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title = "Getting Out Of A Grounding"
names = ["Anon"]
date = "2019-04-28 12:27:48"
tags = ["paddle"]
spankers = ["Cheerilee"]
spankees = ["Scootaloo"]
posts = [""]
urls = ["https://pastebin.com/CWUEaUX6"]
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There was a very special festival coming up, a festival that Scootaloo was greatly looking forward to all year. All her friends would be there, great activities and performances (even from Rainbow Dash and the rest of the Wonderbolts) and this was perhaps the only time in years it would be taking place in Ponyville.

Unfortunately, Scootaloo couldn’t go because she was grounded.

She had recently committed an act of vandalism. She wasn’t sure what had come over her as she had never even thought of doing something like this before, but the damage was done and Cheerilee, her guardian decided on a fittingly harsh punishment, hence her grounding.

Cheerilee despised the idea of keeping Scootaloo away from the festival. She herself had seen and heard the filly’s hype for it and it pained the teacher to see her so depressed, but she knew she had to be harsh. Scootaloo had committed a crime after all.

It was a Friday night when Cheerilee was finishing up some leftover paperwork in her bedroom. Scootaloo was already sent to bed as it was her bedtime and Cheerilee was about to do the same.

Suddenly, the door to her room creaked open and the head of a certain orange filly popped in.

„Shouldn’t you be in bed now, Scootaloo?”

„Can we talk?”

Cheerilee sighed, Scootaloo probably wanted to convince her to let her go to the festival again, and like the last ten or so times she tried, she would fail. She would let her at least try, however, as she had made it a point to always listen to her charge when she wanted to talk.

„What is it?”

„Its about the festival.”

„Your grounded, Scootaloo and you’ll still be grounded when it starts. I’m sorry, but you can’t go.”

„I did do all my homework…”

„I know and I’m very glad that you did what you were supposed to anyway.”

„I studied hard…”

„I can tell by your performance at school and I’m very proud of you, but I simply cannot let you go, Scootaloo.”

„I’ll study even harder.”

Cheerilee sighed, walked up to Scootaloo and put a hoof to her shoulder.

„You have committed a crime, if you were an adult you might be facing jail time for this. I’m sorry, but you have earned yourself a serious punishment.”

Scootaloo could say nothing, she just hung her head down.

„Now, I believe it’s past your bedtime.”

„Umm, Cheerilee?”

„Yes Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo stood there, it was clear she was having trouble saying whatever she wanted to say.

„Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

„Yea, um, what if…”

Scootaloo paused, gathering her courage, Cheerilee patiently waited for whatever she wanted to say.

„What if you punished me in a different way?”

This was new from Scootaloo, but nothing that would convince Cheerilee, but she played along.

„And what would that be?”

„Do you… Think you could, um.”

Scootaloo gulped.

„Do you think you could spank me instead?

Cheerilee was surprised. At first, she thought that a simple spanking was no substitute for what Scootaloo had earned, but then she thought of how much her charge had wanted to go to the festival and how desperate she was to earn her permission. Cheerilee also knew that if she were to spank Scootaloo instead of grounding her, she would have to make it a very harsh one and that was something she wasn’t sure she could stomach.

The last time she had given Scootaloo a harsher spanking was when she brought her second yardstick on her bottom and that was something she still regretted doing. She never spanked her students in the classroom (despite having permission to do so in Equestria) and she hated spanking Scootaloo (sometimes it was the only way to get through the filly).

Cheerilee thought for a minute, sighed and looked into Scootaloo’s eyes.

„Scootaloo, if I were to spank you instead I wouldn’t go easy on you. Do you understand?”

„Uh-huh”

„I’m serious. It would be very hard.”

Scootaloo hesitated, Cheerilee had never warned her about how hard her spankings would be.

„If I take it, can I go to the festival?”

„Probably shouldn’t be agreeing to this, but yes.”

„Then I’ll take it.”

