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title = "Old Ways"
names = ["Anon"]
date = "2019-02-24 17:25:07"
tags = [""]
spankers = ["RainDad"]
spankees = ["Rainbow Dash"]
posts = ["33549365"]
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>RD still feels bad after the Wonderbolts episode blowup 
>she decides to go home on a weekend before her week off vacation
>Parents are thrilled!
>they have a great dinner that Friday night, homemade!
>parents bombard Dashie with questions about how she's doing
>they want to know all the details! 
>they even play some board games 
>it's a great time!

>until it's time for bed.
>and Rainbow hasn't said anything yet
>but she isn't here just to visit. 
>she quietly asks her dad if they can talk in private, in her room
>Dad says sure, and Dash takes him to her room

>he gets there and there's a belt and a big wooden laquer hairbrush already laying on the bed
>Rainbow Dash lowers her head and blushes 
>it's been a very long time, but lately she's felt so guilty about what she said and did to her parents
>she asks if Daddy can punish her. 

>at first, Dash's father is adamant in saying no
>but Rainbow explains
>she has a whole week off
>nopony is going to see her reddened rump
>she has a few days for the marks to fade so there won't be any embarassment 
>and most importantly, she would feel so much better if she had a good, long cry 
>even if it hurts really, really bad

>eventually, when Dad calls Mom into the room, after a long talk and some convincing, Dashie gets them to agree
>she needs this. 
>it's okay. 

>Dad feels a knot in his gut when he sits down on the bed and picks up the brush
>Dashie is already crying but she wordlessly gets over his lap and sticks up her athletic, petite flanks
>hugs a pillow

>bigger fillies need bigger spankings
>this won't be over soon but when it is, Dashie will feel much better
>as Rainbow's mom waits in the living room, she hears the old but familiar sound of thwap, thwap thwap begin
>followed by the equally unmistakable, but now much older sounding, loud sobbing of her poor daughter

>Rainbow asked for this, she knows it
>she is trying her best to follow through and commit to her punishment
>but it hurts so much! 
>her butt is already on fire and pretty soon Rainbow Dash can't keep still
>be the "good filly" who takes her spankings like a champ
>but Daddy already knows his Rainbow Dash has never been good at taking a rump warming
>he doesn't judge when the "toughie" on his knee bawls and kicks 
>Dashie can't help it that her rear end is so sensitive!
>other types of pain, Dashie toughed it out
>clipped wing, bruised ribs, even concussions, she always took them well growing up with few if any tears
>but being even a Wonderbolt, her flanks may have been toned and firm
>"conditioned"
>but when it came to turning that blue rump red as a strawberry it still hurt all the same to her

>Dashie's crying made it all through the house
>it didn't matter that the door was cracked open
>if it was closed it would still be audible
>Mom could still hear it all, and her drooping ears didn't keep the sound of her sobbing or the firm crisp whacks from making her flinch
>with morbid curiosity Dashie's mother decides to creep down the hallway, and peeks into the room
>Dash nor her Daddy see her, but Mom can see her daughter's kicking legs, through the opening in the door
>the blur of the hairbrush descending and the harsh smacks of wood on her bare bum
>she looks around the corner more and sees that her husband is having to hold Dashie's hoof
>while also gripping the young mare's twitching tail, pulling it a bit tight to stop her upraised cheeks from squirming 
>only one more spank, this time visibly impacting one of Dashie's reddened buttocks, and she doesn't want to see anymore
>she scurries down the hall with a tear in her eye and goes to brew herself a cup of tea
>hoping that it will distract her from the ongoing spanking

>but nothing can distract Rainbow from the fire in her behind

>the teakettle is boiling by the time the sound of the brush paddling poor Dashie's butt finally ends
>Windy stirs some honey in the tea on the counter, listening to Rainbow's crying 
>there's no denying that this was the hardest punishment Rainbow has ever gotten
>but Rainbow was practically a mare, a young mare, but still an adult now
>the bigger the filly, the bigger the spanking

