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title = "Filly Dash Got a D-"
names = ["DCFTEF"]
date = "2014-01-30 00:58:55"
tags = ["M/f", "hairbrush", "otk", "non-consensual", "beg"]
spankers = ["Dad"]
spankees = ["Rainbow"]
posts = [""]
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>Come home from work.
>Wife is in a bad mood.
>What's her problem? Horses don't have monthly periods.
>Wife shows you Dashie's D-minus test.
>*deep sigh*
>You had a talk about this last week.
>She begged you not to punish her.
>Promised to study hard for the next test.
>Well, she didn't.
>You know it wasn't a particularly hard test.
>Already saw your neighbor outside.
>He was proud...his daughter got an A+.
>If Leroy Hooves daughter Derpy can get an A your Dash should be able to at least pass.

>Gotta quit stalling.
>Wife expects you to do something about this.
>No more loving father-daughter talks over shared milkshake either.
>She's got to be disciplined this time.
>Walk up the stairs to her room.
>Knock. She doesn't answer.
>Open the door anyway.
>Just in time to see Dashie flash across the room to her desk.
>She's sitting there, pretending to have been studying this whole time.
>"Oh, sorry Dad...didn't hear you knock...I've got a lot of homework!"
>Now she's lying to you too.
>All hestiation is erased from your mind.
>She needs to be taught a lesson.

>Show her the test paper.
"Rainbow Dash, do you have an explanation for this?"
>Sweating nervously, Dash tries to make it sound like no big deal.
>She's not taking this seriously.
"Dashie, you promised me last week you'd study for this test."
>Caught...now she's really getting scared.
>"Umm...dad, I'm sorry. I'll do better next time. I promise. Double promise!"
"No more promises young filly. You're in big trouble."
>The first tears appear in her eyes, but she's trying to hold it together.
>"But the test was really hard! Almost all the foals failed it!"
"I understand your little friend Derpy got an A+."
"Do I need to ask the parents of your other classmates how their fillies & colts did?"
>Oh man...Dash just walked into quicksand with that one.
>"Well, maybe not all the foals failed..."
"So you were lying?"
>She's getting panicky. She knows her butt is in jeopardy.
>She changes strategy.
>"But Daddy...I'm already not allowed to go on the class trip to see the Wonderbolts!"
>She only calls you "Daddy" when she knows she's really in trouble.
>Normally she's too cool for that...it's just Dad.
"Rainbow Dash that trip is a reward for young ponies who do their schoolwork...not a right you're entitled to."
"You're missing out because you didn't earn it."
"Your punishment for this grade is completely separate from that."
>Oh Celestia...that word triggered the waterworks.
>As soon as you mention punishment the tears flow freely.
>"Daddy please! I promise to work harder! I'll be grounded for a week! Two weeks!"
"You better work harder young filly, or you'll be going across my knee next week too."
>She's crying and begging for forgiveness.
>You can barely understand the words she's sobbing so hard.
>It breaks your heart, but now is the time.
>There's no more reasoning or lecturing her in this condition.
>Best to get it over with.
>You gently take her by the arm.
>Dashie squirms & struggles, but a little filly is no match for a grown stallion.
>You barely need to use any of your strength to guide her toward the bed.
>"Daddy! PLEEEEAAASSEE!" she cries.
>This is so difficult you feel like crying too.
>No...gotta be stern.
>Sit down, slide her over your lap.
>When she was smaller you just used your wing.
>But she's a growing filly, and this is serious.
>Gotta make an impression on her.
>Reach over and take her hairbrush off the dresser.
>She hardly ever uses it on her mane.
>Dashie cries fervently when she sees that.
>"Daddy, please not that! I'll be good...I'll study super hard!"
>You stroke her mane to calm her.
"Rainbow Dash, sweetie, I hate to do this, but if I don't I'll be letting you down as your father. Please understand that even if you hate me."
>"I don't hate you Daddy" she squeaks.
>Oh, that breaks your heart.
>Gotta do this before you lose your resolve.
>You sweep her multi-colored tail out of the way.
>The first smack hits Rainbow Dash's tiny rump.
>She jumps and kicks her legs.
>"Owwww!"
>But you know she's only acting for sympathy.
>It's not going to work.
>The next few whacks fall, she's squealing and kicking her legs now.
>You give her the next 5 hard and in quick succession.
>Little Dashie screams...her wings flutter furiously.
>It's not an act anymore.
>You can actually feel her trying to lift off your lap.
>Not gonna work, kiddo, you've got her held tight.
>Again and again the hairbrush spanks Dashie's rear.
>Light blue is turning into dark pink pretty fast.
>You fight the urge to quit early...this has to be a spanking she remembers for a long time.
>Dashie is squealing & wailing in pain.
>Drool and not bubbles coming from her muzzle.

