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title = "Naughty Little Twilight"
names = ["kangaroomerang"]
date = "2014-03-28 06:11:45"
tags = ["F/F", "hairbrush", "otk", "non-consensual"]
spankers = ["Velvet"]
spankees = ["Twilight"]
posts = [""]
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>Be Cheerilee
>Head to Twilight's tree library to return a book 
>As you approach the front door you hear an angry voice 
"Now obey your mother unless you want an additional spanking from me once she's done!"
>Step inside
>An older mare is sitting on the edge of the tree-stump table in the center of the room
>An older stallion is standing near her and glaring down at Twilight
>And the great Twilight Sparkle is cowering on the floor like a frightened filly 
"Oh, hello," the mare says. "I'm Twilight Velvet, little Twily's mom. This is my husband, Night Light."
"Nice to meet you," you say. "I'm just here to return a book. But I can go if..."
"Not at all," Twilight Velvet answers. "Take your time. We just have something we need to take care of with Twily and it might get a little noisy. I hope WE don't disturb YOU!"
>You laugh and turn away, pretending to scan the bookshelves but secretly watching out of the corner of your eye 
"Now Twily, I think we've wasted enough time," Twilight Velvet says in a scolding tone. "Didn't you hear what your father said?"
>Twilight lets out a little whimper; you can tell she's acutely embarrassed by you being in the library 
"Twilight Sparkle, I have had it up to here with you," her mom continues, her voice growing cold. "If you can't take your punishment like a big girl, then you're going to take it like a foal."
>A glow of magic coalesces around Twilight's ear, then abruptly tightens 
>Twilight yelps in pain as the magic pinches and twists, then she howls as she's yanked to her feet with a firm tug 
"Okay okay I'm sorry mom I'll get over your--"
"It's too late for that Twily. You should know better."
>Keeping a magical grip on her daughter's ear, Twilight Velvet drags Twilight across the floor and over to her right side 
>Shifting her magic grip to grasp the base of the tail, Twilight Velvet hauls her daughter into the air and lets her hooves dangle helplessly for a moment before plopping her down across her lap 
"Ow ow ow owwwww" gasps Twilight, throwing one hoof back to massage her wrenched tail
"Keep those hooves forward, Twily," warns her father. "This is your own fault."
>Using magic, Twilight's mom lifts her daughter's tail out of the way, laying it across her back and pinning it beneath her left hoof 
>You can imagine the view between Twilight's legs right now -- unfortunately you're standing where you can only see Twilight's face 
>Maybe you could circle around to the other side of the library and see Twilight's treasures spread wide open, but you can't believe you've gotten this far and decide not to press your luck 
"You might not live in our home, Twilight Sparkle," lectures her mom, "but we are your mother and your father. We will continue to punish you WHENEVER you need correction. I don't care where you live or how old you get. Is that clear?"
>Twilight stays silent 
>WHACK! Her mother brings the hairbrush down with her right hoof, smacking Twilight's exposed flank 
"Yes!" Twilight cries.
"Yes, what?" her mom says warningly, bringing the brush down with another WHACK.
"Yes, it's clear!" Twilight answers, suppressing a scream of pain.
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 
"That's not the right answer, Twily," says Twilight Velvet, raising her voice to be heard over the smacking echo of her polished hairbrush. "You know better. You're a big girl. Yes -- WHAT?"
>She pauses her assault on Twilight's bottom, waiting 
"Yes...mommy" Twilight answers in a tiny whisper
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU, LITTLE GIRL!" her mom growls.
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Yes ma-- yes ma-- yes momEEEEEEE!" Twilight screams, as her mother keeps up a brutally fast pace with the hairbrush.
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
>You can't see the damage from your angle, but you're positive Twilight's butt is getting bruised and blistered from the way her mom is swinging that brush 
>You can see Twilight's face, and she winces and squeezes her eyes shut as she endures her childish shaming 
"I hope you're comfortable, Twily," her mom announces grimly. "Because we're just getting started."
>FUCK, was that a twinge between your legs? 
>Goddamn, why is this turning you on so much? 
>I mean, you've paddled fillies and colts in the schoolroom before and that's always been...well, fun
>But Twilight is a full-grown mare, and she's being reduced to a naughty little child and you're watching it happen and...
>FUCK
>You slowly back up towards the wall behind you, while inconspicuously raising your tail 
>Your fat flank makes contact with the cool, polished wood of the library wall, your tail tucked well out of the way 
>You continue backing up until your ass squashes flat, and your warm, wet vag rubs up against the smooth surface of the wood 
>Oh god, that feels so good 
>Thank god nobody noticed
"Is this getting through to you, little Twily?" says Twilight Velvet firmly. "You needed a good hard hairbrushing to learn your lesson, just like you always do?"
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Ow ow ow owwwwAAAaahh!" Twilight shrieks, throwing her head up toward the ceiling.
"Is it beginning to sink in, Twily?" her mother asks, her voice challenging.
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Ow ow aaaahaaahaaa yessss" Twilight chokes out, then seems to catch herself just in time. "Yes MOMMY!" she corrects, with a shout.
>You start rubbing your hindquarters against the wall, up and down, up and down, just like you do sometimes in the schoolroom when you think no one will know 
>They're not looking in your direction anyway, it's like they forgot you were even here 
>Fuck, look at that -- Twilight's eyes are glistening with tears, she's going to start bawling any second 
>You grind a little faster, staring at those brimming wet eyes as they flinch with each full-force smack, and admiring how Twilight's mane is so messy and out of place as it falls into her perfect face, that gorgeous face 
>Twilight raises her head and locks eyes with you 
>Oh FUCK, she sees me 
>You stop grinding, but don't back away from the wall 
>Twilight narrows her gaze but doesn't break eye contact, and her look of death can only mean one thing: Get the hell out of here and leave me alone 
>You instantly feel ashamed -- humiliated by what you were doing, and self-conscious that you're intruding in what should be a private moment 
>But her parents told you to stay, didn't they?
