by the two guards, and you shoo them off with a wave of your hand
>You'll take it from here. You'll make her as comfortable as you can.
>Well, as comfortable as you can make a person who is getting their butt spanked in public can be, anyway
>Taking Rarity's tail, you pull it up and tie it to the top of the stocks. This not only prevented her from blocking the paddle with her tail and protecting her backside, but it also removed any dignity she had as her bare bottom and groin as exposed to the crowd
>Rarity looked back at you with teary eyes- it haven't even started and you already felt bad
"Anon- please don't do this! Tell them I'll pay the fines! I'll pay them! I'll do anything!"
>You give her the kindest, most supportive smile you can, before fastening her tail and stepping back
 
>She struggles now- she tired to play it off and act very 'ladylike' for her punishment. But with the threat of pain looming, her illusion of grace and dignity fall.
>Rearing back the wooden paddle, you sigh and then take a deep breath as you bring it down hard, fast, and firm on her large and white posterior.
>Rarity gives a little 'eep!' as she is smacked, the sound reverberating all through the room. The crowd is dead silent
>Rarity bites her lip as she is hurt, you look down at her butt and see that it is slowly turning a very light pink- the blood rushing to site of the impact
>But you had only just begun.
>The judge watched nearby, making sure the sentence was carried out as you pull back for a second swing.
>Bringing the paddle down nice and hard, Rarity sobs out loud as it hits. It's going to be hard for her to keep it in.
>The third strikes just right, creating a loud slap and a high pitched cry from Rarity, tears being squeezed out of her eyes from the pain
>You grimace, you're got a long way to go.
 
>The eight hit made Rarity squeal in pain and start to fight her restraints, she started to scream a bit out loud too.
"Let me out! Please let me out! Anon! Please! No more! No more! You can't do this! NO MORE!"
>The metal and wood shook and rattled as she fought, but was unable to escape or break free
>She wasn't using her unicorn magic or anything- she was probably in too much pain.
>You had to keep going though, as much as you didn't want to.
>You give her four quick strikes, totaling 12 now. She is panting, but has stopped struggling.
>Perhaps she has reached her second wind
>You raise up the paddle and bring it down with a whack, and she freezes
>You hear it before you see it- she peed.
>A small trail of yellow went down her leg. Rarity whimpers, shaking.
>She turns her head and looks you right in the face and gives you the most pathetic, betrayed look you could imagine.
>You frown and look away, you can't bear to face her.
>It's your job.
 
>Unlucky number 13 made her piss herself.
>You suppose because she was a mare who prided herself on 'grace' that she had a low pain tolerance, you could see that already.
>She sobbed as you go twice more, up to 15 now, both smacks fast and hard.
>Her butt was starting to get darker red- no longer that peachy pink color that a lightly spanked butt gets- now it starts approaching a nasty sunburn and hurts just as much too.
>Just ten more to go.
>As you bring down the paddle for the 16th strike, Rarity starts to lose her cool again.
>She cries out pathetically, muting like a kitty
"I'm done! I'm done! Let me out now! I'm done!"
>Your heart sinks a bit
>It's 'repression' to a lower level of maturity, it happens to people when they are humiliated like this.
>Ponies seemed to get it much worse though, stubborn pride and a low tolerance for pain meant they were broken easily.
>You shake your head and give some soft spanks to help her along a little bit.
>17, 18, 19, 20
>In the home stretch now
>She was shuddering, your last few impacts were soft and didn't get much of a response out of her
>But you knew you couldn't rely on those, you had to get her good or else she would be forced to endure more punishment
>So you wheeled back and gave her a nice wallop, and that's when she started to cry.
>Tears rolled down her face freely, you could hardly bear to watch.
>They all cried eventually. Rarity seemed to be worst with the ones that came after a calm period.
>Her butt was getting nice and red now, she wouldn't be sitting on that for a long time.
>Your next blow- the 22nd, came and went without incident
>She pulled her head back and looked at you, struggling with the bonds again
"Anon! Stop! PLEASE STOP ANON PLEASE!!! IT HURTS!"
>She hadn't directed her words at you yet, so you froze for a second
>The crowd was rather subdued and quiet, as usual.
>You are a professional, however. And so you continued with the final three blows.
>SMACK
 
>She screamed in agnoy, sobbing and muttering incoherently.
>There was so little left to go, and she was doing so well
>It's for the best though, a red rump is enough but putting on a show helps make sure the judges don't order up some more spankings.
>You decide to go easy on her, she only had 2 more to go, so you just get it over with
>SMACK
>WHACK
>She continues to sob a little bit, but is mostly over it now.
>She also relaxes, feeling defeated but she was happy it was over
>You go for the tail hold and the stocks, but hear a throat being cleared.
>The room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, so you stop and look over at the judge.
>She pounds her hoof against the floor for effect.
"Five more."
>She orders, glaring at Rarity and you
>Rarity opens her red, teary eyes and looks at the judge in surprise and shock, and then back at you.
>She shakes her as she looks at you
"Anon- Please. Please don't do it, no more, please..."
>You grimace, you hoped it didn't have to come to this.
>You grit your teeth and step forward, grabbing her tail and yanking it up to get her butt nice and taught
>She gasps and sobs as you bring up the paddle
"NO! NO! STOP!"
>You ignore her cries and give five fast, powerful, and very loud spanks to her bruised rear end. It looks beat red by now.
>You step back and the judge gives you the go ahead, you unshackle Rarity as she cries
>As soon as she is free she runs off, sobbing
>You'd need to patch this up with her later.
>You put your paddle away, feeling extra dirty after today's spankings.
>You would let Rarity cool off for the next few days, then you'd go see how she's doing.
 
>You knock on the door of Carousel Boutique, flowers and chocolates in your hands.
>Girls liked flowers and chocolates, right?
>The door opens a crack, and you look down to see Sweetie Belle. She gives you a nasty expression.
"What do YOU want?"
>You clear your throat nervously, Sweetie Belle was right up at the front of that crowd.
"I wanted to talk to your Sister, please."
>Sweetie turns away with a huff and walks off, leaving you standing there in the doorway
>You invite yourself inside.
>Rarity walks down the stairs and approaches you, a neutral expression on her face.
>She stands beneath you, looking up at you with a dead stare. You feel an intense guilt in the back of your mind. What if you refused? Maybe it would have been better if you didn't spank her- even if it would have been more painful she wouldn't be able to blame you...
>You get the feeling she'll never forgive you.
"Oh, is this how you try to pick up all your marefriends?"
>She smiles playfully before picking up the flowers and chocolate with her magic, opening the box and popping one of the chocolates in her mouth.
>You sigh in relief, she seems to have forgiven you. But maybe you should ask.
"So, does that mean you aren't mad?"
>You grin, asking back in a playful and flirty tone.
>Rarity shakes her head.
"Get out- I'm still mad."
>She pushes you with her hooves, and you keep walking, throwing your head back to speak again.
"So when will you forgive me?"
>Rarity 'humphs' mockingly before talking again.
"Keep bringing me chocolate and flowers, and we'll see."
>You step outside of the door and hear it slam, the unicorn magic making the door slap your butt lightly on the way out.
>You grin, maybe you deserved that.
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End.