>You don't stop until you've reached the number you had in mind.
>Finally; 40 hard spanks.
>But she's not done.
"Dashie, why are you being punished?"
>She can't get the answer out she's crying so hard.
>Give her 3 more hard smacks.
>"WHHHAAAHHH! Because I didn't pass my test!"
"And you didn't keep your promise to study either, right?"
>3 more hard whacks to punctuate that sentence.
>"OOWWWW! *sob* *choke* Because I didn't pass my test and I didn't keep my promise!"
>"Please, PLEASE no more, Daddy!"
>Almost done.
"And what's going to happen if you don't take your schoolwork seriously from now on?"
>"NO Daddy! Please...I won't fail again!"
>That's not the answer you're looking for.
>Little Dash gets 4 more spanks.
>"WHAAHHH! If I don't take my schoolwork seriously I get another spanking!"
"Even worse than this one."
>She's had enough.
>You let her lay across your lap, crying her eyes out, for a few minutes.
>Then you gather her up into your arms.
>It takes Dashie a long time to calm down and get her composure.
>All that time you hold her on your lap and rock her back and forth, stroking her rainbow mane.
>You wipe the drool & snot from her muzzle with your wingtip.
>Not grossed out...you're a parent, you've done way grosser stuff than that.
>When you think she's ready, gently lecture her on why its important to work hard in school.
"You want to be a Wonderbolt someday, right?"
>She nods...her tear streaked face tugs at your heart.
"Well you need to work hard toward that goal now...to show the Wonderbolts you have commitment & self discipline."
>She agrees with everything you say.
>Not sure if she really understands or is just scared of getting spanked again.
>Doesn't matter...she'll think long & hard about this in coming weeks.
>Once she's calm enough to converse you sit on her bed together and talk.
>She lets you preen her feathers.
>She hasn't let you do that since she was a little foal.
>Too uncool.
>Now she just craves the comfort of a daddy-daughter bonding ritual.
>And you're happy to provide it.

>Soon your wife calls you both down to dinner.
>She cooked one of Dashie's favorite meals.
>"I though after today at least something nice should happen."
>It makes Dash smile, cry and hug her mom.
>She has to sit on a pillow through dinner.
>Rainbow Dash's rump was still pink when she went to school the next day.
>No pillows on the seats there...she squirmed uncomfortably.
>The other foals gave her a good natured ribbing.
>Dashie took it with good humor.
>Her weird friend Fluttershy didn't.
>She actually raised her voice and called the other colts & fillies mean bullies.
>Dashie calmed her down, told her it was okay.

>By lunch Dashie's pink rump was no longer the butt of jokes.
>Fluttershy wouldn't leave her side...offering to share her lunch & milk.
>"I have my own lunch, Flutters."
>"But thanks anyway."
>A colt teased them.
>"She's your special somepony, she's your special somepony!"
>Dash threatened to punch him.
>It was a bluff...this was not a good day to take home a note from the Principal.
>The colt still shut up.

>As they went back to class, the teacher called Dash up.
>"Rainbow Dash, your father stopped by to talk while you were at lunch."
>Dash blushed furiously.
>"We discussed your test, and he convinced me to let you take it again on Thursday."
>The filly's face lit up with hope.
>"Does that mean...?"
>"Yes, if you pass you can go on the class trip."
>Dashie's wings fluttered excitedly.
>"OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh!"
>She hugged her teacher.
>"I won't fail again, I promise for real this time! Thank you!"

>Dashie spent the rest of the week studying.
>On Thursday, when all the other school-ponies were at lunch she sat down to re-test.
>Dash held her pencil in her mouth and waited for the word.
>"Alright," said her teacher, "you may begin."


THE END