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title = "Naughty Schoolfilly Twilight"
names = ["kangaroomerang"]
date = "2014-04-13 04:35:45"
tags = ["F/F", "M/F", "ruler", "stick", "paddle", "over desk", "corner", "bruises", "non-consensual"]
spankers = ["Cheeri"]
spankees = ["Twily"]
posts = [""]
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This is the sequel to Naughty Little Twilight here:
>http://pastebin.com/DuQLcX7B


>Be Cheerilee 
>You stare out the schoolhouse window as you sit behind your desk
>It's late in the day and your students are at their seats, scribbling at the quiz papers you handed out moments ago 
"Honey Cream, eyes on your own work," you warn.
>That filly, always a discipline problem, the product of indulgent and permissive parents
>You could haul her out of her seat right now, force her to stretch over your desk, and whack her golden-white flank with a ruler while her schoolmates all giggled at her squirms and squeals 
>But...why rush things?
"You're a bad little filly, Twilight Sparkle! A very BAD! LITTLE! FILLY!"
>The sharp voice of a very angry mare echoes in your head as you replay yesterday's events for the dozenth time, the thighs of your hind legs clenching and reclenching out of sight behind your desk 
>You'd stopped at the library yesterday to return a book, that's all 
>Definitely not to see Twilight 
>She wouldn't have time for you anyway -- not plain old Cheerilee, not a boring schoolteacher when she could have the fucking Elements of Harmony 
"Do you know that you deserve this spanking? And now, little girl, I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
>You'd walked in on Twilight -- and Twilight's dad, and Twilight's mom, and one heavy wooden hairbrush, and you'd had a ringside seat as the high and mighty Twilight Sparkle turned into a wailing, sobbing, blubbering little foal as her mommy smacked her bare bottom 
>And the longer it went on, the wetter you got, until you'd rubbed yourself to orgasm without either of the older ponies noticing 
>But Twilight had noticed 
"And I hope you've learned your lesson, you bad girl!"
>The memories of yesterday were still driving you crazy; last night you'd had to buck your pillows twice before you could settle down enough to fall asleep 
>And in just a few hours, things were really going to get going

>After yesterday you'd blown it with Twilight forever
>She resented you for witnessing her private humiliation and not doing anything to stop it
>She HATED you for what she saw you doing while you watched her get spanked, grinding against the wall like a pervert 
>Well fuck Twilight Sparkle
"All right, class, pass your papers forward," you call out to a chorus of groans.
>Normally you'd collect each paper yourself, but since the start of last period you've been...wet 
"And I'd like to announce a special early dismissal today."
>The class breaks out into excited chatter and gallops for the door, laughing and shouting 
"Fucking FINALLY" you mutter, laying your head down on your desk and slipping your right hoof between your legs.
"Twilight Sparkle, you've been a naughty, naughty girl," you whisper to yourself, roughly massaging your folds. "Naughty girls get spanked, don't they Twily? Isn't that right? In fact your mommy still spanks you on your bare bottom like a foal, doesn't she? DOESN'T SHE?! You'd better answer me right this minute or I'll--"
>You squeeze your thighs together around your probing hoof and rock back and forth, feeling the hard wood of your desk against your cheek
"Yeah, cry for your mommy, Twilight," you let out between grunts. "Take what you've got coming to you. You're going to get your bottom blistered, aren't you? Yes you are. You little brat. You big baby. You...you...you..."
"...you BITCH."
>You can't believe you finally said it out loud, even in an empty classroom, but that was enough to push you over the edge 
>Your body jerks violently in the throes of a monster orgasm, the fifth or sixth you've experienced since yesterday afternoon 
"Ohhhh fuck," you pant, your sides heaving as dark spots begin to clear from your vision. "What did you do to me, you stupid mare?"
>Should you feel bad, about Twilight? 
>Fuck it, too late for take-backs now
>Not after what you said to her parents

>You clean yourself off in the washroom and head for the library
>You'd promised Twilight's parents you'd meet them for dinner, and from there back to the schoolhouse for some additional hands-on discipline to keep their daughter in line 
>True, maybe you'd oversold your knowledge of "improved behavior through corporal punishment in an academic setting," but they ate it up anyway, and it was obvious Twilight hadn't gotten where she was today without consistent and severe parental spankings
"Hello, Miss Cheerilee!" calls Twilight Velvet from the library window as you approach. "Come right in, we'll just be a moment."
>You nose the door open and step inside, noticing Twilight Sparkle facing away from you, standing with her muzzle pressed firmly against the wall and her tail raised up over her back 
"There's an open-air cafe here in town that's quite nice," you suggest, feeling a wave of relief that her mother didn't seem to have changed her mind one bit -- and that you didn't have to look into Twilight's accusing eyes.
"That sounds fine, dear," answers Twilight Velvet, peering at her reflection in a mirror as she fusses with her mane. "Little Twily won't be joining us. She knows she's getting a spanking tonight and I've told her to kept her nose planted right there and not move a muscle until we come back."
"Is that Miss Cheerilee I hear?" calls Twilight's father Night Light as he descends the stairs. He steps past his daughter without a second glance. "We've worked up quite an appetite! Ready to go, honey?"
>The three of you head out the door, leaving Twilight Sparkle standing in her punishment position, forced to miss dinner on top of everything else 
>You steal one more look at Twilight's fat little ass -- and why not, she's presenting herself 
>You smile at the dark bruises left by mommy's hairbrush as you pull the door shut with a click, leaving Twily alone with her shame