>and then she hears hoof steps in the hallway, and then hears Rainbow's sobs much more clearly
>they're coming! 
>Windy peeks out around the corner, and sure enough they walk out
>Daddy first, then Rainbow Dash
>poor thing, her mane is a mess and her face stained with tears
>eyes are bloodshot
>and she can't even see her backside, but from where she is she can still see the redness
>radiating off her bottom like a red hot stove's glow
>clearly, she's been thoroughly paddled

>but Dad has something in his mouth...
>the belt
>her eyes go wide, and she realizes what's happening

>her husband drops the belt on the sofa
>Rainbow Dash, still sobbing, looks shamefully at the floor
>she hide back around the corner, and listens

>"Dashie, a-are you sure? I know this is what we used to do, but we don't have... ok. Ok sweetheart."

>she faintly hears a "yes" sobbed out by Dash
>even though she isn't looking she can picture her daughter nodding her head confidently
>she hears some creaking of the old sofa
>while she isn't looking, she can still picture what's happening
>but Windy decides to see for herself
>looks around the corner again

>Rainbow Dash is bending over the arm of the couch, her hips laying on the top
>and now, Windy sees the poor mare's thoroughly smacked red rump from her vantage point
>it juts straight out and elevated by the sofa arm
>her hooves dangle precariously and kick anxiously

>her bottom almost matches the color of the red streak in her beautiful tail
>which is flipped up and obediently out of the way
>leaves her firm bare bottom fully exposed for punishment
Welp, she asked for this.
>with an "I love you" from Daddy, Rainbow whimpers an "I love you too Daddy" back
>and she watches, with a sick feeling, as the belt swishes and lashes her daughters exposed, flame red rear

>the first spank of the belt lands hard
>momentarily ripples the skin
>then, a loud shriek, and a frantic few hoofy kicks of her dangling back legs
>Rainbow's hips leave the sofa arm and her rump, which is growing a crimson, almost violet stripe across it, bounces on the arm of the couch
>Dad whips her bum again, and Dashie howls like a wounded wolf
>kicks her legs every direction, flicks her tail
>but her petite flanks stay bent over
>whip, thwack, whip, thwack!
>Dash's butt dances in agony
>but its upthrust position keeps it a good target
>it's why any belt spankings in the past have always been right here 

>Windy can't look away this time
>Dad waits a few seconds between the spanks
>waiting when Rainbow's wildly gyrating bum goes back to the middle of the sofa to give her another spank
>Dashie's got no choice with the way she's bent over
>hooves shuffle, legs kick, hips pound the sofa, but Rainbow's butt always inevitably will stick up in the air
>then, thwack!
>howling, writhing, kicking restarts
>tail threatens to swish over her bared cheeks
>Rainbow's hips slide left, bounce, shuffle right, bounce some more...
>whip, thwack!
>frantic gyrations, hoofy kicks galore, trying to shimmy her bottom away
>but her strawberry red cheeks still sticking up in the air
>whip, thwack!
>bawling, thumping her hooves on the sofa with her hardest kicks yet
>hips slam the sofa again and again, hard enough to make even her taut buttocks jiggle
>whimpering in agony
>whip, thwack!

>Rainbow does her spanked filly dance over the sofa for another good minute under the belt
>then finally, Windy sees her husband drop the belt on the floor and go over to his little filly
>he sits down next to her and pulls her into his chest

>Dashie sobs in her daddy's hooves
>Dad whispers something into her ear, and her hooves shoot back to her sore, blazing butt
>obviously giving her permission
>she snuggles in closer, he hugs her tightly, and she rubs her poor red cheeks with a little pout
>"I love you, I'm so proud of you Dashie, my girl" he coos into her ear

>poor Dash is still speechless
>but she nuzzles her teary face against his chest, and her sobs slowly turn to sniffles

>neither of them can see Windy watching 
>a knowing smile, but with a hint of sadness, widens on her face
>Rainbow needs to stay home, here, for at least a couple days
>no amount of rubbing will make that harsh spanked redness fade so quick
>unless she wants to risk having her scarlet spanked tush visible for all to see, she's stuck at mom and dad's house for a little while

>Windy wouldn't have it any other way!

>so, it's time to brew some relaxing tea, get out some board games...
>and an icepack for Rainbow to sit on!

>The end