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title = "Good Friend"
names = ["Anon"]
date = "2019-05-11 05:22:10"
tags = [""]
spankers = ["None"]
spankees = ["None"]
posts = ["33828645"]
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Hmmm...
It occurs to me that most of us developed our spanking fetish while we were still young, at an age when our classmates may have still been getting spanked.
Do you think there's a filly or colt in that position? He or she has a nascent spanking kink and is living in paradise.

He goes to school, eats his lunch, plays with the others at recess, same as any other foal his age. But like us at that age he's always got spanking on the brain. Looking the word up in dictionaries...searching for any little reference in the library.
Most importantly he's always listening for a hint of his secret obsession. He never has to wait long. Today it's a forlorn filly, sobbing all alone over by the sandbox.

>Heya Peachy Pie, what's wrong? Did you did up a cat turd again?
She sniffles and wipes the muzzle drool off her snout.
>"No...Miss Cheerilee scolded me & Petunia for passing notes in class.
>"Since it was my third classroom violation I gotta get a note signed by my parents!"
The colt's spanking-sense is twitching, but he plays it cool.
>"Aww, that sucks. Do you think you'll be in big trouble?"
Peachy's face twists up into a tearful grimace.
>"My Daddy said if I got another one of these I was getting a spankin'!"
Boner level at 40% and rising...keep it together, man.
>"Maybe he won't be that angry. Maybe you could explain..."
But the filly shuts her eyes and shakes her head emphatically
>"No, he told me last time..."
She tried to imitate her father's deep, scary voice.
."...young filly, if I hear about you giving Miss Cheerilee trouble in class again my paddle is gonna have a long conference with your little rear-end!"
>"This note says I misbehaved THREE TIMES! My tushie is doomed!"
She burst into sorrowful, fearful tears.
Time to move in for the payoff...
>"Wow, sorry. Maybe I should walk you home today."
Peachy Pie wipes her tears & looks up with surprise
>"T-that would be real n-n-nice {*sniffle*}."
He grins...everything is going according to plan.
>But you don't have to walk me home.
>My Daddy is gonna be real mad at me...it won't be any fun.
But the colt knows his game...
>I was thinking maybe we could talk to him, together. We could convince him it wasn't such a big deal...it was just a little note.

A tiny sparkle of hope is kindled in the tearful filly's eyes.
>"Y-Yeah...maybe that could w-work."
It won't. She's fucked.
The colt knows this. He's done this a dozen times at least. All the fillies just think he's a nice boy who's kind to them when they're having a terrible day.

He's got a different plan though. He'll go home with this filly, be her shoulder to cry on, give her moral support...and hopefully get to watch the show.
Even if her Dad takes Peachy inside and sends her friend away he can still listen outside a window, or even spy on them.

Peachy throws her hooves around his neck for a tight hug...though kinda sloppy with tears and nose drool.
>"You're such a good friend!"
Yeah, he's done this for any cute filly in trouble. They all think he's such a nice colt for helping in their hour of despair. He's gotten plenty of kisses, even a few hoof jobs from appreciative fillies. Plus, he's gotten to watch or hear all of their cute rumps get spanked. No filly has caught on that he's perving on them.

With luck he can keep this up for years.