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title = "Fuck!"
names = ["KrishnaKarnak"]
date = "2014-08-17 15:14:19"
tags = ["soaping"]
spankers = ["Candy Mane"]
spankees = ["Babs"]
posts = [""]
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“Ma, listen, I—”

“I don't want to hear it, Babs!”

“Mama, please, let me explain!”

“Save your breathe. Get in there. Now!”

>By the way, you're Candy Mane.
>You're standing in the hallway in front of your 8 year old daughter, Babs Seed.
>The pudgy filly is shaking her head fearfully, gazing up at you.
>Doesn't matter, you warned her many times never to say that word.
>This is going to be very, very unpleasant.

“If you're not going to watch that potty mouth, young lady, then I told you I was going to deal with it myself.”

“Nooo!”

>You push the door to the bathroom wide open and prod your filly forward.

“Mommy warned you, didn't she, what was gonna happen if you said that filthy word again?”

“B-but…”

“You knew this was gonna happen, did you not, Babs? But you went and said it anyway, thinking I wouldn't find out!”

“N-nooo! M-Mama, I didn't!”

>You reach the sink and turn on the water, letting it run long enough to warm up.

“Don't you lie to Mommy, Babs, or you're going to get your bottom smacked as well. Now, stand in front of the sink on the stool.”

>Babs shakes her head, tears gushing down her face.
>Tut-tutting, you wrap your forehooves around your daughter and place her on the stool, on her hind legs.
>Putting her front hooves on the edge of the sink, you take the time to give her chubby rump a few firm smacks.
>She squeaks in surprise.

“Lean your head back and open your mouth, Babs.”

>She shakes her head again, biting down on her lip, which trembles.

“Babs, you're listening to Mommy, or we're going straight into your room and you're going across my lap. Now, lean your head back.”

>She hesitates, shaking all over.
>Sighing, you make to turn off the water and pick her up off the stool, but she gives a gasp of panic and opens her mouth wide.

“That's better, Babs.”

>You check the water, hoof under the stream.
>Water warm enough, you plug up the drain with a cloth and move across the room to the cabinet.
>You open up a box and extract a pristine bar of lime-green soap.
>You can hear Babs wailing a little harder, as her little heart must be racing, her hoofies sweating.

“Now, you listen to Mommy carefully...”

>You drop the soap into the partially filled sink.

“Because we won't be repeating what happens here today...”

>You swill it about in the warm water few a few seconds, letting a nice layer of slick suds build up around it.

“Mommy's going to rinse that filthy word off your tongue...”

>You lift it up.
>You can see Babs eying it tearfully, angled low as her head is held back.
>Looking past her wet nose to the bar now held in front of her face.
>Her teeth parted, a single piece of stringy saliva stretching top to bottom.

“Mmph!”

>You thrust the bar between her jaws, pressing it down upon her tongue.
>Babs flails her arms, letting out a piteous little moan of discomfort.

“Bite down on it, Babs.”

“Maaahmaaah!”

>You press a hoof to her chin and she obeys at once, starting to bawl throatily.
>You see the teeth marks on the soap as you tell her to spit it out again, pieces of soap stuck to her molars.
>Back into the water it goes.

“Close your mouth, Babs. Keep the taste in.”

“Pleaseee, I'm sawwy!”

>The filly hiccups and a bubble burst from her lips.

“Open up again.”

>You turn off the faucet so the water doesn't spill out and lift the soap out again.
>Babs stomps her back hooves and howled, mouth wide open.

“Maaamaa, nooo!”

>Back in the mouth it goes.
>You pull it out and thrust it back in, scrubbing it along her tongue and ignoring her cries.

“If Mommy hears you swear again, young filly…”

>Back out, pause, back in, pause, back out, back into the water, back into the mouth.

“You will be a very sorry little pony!”

>Babs can only cry, tears flowing from her eyes as the bar of soap continued intruding into her mouth, her teeth gouging long streaks into it.

“I think you know exactly what I mean by that! So, what does Mommy want to hear?”

>You tug the bar out once more.

“I w-wont ever s-swear again!”

“And what'll happen if you do?”

>You give her another five second session with the soap, Babs trying her hardest to fight off your forehoof by grasping it in her own.

“I'LL GET SOAPED!”

>She screeches the words out as you drop the soap back into the sink and face her, forehooves folded over your chest.

“And... ?”

“AN-AND A SP-SP-SPANKING! Maaamaa, I'm sawwy! Lemme rinse!”

“Don't forget this lesson, Babs, or your bottom won't thank you.”

>You step away from the sink and leave the bathroom.