„Are you sure?”

„Yes.”

„… Alright then, wait for me in your room, please.”

Once Scootaloo left, Cheerilee let out a long sigh and began looking for a certain tool she would be using. She never thought she would use it, but she had to be harsh. Hopefully she would only have to use it now and never again.

From under her bed, she pulled out a box containing verious memorabilia from her life. Things that she couldn’t find anywhere else to put. It had old clothes, notebooks and pictures, but what she was looking for was an old wooden paddle.

The paddle itself was a gift from her old school teacher and mentor. It was large enough to cover both of the butt cheeks of a naughty filly while being thin enough to wield with ease for any user. In it were six holes allowing for faster smacks due to less air resistance. It was also enchanted for long term durability.

The paddle was designed to give maximum effect from just a few swings as teachers in classrooms typically gave their students four to five smacks. Cheerilee herself had it used a couple of times on her as a filly and she, like her classmates would always cry after two or so hits from it. She had never even thought of using it on her students (since she didn’t spank in class) let alone on Scootaloo.

Speaking of Scootaloo all that waiting must have been nerve wracking for the poor filly, so Cheerilee gave a few test swings with it (surprised by how natural it felt to swing) and left for Scootaloo’s room.

The door to Scootaloo’s room was left open and as Cheerilee entered Scootaloo shifted her attention towards her, then the paddle. She didn’t complain, probably because she didn’t expect Cheerilee to let her off with a hoofspanking. She did look quite scared, however.

“Alright Scootaloo are you sure you would rather have this then skip the festival?”

“Y-yes.”

“Alright then.” She grabbed the armless wooden chair in front of Scootaloo’s desk (used for homework and studying), turned it around and sat down. “Come here, please.”

Scootaloo expected to have to bend over on her bed and take the spanking like she usually would. Cheerilee would rarely spank her over the knee, only when it was more practical. She had an idea as to why she wasn’t asked to bend over her bed.

“Cheerilee.”

“Yes?”

“Shouldn’t I just bend over like always?”

“That won’t be needed now.”

“W-why?”

“I don’t want you getting in the way.”

Scootaloo gulped.

“Cheerilee.”

‘Sigh’ “Yes, Scootaloo?”

“Do you have to use that thing?”

“I said it would be very hard, now unless you changed your mind, please come over here.”

She did, albeit hesitantly. Cheerilee helped her onto her lap, raised her tail and pinned it on her back.

“Last chance, Scootaloo. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I wanna go to the festival.”

“Alright.”

Cheerilee tapped Scootaloo’s butt a few times and raised the paddle high, ready to strike.

“Wait!”

Cheerilee stopped.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a pillow, please?”

“… No Scootaloo you would just drop it.”

“I won’t, just let me have this at least.”

Cheerilee frowned shifted on the chair and swished her tail in front of Scootaloo who grabbed a hold of it. Cheerilee was going to be washing out tears, drool and snot by the end of this.

“Thanks.”

“Your welcome.”

Cheerilee took a deep breath and raised the paddle once again.

As the paddle came crashing down there was a whistling sound as the air went through the holes followed by a loud ‘CRACK!’ as it flattanned the target.

Scootaloo gasped as the pain reached her mind. Cheerilee paused briefly remembering her school days and how seeing and hearing a classmate get swatted by this paddle usually got the entire class in line. She quickly snapped out of her little flashback and continued on with her work.

‘CRACK!’ 

“AAAAAAH!” This was a far more audible reaction and it would most likely be getting louder from here.

‘CRACK!’

“EEEEEEH! I changed my mind Stop please!”

Of course it was too late, unfortunately. Cheerilee resolved herself to keep going. This was going to be a tiresome ordeal for her, but even more so for Scootaloo (‘CRACK!’ NAHAHAOU!) but at least by the end of this (PLEEA-‘CRACK!’-EEEE!) she was going to be looking forward to a great time at the festival (IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY ’CRACK!’ IMSOSOREEE!). Cheerilee was going to be giving her plenty of reminders of this once she was done.

