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title = "Need More Than Needles"
names = ["TheBard"]
date = "2019-06-17 19:42:27"
tags = [""]
spankers = ["Rarity"]
spankees = ["Sweetie Belle"]
posts = ["33955018"]
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(AU-Rarity is Sweetie's Mom)
n Rarity came home from the store, the first thing that caught her eye was a fashion disaster. Sweetie Belle sat in the middle of a pile of misshapen, nauseatingly poorly colored things that looked like the unholy cross between a poncho and a dress.
Fabrics and knitting needles-her life's work-were scattered all over the floor. Rarity's breath hitched and she slowly counted the missing fabrics. All of it in less than an hour. Rarity was trying not to hyperventilate.
She glared at Sweetie who only blushed. "H-hi Mommy. How was your trip to the store?"
"You told me you were going over to Apple Bloom's." Rarity trampled towards Sweetie Belle and picked the filly up in a magical aura. "Instead what do I find? My fabrics gone! My sewing machine is not a toy! It is how I feed us! You know this!"
"I...I wasn't playing!"
Rarity's mouth puckered. "Do you want the soap in ADDITION to the spanking you're about to get!"
Sweetie shook her head. Her eyes welled up with tears. "W-wait! Listen to me please!"
Rarity sighed and walked towards the dreaded spanking stool in the corner of the room.
Rarity plopped Sweetie across her knees while Sweetie squirmed. "Please!"
Rarity's hoof cracked against Sweetie's bottom. "I take no pleasure in this, Darling." An equally firm spank landed on her behind, leaving a pink mark. She pulled back her hoof against and quickly spanked Sweetie's reddening rear. "But I can't have you putting my livelihood at risk! This is more than you making a mess! Do you understand?" Each word was joined by a spank connecting to Sweetie's behind. Sweetie Belle only squirmed and cried as a cascade of swats painted her bottom pink. "I-I'm sorry Mommy!"
"In addition," Rarity didn't pause in bringing down the spanks. "You could have seriously injured your hooves! I don't want you hurting your little hoovsies!"
Sweetie kicked her legs while the swats from Rarity's hoof moved to her sit spot. Rarity brought down more spanks, increasing the tempo. A cascade of stinging spanks peppered her now dark pink rump. Rarity patted her mane. "That's the most important thing! Knitting needles are not toys!" She popped her rump. "Understood?"
Sweetie Belle sniffled as she was taken from Rarity's lap and placed on the hard wood of the stool.
Rarity paused and glanced at her hooves. "You poor darling, look at your hooves."
Her hooves were scratched up so Rarity lit her horn and caressed them with the simple healing magic her own mother had used on her foalhood injuries.Sweetie only sniffled and avoided Rarity's gaze while she was situated to facing the corner. 
Rarity grumbled and started cleaning up. Sweetie squirmed on the hard wood of the stool, knowing time-out would be over when the mess was cleaned up, The seconds ticked by then became minutes. An hour crawled by for Sweetie as she sat on her stinging behind. Rarity walked back over to her and picked her up in her aura, this time for a warm embrace. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Darling."
Sweetie nestled into Rarity's chest floof. "I was trying to help."
Rarity rubbed her back. "Explain."
"I know you have a lot of orders, so many that we couldn't even go playing in the park together so I thought I could help."
Rarity sighed and squeezed Sweetie close."You should have asked."
Inside, her heart broke a little bit. Had she been neglecting her without realizing it.
Sweetie sighed. "I know I mess up a lot."
"I'd have still said yes." She let Sweetie go. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to take you to the park and Applejack had to. I wish I could have come." She wiped away a tear. "I do need to work on more orders. Perhaps as one extra punishment, you should assist me."
Sweetie grinned. "Really?"
"Oh yes. You'll be helping all night." She nuzzled her. "You won't be leaving my side."
Rarity was nearly bowled over by the force of Sweetie's hug. She returned it. "Alright, you naughty filly. Let's get to work."