>You make easy conversation at dinner, chatting about the differences between Canterlot and Ponyville 
>Talk finally turns to the subject at hand 
"So, Miss Cheerilee," Twilight Velvet begins. "We're excited about disciplining Twily in a school setting, and want to thank you for letting us use the classroom. Is there anything we should do to prepare?"
" Well..." you respond, not sure what to say. You had spanked fillies and colts in your classroom before -- that wasn't unusual in a setting like Ponyville. "I have all the traditional tools of correction already, but given Twilight's age we should go farther with the length and severity of her punishment."
>Twilight Velvet nods
"And the goal of classroom discipline," you continue, "as opposed to parental discipline, is to teach the misbehaving pony that they are never exempt from proper standards of behavior no matter where they are. And that's..."
>You pause
"What is it, dear?" says Twilight Velvet.
"That's where your daughter needs a reminder," you say, completely throwing Twilight under the bus. "She's had an attitude problem since she arrived. Nose in the air. Too good for most ponies. Rude."
"I...see," says Twilight Velvet, her voice cold.
>It's not like you're the bad guy, I mean what you said is kind of true, at least some ponies say so 
>I mean you'd tried; you were practically the only pony who used the library before she came to Ponyville 
>And Twilight seemed so approachable despite her status -- her straight-cut mane, her absent-minded messiness, it's like she didn't even know how pretty she was 
>But from the start it was all about the Elements of Harmony, Equestria's greatest heroes 
>Yeah heroes, with Fluttershy in there, what a fucking joke 
>It was obvious what was really going on, and you and Berry Punch laughed about it sometimes 
>Twilight had picked the five mares she most wanted to crawl into bed with 
>And now she was getting it every night
>From Rarity, probably twice a night

>You return to the schoolhouse to wait
>You'd chatted a little more at dinner, but Twilight Velvet seemed distracted, and angry 
>So fucking angry 
"Miss Cheerilee, please go directly to the schoolhouse to get it ready," she'd said to you. "I don't want to waste any time. My husband and I will collect our daughter and be there shortly."
>That's where you'd left it, now there was nothing to do but wait 
>Fucking A, you're going to SPANK Twilight Sparkle, tonight 
>You feel a twinge between your legs -- maybe you can play with yourself one more time before it all starts 
>Then you hear the voices 
"And I have never, EVER been so ashamed with your behavior as I am right now," came the sound of Twilight's mother. "When I heard that report from Miss Cheerilee and realized that you've been LYING to your father and I about your good behavior..."
>You peer out the window
>Twilight Velvet and Night Light are walking toward the schoolhouse under the reddening skies of the setting sun, their daughter between them 
>Night Light is levitating a paper bag with his magic; Twilight Velvet is using hers to pull her daughter along by her ear 
>You open the door for the trio, stepping aside to welcome them in 
"ow ow ow ow ow ow ow" says Twilight in a soft voice, until her mother finally relents and the magical grip around her ear fades.
"Well, we're here," announces Twilight Velvet. "And I have NEVER seen a filly more in need of a good spanking than this little filly right here."
>Twilight cringes at her mother's words, not making eye contact with you 
"And we brought along something special," she adds. "Something that should help Twily get in the right frame of mind for what's going to happen to her tonight."
>She levitates something out of the paper bag and holds it up for everyone to see 
>It's a schoolfilly uniform: a sweater and a pleated skirt, as well as a pair of little white panties 
"Put it on, Twily," she orders. "We're waiting."

"M-mom..." Twilight stutters. "But that's..."
"Your schoolfilly uniform from Celestia's academy in Canterlot," her mother confirms. "I found it in your room, folded away under your bed. Now let's see how well it fits."
>Shaking her head Twilight begins backing away, until her mother steps forward and slaps her hoof across her cheek with a CRACK
"Don't you DARE refuse to cooperate," she hisses. "You're in enough trouble as it is. Your father and I hoped we wouldn't need to use this, but..."
>She looks toward Night Light, who nods in return 
>His horn glows as he levitates something else out of the paper bag
>It's a thick, worn, black leather belt
"Daddy no..." Twilight whispers.
"There you go again, Twilight," he says, folding the belt over on itself and swishing it through the air, leaving a streak of magic behind. "Always no, always refusing, always some reason why you can't obey the simplest instructions."
>Twilight whimpers as her father advances on her 
"You know the drill," he says. "Down to your knees in the front, rear legs up all the way."
>Twilight sinks to the floor, then raises her rear legs high, presenting her hindquarters for punishment 
"Tail," Night Light barks.
>Twilight flips her tail up and to the side
>The very next instant he brings the belt down with a sharp SMACK
"Mmmmm fffffffff" Twilight mutters, clamping her lips shut to stifle her scream.
"Tonight you will be obedient--"
>SMACK
"And do--"
>SMACK
"What--"
>SMACK
"You're--"
>SMACK
"TOLD!"
>SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Mmmhmmm mm mm mm MMMM!" Twilight moans, somehow maintaining the composure to keep from crying out.
>Night Light tosses the belt on the floor by his daughter's face
"Pick that up and put it back in the bag. Pick it up with your mouth."
>Twilight stands up to her full height, then bows her head and lifts the belt in her teeth 
>Gingerly, she steps over to the bag and deposits the belt inside 
"Twily?" reminds her mother. "The uniform. We've waited long enough."