‘CRACK!’ ‘TWACK! ‘SMACK!’

Scootaloo was desperately trying to escape now and was still begging for release. Cheerilee said nothing as there would be time to talk after (‘THWACK!’ PLEASE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN I PROMI-‘THWACK!’-IIIIII!) the punishment. Speaking of Scootaloo (‘THWACK!’ OWWWW!), she had let go of Cheerilee’s tail and was now trying to reach back to shield her burning flanks, but Cheerilee blocked her, it would be bad if the paddle broke a bone in her hoof after all.

‘CRACK!’ ‘THWACK!’ ‘SMACK!’

Scootaloo had perhaps somehow managed to realize how futile trying to reach back was (‘SMACK! STHOOOHHP IIIIIHT!) and was now trying to grab hold of Cheerilee’s tail once again (‘SMACK!’ WAAAAAA-!) but couldn’t quite reach it (‘SMACK!’ –AAAAAAAAAAH!). Cheerilee, seeing this once again swished her tail in front of her and she quickly grabbed hold of it and buried her face in it (‘SMACK!’ MMMMMPH!). The rest of her body was still thrashing and squirming about all over her lap.

‘CRACK!’ ‘THWACK!’ ‘SMACK!’

Cheerilee had noticed that Scootaloo was tiring as evident by her lighter squirming and her quieter crying (‘CRACK!’ Waaahahaaa!). This didn’t surprise her as it wasn’t easy to keep the filly still enough to effectively (‘THWACK!’ Aaaah-‘hic’-aow!) spank her. Cheerilee took no pleasure in this and had hoped that she would never (‘SMACK!’ Mooaahmm!) have to use the paddle ever again. She had also hoped that Scootaloo’s crying didn’t wake up too many of her neighbours.

Thankfully (‘CRACK!’) for Scootaloo (‘THWACK!’), it was almost (‘SMACK!’) over.

‘CRACK!’

‘THWACK!’

‘SMACK!’

And they were done, Scootaloo was officially ungrounded now. She could go to the festival (Waaaaaah!).

Cheerilee sighed, dropped the paddle and tried to sit Scootaloo up for a hug. She had a hard time doing so as the filly was still holding on to her tail with all her remaining might, sobbing into it.

“Scootaloo.” She whispered gently into her ear “It’s over now, you can let go.”

She did, finally allowing Cheerilee to pull her up. She made sure to let her sit on her lap in a way that didn’t put too much pressure on her reddened bottom. They hugged each other for a while. Looking back, Cheerilee was glad that Scootaloo had suggested the spanking at Friday. It would have broken her heart to see her squirming in her chair during her lessons in class and she didn’t need the unwanted attention her cherry red bum would bring at school after this (At least it would fade by Monday now).

Soon Scootaloo had sufficiently calmed down.

“I hope you won’t make me use the paddle on you.”

“I’ll never commit a crime again.”

Cheerilee smiled “Good, I don’t want you ending up in jail.”

…

“I hear Rainbow Dash is going to be performing in the festival.”

“Yeah, I know. Can I go?”

“Of course you can.”

“Yay.”

…

“Are you ready to get up?”

“Mhm.”

Cheerilee let Scootaloo down and watched her rub her bottom repeatedly, most likely not making it any better.

Cheerilee tried coaxing Scootaloo to go to sleep, but she (understandably) was unable to so Cheerilee decided to make her some cocoa to try helping her sleep. As they went downstairs Scootaloo tried fanning her fanny with her tail.

They had a pleasant conversation before Scootaloo was ready to sleep. Cheerilee ended up tucking her in.

The next day she would keep getting stares from ponies who saw her grilled bottom and she had to tell the embarrassing story behind it to her friends (and of course, bragging about how well she took it) but at least she could go outside and play with them.

The festival was fun to.