>Twilight looks glumly at the uniform, laid out neatly on the floor
"Miss Cheerilee?" Twilight Velvet says. "Will you help little Twily get dressed?"
>You guide Twilight so she's sitting on her haunches; she winces as her bruised bottom makes contact with the hard wooden floor 
>Brushing Twilight's mane out of her eyes, you pull the sweater over her head 
"Arms up, Twily," you say. "That's a good girl."
>Adjusting the sleeves around Twilight's front legs, you pat her butt to bring her to her feet
"Step into your skirt, Twily."
>Twilight puts her rear hooves into the pleated skirt, and you pull it up
"Now your panties," you say. "Step into them the same way."
>Twilight doesn't move, and you glance at her in expectation 
>It's the first time you've looked directly into Twilight's eyes since yesterday 
>In her gaze you see nothing but 500-degree fury 
>Oh fuck
>You thought she looked angry before, but this is pure hatred 
>She could stop a dragon's heart with that glare 
"Twily, get moving," her mother snaps. "We don't have all night."
>The words give you confidence as you remember you're on THEIR side now 
>You bring your muzzle close enough to tickle Twilight's ear 
"Do what I say," you whisper, "or you'll get the belt again."
>You hold that position, waiting for Twilight's next move, then her rear hooves shuffle dutifully as she steps into her white schoolfilly panties 
"There's my big filly," you say loudly, drawing the panties up Twilight's thighs and rubbing them against her swollen buttocks as you pull them into position with a snap of elastic.
"Twilight Velvet, Night Light, what do you think?" you announce.
>Twilight Sparkle stands alone, head lowered in shame, wearing a uniform that's too small for her 
>Her tight sweater hugs her torso 
>The hem of her short skirt hangs hallway down her buttocks, leaving room for her white panties to peek out 
"My, my, my," Twilight's mother says with a mocking smile. "What a naughty little schoolfilly."

"Twilight Velvet, Night Light, I'm going to begin now," you announce. "Twilight needs to undergo several stages of punishment if we want this session to have its desired effect."
>They look at you and nod, while Twilight continues to stare at the floor 
"In my classroom, most offenses are dealt with through a yardstick, pointer, or wooden paddle," you say. "The yardstick is the least severe of the three, so we'll start with that. Twily, please put your front hooves on my desk."
>Twilight doesn't move, and the tremble in her shoulders indicates either fear or despair 
"Twily, I'm going to ask you a second time," you warn, noticing that her parents are watching to see how you handle this. "If I have to ask you a third time I'm going to pull down your panties."
>Twilight stands still for a moment, then stirs -- walking heavily over to the spot you indicated and placing her front hooves on the smooth wooden desktop 
"Scootch all the way forward, Twily," you instruct. "And lay flat."
>Twilight does as you order, turning her head to rest her cheek on the cool wood 
>You remember doing the same thing hours ago, when you were masturbating 
"Twilight Velvet, Night Light, come around to this side, please," you say. "Unfortunately we don't use uniforms at Ponyville Elementary, but they offer many options to scale your discipline. A fairly well-behaved filly might get spanked over her skirt, for example, which lessens the pain of each whack. A slightly naughtier filly might get her skirt flipped up in front of the whole classroom and receive her spanking on the seat of her panties."
>Her parents nod, taking in the view of their daughter draped clinically over the teacher's desk 
"Because Twily's skirt is a teensy-weensy bit too short for her, we'll have to go directly to a panty spanking," you say with a smile.
>Twilight Velvet and Night Light chuckle 
"Twily, pull up your skirt," you order, as you walk to the back of the room to retrieve a yardstick.

>You pick out a yardstick, remembering how you broke the last one over Honey Cream's ass for fighting at recess 
>When you return Twilight has obediently flipped up her skirt to expose her panties and returned her hooves to full extension across your desk 
"The yardstick is a classic instrument of discipline," you say to Twilight's parents. "It definitely stings, and the shame of receiving a public punishment does the rest."
>You hold the yardstick level to the ground, aimed squarely at the white triangle of Twilight's panties 
"Just bring it back, then swing it forward -- like so."
>WHACK
>Twilight lunges forward, her rear hooves leaving the floor for an instant
"Stay in position, Twily," you warn. "If my grade-school fillies can take it, I would hope a big girl like you can be just as brave."
>WHACK
>WHACK
>WHACK
>WHACK
"You'll notice I'm concentrating my swings on Twily's little panties," you say, "and the fat parts of her bottom they cover."
>WHACK
>WHACK
>WHACK
>You swing hard, transferring the momentum at the end of the yardstick into a sharp, stinging smack that you know will leave behind a burning, reddened rectangle 
"Let's see how our little schoolfilly is holding up," you say, stepping forward and placing one hoof on the waistband of Twilight's panties. "The marks are more important than the reaction. Some fillies just like to kick up a fuss. Don't let that fool you."
>You peel Twilight's panties down, hearing her inhale sharply as your hoof drags roughly against her blazing bottom 
>Her skin is bumpy from swollen bruises, making it hard to distinguish the latest marks 
"Have a look," you say, as Twilight's parents crowd in close. "Little Twily's bottom looks well-punished, but most of that is from yesterday's hairbrush. We'll just have to keep going. Twily, pull your panties up for us."
>Twilight reaches back and pulls her underwear into place as you return the yardstick 
"Next up," you announce, "is the rod."

>You retrieve the long, thin wooden dowel from its position next to the chalkboard
"This," you say, whipping the pointer sharply back and forth with a whistle of air, "is the rod. Notice the very small surface area. When this hits--"
>You bring the pointer down across Twilight's butt cheeks, striking the 'sit spot' where her cheeks meet her thighs 
"--it leaves a very nasty welt."
>Twilight's mouth hangs open as she registers the pain, her body frozen in shock 
>Then you hear a sound you've never heard Twilight Sparkle make before
"hhhhnneeeeEEEEEEEEEEE" comes a keening, high-pitched wail, building in intensity and echoing off the walls of the cozy little schoolroom
>Twilight's shoulders are trembling as the awful sound issues from her mouth, where a rope of drool dangles from the edge of her lip 
"EEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEE" comes the sound.
>For a moment you're not sure what to do, then you hear Twilight Velvet's sharp voice 
"Stop that racket right now, young filly," she orders. "You're not fooling anyone."
>Shaken from your trance, you see the angry, red line glow against Twilight's rear and suddenly feel a surge of confidence 
"Listen to your mother, Twily," you say. "That was only the first stroke. You big baby."
>WHICK
>You paint another stripe on Twilight's rear, lower than the last one and striking the fullest part of her thighs 
"hhhhhhhEEEEEEEEeeee" shrieks Twilight, giving you a surge of satisfaction.
>Twilight Sparkle is about to break, and you're the pony who's making it happen 
>WHICK
"You can see how I'm disciplining Twily across her thighs," you tell her parents, nodding at your handiwork. "It's a fresh target, and her schoolfilly panties offer no protection."
>WHICK
>WHICK
>WHICK
"eeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Twilight screeches, at a pitch that could shatter glass.
>You smile at the little puddle of drool Twilight's making on your desk -- but still no tears
>Well, there's time for that yet
>WHICK
>WHICK
>WHICK

>After that last flurry of sharp strikes to her thighs, Twilight lets out another wordless wail 
"Stop that," snarls her mother in disgust. "Stop that this instant. Do you make this much noise when the princess spanks you?"
>Wait, what? 
"The princess?" you offer, your tone light but questioning.
"Princess Celestia punishes her," answers Twilight Velvet, matter-of-factly. "It started when she entered the academy, right after she got her cutie mark. But it never really stopped. Isn't that right, Twily?"
>Twilight lays across the desk in silence, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open and trembling, as if she's on the verge of a sneeze -- or a sob 
"Give her five for disobedience, please," says Twilight Velvet, looking in your direction.
>You heft the springy, whippy little pointer and swing it down hard and fast 
>WHICK
>WHICK
>WHICK
>WHICK
>WHICK
"aaaaIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Twilight screeches.
"That loosened your tongue, didn't it Twily?" asks Night Light. "Answer your mother or next time you'll get ten."
>Twilight's sides are heaving as she gasps for breath 
"I don't...I don't," she stammers, looking back over her shoulder at her parents. "I don't remember what..."
"Oh, you don't remember," scoffs her mother. "Glad to see our tuition put to such good use in your education. I asked you about the princess, Twilight Sparkle. About her spanking you."
>You raise the pointer, ready to bring it down on mom's orders 
"Yes!" Twilight blurts out. "Yes, she spanked me!"
"She spanked you," challenges her mother, "or she SPANKS you?"
>Twilight looks as if she's trying to sink into the wooden desktop and disappear forever 
"...she spanks me" she says in a quiet voice.

>Twilight Velvet looks at you triumphantly 
"Princess Celestia spanked little Twily over her knee for years," she says with a smile. "She'd list the punishments in the weekly discipline reports. Every one Twily got at school, she'd get a second one at home."
>You smile back, but you're eager to hear more about that other thing Twilight admitted
"The princess...never stopped?" you offer. "Isn't that Twily said?"
"Well the princess doesn't spank Twily for smaller infractions any more," says Twilight Velvet. "That's what mom and dad are for."
>Night Light leans in affectionately as he and Twilight Velvet share a quick kiss 
"But for the serious stuff," he chimes in, "you'd better believe she still gets it. When was your last spanking from the princess, Twily?"
>Twilight turns her head, not wanting to get extra stokes for disobedience like last time
"I...I think it was...a while ago," she says softly.
>Twilight Velvet steps forward
"Your memory's better than that, little filly," she warns. "It was that business over that spell, wasn't it?"
"Y...yes..." Twilight answers.
"Yes WHAT?!" snaps her mother. "Answer like a grown mare unless you LIKE being treated like a filly. Tell Miss Cheerilee what you got spanked for."
>Twilight closes her eyes before she answers
"After I cast the want-it need-it spell on Ponyville," she recites. "The next day Princess Celestia ordered me to Canterlot."
>You remembered
>After the spell wore off, everypony started bitching about Twilight behind her back, about how dangerous she was 
>You thought this was your chance, that she might need a friend
>But nope, those other five, those fucking attention hogs, blocked you again -- not that Twilight gave a shit about anything you had to say
"So it wasn't a business trip?" you remark.
"Oh heavens no," says Twilight Velvet. "Twilight reported to the castle immediately. And the princess spanked her over her knee for nearly an hour."
>You look at Twilight and your lip twists in a smile

"Well," you announce, "as disciplinarians we're in good company. Good enough for Celestia, good enough for Equestria."
"Our thinking exactly," agrees Twilight Velvet. "Twily may be throwing a tantrum right now, shrieking so loud half of Ponyville can hear her. But deep down she knows she deserves it."
>You nod, horny and light-headed at the thought of Twilight getting spanked over Celestia's knee
>For nearly an hour, her mom said, holy fuck
>Just wait until Berry Punch hears about this -- within a day the whole town will be giggling about Twilight Sparkle behind her back
"As the teacher here at Ponyville Elementary," you begin, "I reserve the paddle for severe offenses. It's heavy, covers a lot of area for smacking, and transforms your swing into power."
>You stride to the coat closet, removing the implement from its hook
"Most of my students aren't naughty enough to earn this," you say, walking back to your desk. "But those that do get it several times a semester."
>Like Scootaloo
"For this, I'd like to deliver the whacks on Twily's bare bottom," you announce. "And I'd like each of you to take your own turns after I've demonstrated the proper technique."
>You take up your position
"Didn't you hear what I said, Twilight Sparkle?" you bark. "Bare bottom means bare bottom. NOW."
>Twilight brings both hooves back, peeling her tight panties down to expose a swollen ass mottled with dark bruises
"Don't play games with me, little filly," you warn. "Bare bottom means panties down to your knees."
>Twilight whimpers, and pulls her panties down over her striped thighs
"That's better," you say, admiring the riot of colors and marks on her flesh.
>And her tight little butthole
>And below that, the hidden folds of her slit
>FUCK
"Before we begin," you say, knowing Twilight isn't going to speak to you, "are there any apologies you'd like to make?"
>She doesn't answer
"Too bad," making a tsk-tsk sound. "You just earned extra."
>You swing the paddle forward

>The hard wooden surface of the paddle impacts Twilight's bruised bottom with a loud THWACK
>You see the fat of Twilight's ass flatten with the strike, then jiggle into place on the backswing
"ffffffffffffff--" you hear, as Twilight inhales sharply over clenched teeth.
>THWACK
"nnnnnnnnnn" Twilight lets out.
>THWACK
"hhhhaaaaaaaaaa" she exhales, a half-vocalized cry.
>THWACK
"staaaaaaah" she says.
>THWACK
"staaaAAAAAAH!" she repeats, louder.
>THWACK
"STAAAAHP IT!" Twilight screams, pounding her front hooves on the desktop.
>Twilight Velvet lets out a scandalized gasp
"TWILIGHT SPARKLE, HOW DARE YOU?!" she shouts. "This is YOUR punishment and you WILL take it like a big girl."
>She steps toward you and nods at the paddle
"May I?"
>You hand it over and stand out of the way
"Of course," you say.
>Twilight Velvet uses her magic to seize Twilight's tail, wrenching it into the air and forcing Twilight up onto the tips of her back hooves
"Now let's see how you like getting it from mommy," she growls.
>THWACK
"OWWWWWWWWWW" Twilight roars, loud and raw.
>THWACK
"AAAAOOOOOOWW!"
>THWACK
"hng hng hng hneehneehnee" Twilight whinnies, her shoulders shaking.
"Are you going to tell me to 'stop it,' like you did so rudely to Miss Cheerilee just now?"
>THWACK
"Nnnnooo ho ho!"
"And are you going to apologize to Miss Cheerilee for your inexcusable outburst?"
>THWACK
"Yeh-heh-hesss!"
>THWACK
"Then do it."
>Twilight Velvet sets aside the paddle, waiting
"I'm...sorry," says Twilight softly, her eyes shut tight.
"Look at others when you address them, Twily," says her mother. "You know better."
>Twilight turns her head and opens her eyes to half-slits
"I'm SORRY," she forces out, her jaw tight.
>Her mother smiles
"You're a good girl for doing what mommy told you," says Twilight Velvet. "But now it's daddy's turn to spank."

>Twilight's body tenses up and she buries her face in her hooves as she hears the sound of her father's approach
"You know how this goes, Twily," he says. "I'm not going to stop until I'm sure you've learned your lesson. So don't push me."
>Night Light picks up the paddle and hefts it experimentally, taking in the sight of his daughter's punished bottom presented for further correction 
>Twilight's tail is stretched over her back and she's sticking her butt out slightly, undoubtedly to demonstrate her obedience to the strict disciplinarian standing over her
"You've disappointed me Twily," he says. "For the next few minutes, I want you to think about that."
>THWACK
>With the first swat, Twilight's head jerks forward and her mouth drops open in shock
>You brace yourself for her scream, but Night Light is moving fast
>THWACK
>THWACK
>THWACK
>The pace is brutally quick, and he's not letting up at all on the severity, delivering each swat at full force
>THWACK
>THWACK
>THWACK
>Twilight's vocal chords finally catch up with her brain, and when she lets loose it's the loudest thing you've ever heard in your schoolroom
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" she wails, halfway between a sob and a scream. "WAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
>THWACK
>THWACK
>THWACK
>She's crying now for the first time, tears running freely down her cheeks 
"WAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA" she sobs, shoulders shaking and eyes squeezed shut in pain and shame. "AAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA..."
>THWACK
>THWACK
>THWACK
>Night Light, unmoved by his daughter's cries, hasn't let up at all
>THWACK
>THWACK
>THWACK
"Daddeeeee PLEASE!" screams Twilight, lifting her body up off the desktop with her front hooves.
>She immediately drops back onto position, but it's too late
"Velvet dear," says Night Light, glancing over at his wife. "Will you please hold her down?"

>Twilight Velvet strides to the desk's opposite side, placing her hooves on top of Twilight's to pin her in place
>She looks at her husband and nods
"d-d-daddy," Twilight sniffles. "y-you don't have--"
>THWACK
"--WAAAAA HAA HAAAAAAA"
>THWACK
"aaaaaOOOWWWWWWWW"
>THWACK
"hhhAAAAAnnnAAAAA"
>THWACK
"nnnnnnngh" Twilight swallows a scream and bucks against her mother's hold.
>Twilight Velvet forces her daughter flat against the tabletop and leans forward, placing more of her weight on Twilight's front legs
>THWACK
"HhhhAAAAA!" Twilight gasps, thrashing her shoulders but unable to escape.
>THWACK
"Aaaa haaa haaaaa! Momeeeee!"
>Twilight Velvet addresses her wailing daughter
"Look at me, Twilight Sparkle," she orders.
>THWACK
"Aaaahooooowww!" Twilight squeals, but does what her mother told her.
>THWACK
"Do you know what I see when I look at that messy, crying, runny face?"
>THWACK
"nnnNNGG! n-no..."
>THWACK
"I see a little filly who's sorry she got caught, and who's crying like it's her first day at magic kindergarten."
>THWACK
"But I also see a little filly who can learn to be good, if she remembers the lesson she's getting right now."
>THWACK
"Baaaaa haaaa haaaaaaaaa..." Twilight wails, at last breaking down into hoarse, choking sobs.
>THWACK
"aaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaa"
>THWACK
"huuuuu huuuu hnnn..."
>Night Light sets the paddle on the desk next to his daughter 
>Twilight Velvet keeps her hooves on top of Twilight's, continuing to hold her in place as she cries it out 
>Twilight Sparkle's face is a disaster -- streaked with tears, smeared with snot, wet from lying in a puddle of her own drool 
>and that's nothing compared to her bottom 
>The marks left by the paddle are rapidly darkening, leaving deep bruises across both cheeks and upper thighs 
>Welts from the rod, belt, and more lend an angry texture to Twilight's smooth flesh
>It's a complete horror show and it isn't going to fade for weeks
>Guess she'll have to get her fuck-buddy Rarity to sew her a dress

>With a bottom like that, Twilight is going to do everything she can to hide her flank
>You decide to rub in it a bit longer
"Often the best action at this point is corner time," you speak up. "Her bottom is going to hurt no matter what, but when a naughty filly is forced to stick her nose in the corner to show off the severity of her session for everyone in the room -- that's a beneficial dose of shame."
"Oh of course," says Twilight Velvet, picking herself up from the desk where she'd been pinning her daughter in place. "I don't know what I was thinking! Night Light and I are firm believers in corner time."
>Twilight Velvet circles around the desk and brings her hoof down on Twilight's bruised bottom with a SLAP
"Get moving, girl," she warns. "Muzzle in the corner, and not a peep out of you."
>Twilight stirs, lifting herself off the desk with her front hooves and taking a step backwards
>She lifts a rear leg and shakes it, trying to shimmy her schoolfilly panties down her legs and step out of them 
"No, Twily," you say firmly. "Leave your panties where they are, around your knees. You won't like what will happen if you let them fall."
>Twilight bows her head as she sets all four hooves firmly on the floor
>Gingerly, she starts to make her way toward the corner, keeping her back legs splayed wide to hold her panties in position around her knees
"Get moving Twily," growls her mother, "or we'll be here all night."
>Twilight tries to pick up the pace, but the constriction of the panties around her knees forces her to take baby steps
>At last she shuffles her way into the corner, mashing her muzzle up against the wall like mommy ordered
"That's better," says Twilight Velvet, delivering another SWAT on her daughter's glowing rear with her hoof. "Now you just stay right like that, until the adults in the room tell you otherwise. Do you understand me?"
"Yeth mummuh," Twilight slurs, her nose and lips squashed against the rough wooden wall.

>You, Twilight Velvet, and Night Light gather by the open window, enjoying the darkening sky and the evening breeze
>The conversation centers on unrelated, adult topics: travel, jobs, the latest news from Canterlot
>You excuse yourself to go 'check on Twily' as the other two continue chatting
>She hasn't moved, but she hasn't stopped sniffling either
>Her eyes are shut tightly and the front of her muzzle is mashed against the wall; tears are still leaking from the corners of her eyelids and dripping onto the floor
>When she exhales a big bubble of snot forms at the edge of her nostril; she sucks it back in each time with a noisy inhale
>So this is the high and mighty Twilight Sparkle
>Bet those other five bitches would dump her in a heartbeat if they saw her like this
"Everything all right, Miss Cheerilee?" calls Twilight Velvet.
"Yes, everything's fine," you answer. "Just seeing if Twily's ready for the finishing-up portion. I'll let you know."
>You bring your hoof close to Twilight's blistered bottom, feeling the heat radiate off the punished swells of flesh
>From this angle you can see between her legs too
>Fuck, if Twilight was your plaything, the things you could to to her when she's in this state
>Like order her to stand even wider, spreading her legs and the folds of those hidden lips
>You'd love to bury your muzzle down there
>Or probe at Twilight's slit with your hoof and listen to her squeals
>Or order her to touch herself while you watch her reach orgasm
>As you shift your leering gaze to that tight little hole between her buttcheeks, you wonder what kinds of things you could shove up there
>And what kinds of noises Twilight would make while you plugged her hole and threatened to spank her for not behaving
>Well you can fantasize about all that later, tonight has already been a gift from heaven
>Running your hoof roughly across Twilight's bruised bottom, you turn back toward her parents
"She's ready," you announce.

"Twily's had enough spanking for one night," you begin, "but there's another type of schoolroom punishment I like to use for disobedient fillies like her."
>You shove one of the student desks out into the open space at the front of the classroom, and do the same with the desk chair
"To ensure that Twilight has learned her lesson, she's going to write lines," you say, placing a pencil and a sheet of paper down on the desk. "Twilight Sparkle, come here and have a seat."
>Twilight backs away from the corner, keeping her head low and avoiding eye contact
>She shuffles over, panties still around her knees
>Her skirt flops down as she turns to sit at the school desk, prompting a tsk-tsk from you
"Freeze," you order, as you reach over and flip her skirt back up. "Now sit."
>Twilight sits down heavily, her bare bottom making contact with the hard wooden chair
>She winces at the uncomfortable pressure on her bruises and welts, but stops herself from squealing
"One hundred lines is typical for most misbehaving students," you tell her parents, then shift your attention to Twilight. "Twily, write the following one hundred times: 'I WILL BE A GOOD FILLY AND OBEY MY PARENTS OR I WILL GET SPANKED.'"
>Twilight Velvet glances over at her husband, then speaks up
"Actually dear, we were talking between the two of us," she says. "And we were just saying how impressed we are by your methods of discipline, and your experience, and your professional credentials as an educator."
>Your ears perk up
"And we'll be returning to Canterlot soon, and we won't be able to keep an eye on Twily as often as we'd like, and..."
>She looks at you and smiles
"And we'd both appreciate it if you'd fill the role? Of disciplinarian?"
>Your mouth drops open, but Twilight Velvet is already turning to her daughter
"Twily," she says, "get going on those lines. And what you're going to write is, 'I GIVE MISS CHEERILEE PERMISSION TO PUNISH ME WHEN I'VE BEEN NAUGHTY.'"
>You can barely breathe

>Your head is swimming
>You take a step back, watching Twilight levitate the pencil with both parents looking over her shoulder
>Holy shit
>You'd already befriended Twilight's parents, guaranteeing your safety from any possible retribution on Twilight's part
>And now they wanted to grant you their authority, in loco parentis, on a long-term basis
>Things just got interesting, you smirk, as a surge of confidence flows through your body
"Let's see how little Twily is doing," you announce, stepping forward. "Pencil down, please."
>You pick up the paper
>As ordered, Twilight has written 'I GIVE MISS CHEERILEE PERMISSION TO PUNISH ME WHEN I'VE BEEN NAUGHTY' in her neat, flowing script, about twenty times so far
"This is acceptable," you tell her parents, "but when it comes to penmanship, magic can be a crutch for unicorns."
>You set the paper back down
"Continue, Twily. This time, with your mouth."
>Twilight carefully picks up the end of the pencil with her lips, maneuvering it into position
>She lowers her head and keeps going, accompanied by the scritch-scritch of pencil on paper
"Stop," you say, having retrieved an item from your desk. "Let's see your work."
>As you suspected Twilight's mouth-writing is a joke, blocky and uneven
"This is sloppy, Twilight Sparkle," you say coldly. "It looks like a foal wrote it. Hold out your right hoof."
>Twilight extends her front leg above the surface of the little desk
>You bring the ruler down across her hoof with a CRACK
"Oww wow wowwww!" Twilight shrieks, letting the pencil tumble from her mouth
>She pulls her hoof back and cradles it against her sweater
"Poor penmanship indicates poor motivation," you say, as her parents nod. "Magic isn't a shortcut for everything in life, Twily."
>Twilight starts sniffling again
"Continue," you order.
>Twilight looks around for her pencil
"You dropped it on the floor," you say with a sigh. "Get out of your seat and pick it up. With your mouth."

>Twilight gets out of her seat and lowers herself to the floor, scooching under her desk
>She closes her mouth around the stray pencil, drawing her lips across the floor and the thin film of dust and dirt that covers it
>Shimmying her bruised bottom, she reverses course and emerges
"Now continue," you order. "I'm not asking again."
>Her eyes shimmering, Twilight lowers her head and begins mouth-writing
>You wait until she has another twenty lines down before you interrupt
"Sloppy," you sniff. "Hold out your left hoof. And if you drop that pencil again we're going to revisit that bare bottom of yours."
>Trembling, Twilight stretches her hoof above her desk
>You swing the ruler down with a CRACK
>Twilight squeals and jerks her hoof back, but keeps the pencil clamped tightly in her lips
"Continue," you say.
>Twilight hopelessly puts pencil to paper again, knowing her penmanship isn't going to suddenly improve in the next few minutes
>Tears spill down her cheeks as she completes the one hundredth line
"Finished, Twily?" you ask. "Let's take a look."
>You pick up the paper and shake your head
"Both hooves out over the desk," you order, your voice full of fury. "And don't you dare pull your hooves back or drop that pencil. You're lucky I'm not making you start over from scratch."
>Twilight's shoulders shake as she holds her hooves out for punishment
>You swing the ruler down on her right hoof with a CRACK
"mmmNnnnHhhhHhhh!" Twilight whinnies, as you move to the other side of the desk.
>CRACK
"mmmmmHheeeheeeheee" Twilight lets out, registering the explosion of agony in her hoof.
>You slowly circle Twilight's desk, moving from her left side to her right and back again
>CRACK
"NnnggggghhAAAA--"
>CRACK
"mmmmmRRNnngh!"
>You drop the ruler onto the desk
"Next time we have to do this, Twily," you warn, "you'll get extra if you ruin your pencil with teeth marks."
>You yank the pencil from Twilight's mouth
>It's practically bitten in half

>You spend the rest of the time chatting with Twilight Velvet and Night Light about the arrangement, while their well-punished daughter sniffles meekly at her mother's side
>Twilight is instructed to send reports to mom and dad in Canterlot every other day, outlining her behavior in detail
>You're also expected to send reports, but only if they concern Twilight's punishments, and only after the fact -- mom and dad don't want you to delay Twily's discipline waiting for their approval
>As they say again and again, you have their complete trust
"And if you don't think we MEAN it," Twilight Velvet had warned, her teeth bared and her muzzle inches from Twilight's face, "just try us. If we get even ONE report from Miss Cheerilee that says you're being uncooperative, your father and I will be on the next train to Ponyville. And the spanking you get when we arrive will make tonight's session seem like a birthday party."
>The sky had grown dark, but you'd recommended they lead Twilight back to the library in her schoolfilly uniform, her panties still at her knees
>In the darkness, not many ponies will see her as she makes the humiliating march home
>But the trip will take longer than usual, with Twilight's legs hobbled like that
>Maybe you can gallop ahead, letting Berry Punch know they're coming so she can laugh as Twilight passes by
>Or, you could do the thing you've wanted to do for hours
>You sit at your desk and slip your hooves between your legs
"Twilight Sparkle, I'm very, very disappointed in you," you begin, rubbing your secret spot, slippery with your juices. "You've been a bad filly. And you know what happens to bad fillies. Tonight I'm starting with the belt."
>Your hooves move faster as you rub yourself to the brink
>You like the new status quo
>You like it a lot
>Twilight Sparkle is your plaything now
>And you hold all the power
>You can live out every perverted fantasy and Twilight just has to take it
>After all, what could go wrong?

Da End