>At this point leaving suddenly would be even more awkward than just staying put
"How many times, Twily?" her mom continues. "How many times have we told you to send us letters, twice a week?"
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"B-but mommy, I sent a d-double length letter because I thought if I--"
>CRACK! Twilight Velvet brings the hairbrush down as hard as she can
>You flinch
>Twilight jerks her head back and howls
"Is that what we agreed to, Twily? Is it?"
>WHACK WHACK WHACK
"N-no momeeeee! I'm soreeEEEEE!"
>As her mom picks up the pace, you can tell Twilight is at her limit
>She's gasping, her breath ragged
>Her cheeks are reddening and silent tears have begun to spill from her eyes, leaving two wet tracks 
>Twilight glares at you with hatred again, and for a moment you feel genuine fear
>Then her mom raises her hoof up toward the ceiling and swings the brush down, SMACKING her daughter harder than ever before
>She does the same thing again, and again, and again 
"OOOOOWWWW MOMMEEEE I'M SOREEEEEEE!" Twilight wails.
>Twilight isn't looking at you any more, she's not looking at anything
>She's thrashing around on her mother's lap trying desperately to escape the stinging smacks of that wicked hairbrush
"OOOWWW DADDEEEE! DADDEEEE I'M SO SOREEEE!"
"I'm sorry too sweetheart, but it's too late for apologies," says Night Light. "You've earned this spanking, and now you're getting it."
>Her last hope of mercy now closed off, Twilight sags on her mother's lap and allows herself to sob in defeat
"Whaaa haaa haaa haaa" Twilight cries, squeezing her eyes shut and causing fresh tears to leak down her cheeks and drip onto the floor. "Aaah haaa haaa haaaaaa..."
>Twilight's body convulses with chest-heaving sobs as her mom continues smacking her bare bottom
>Seeing Twilight as a broken little filly, you no longer feel scared 
>On the contrary -- looking at that messy mane, that tear-streaked face, that snot bubble at the end of her muzzle, that spray of spittle she lets loose with every full-throated cry...
>Why were you afraid of perfect little Twilight Sparkle? 
>Underneath it all, Twilight Sparkle has never been anything more than a naughty little filly looking for attention 
>And now mommy's giving her that attention, right on Twilight's bare bottom 
>Without even realizing it you start rubbing your throbbing vag against the smooth wall again, up and down 
>You're going to enjoy this, dammit, Twilight Sparkle be damned 
"Are you starting to get the message, Twily?" her mother asks, not letting up at all with the hairbrush.
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"aaaaaa haaaaaaa haaaaaaa haaaaa" sobs Twilight, unable to do anything any more but cry like a helpless little foal.
>You lean even harder against the wall and increase the pace of your grinding 
>Fuck, just the thought of reducing her to that state, of completely breaking her like that, of having that much power over someone like Twilight Sparkle
>You close your eyes halfway and start breathing shallowly
"You're a bad little filly, Twilight Sparkle!" her mother scolds. "A very BAD--"
>WHACK
"LITTLE--"
>WHACK 
"FILLY!"
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
>Oh Celestia this is going to kill you, you swear it's going to kill you 
>You're pushing into the wall so hard it feels like you're going to collapse the library's foundations
"LOOK at me when I'm talking to you, young lady!" Twilight Velvet says between clenched teeth, using her magic to yank on her daughter's sore ear and wrench Twilight's head in her direction
"Do you know that you were bad?" she says in a childish tone.
>Twilight can only nod, her lower jaw trembling 
"Do you know that you deserve this spanking?"
>Twilight nods again, dumbly
"And now, little girl," her mom continues, "I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
>She shoves Twilight's face down toward the floor with her left hoof and raises the brush with her right 
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
>That's it, it's too much 
>The rapid pace of your grinding slows down as you switch to powerful, body-shaking rearward thrusts 
>Your eyelids flicker and your vision blurs 
>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
>Twilight Sparkle, bad little Twilight Sparkle, getting a bare-bottomed spanking from mommy such a naughty filly what a naughty naughty bad little--
>OH FUUUUUUCK
>Your whole body convulses and time seems to stand still as your blood roars in your ears 
>You bite your lower lip and try to keep your head from thrashing from side to side as you ride out the mind-blowing pulses of a monster orgasm 
>Finally, completely spent, you raise your gaze -- hoping to Celestia they're not all staring at you, mouths wide open 
>Lucky you
"And I hope you've learned your lesson, you bad girl!" Twilight Velvet brings down the hairbrush with one final WHACK, then uses a magic shove to dump her naughty daughter to the library floor
>In that moment you notice something
>Twilight Velvet and Night Light haven't looked in your direction since the spanking started
>But Twilight is looking right at you
>Her eyes burn into yours, looking out with cold fury from behind her disheveled mane 
>It's a look of pure hatred 
>In that look, you know that she saw you orgasm
>She knows that you didn't step in to save her, and instead you took pleasure in her pain 
>In that look, you don't see how you can ever be friends again 
>Only one thing to do 
"Well I returned my book, so I really should be going," you announce. "It was lovely meeting you, Twilight Velvet. And you too, Night Light."
>Both older ponies break out in smiles 
"It was wonderful to meet you too!" gushes Twilight Velvet, completely ignoring her daughter lying at her feet, sniffling pitifully. "And please forgive my manners. I didn't even get your name!"
"I'm Miss Cheerilee," you offer. "I teach at Ponyville Elementary."
"Well, of course," Twilight Velvet says with a grin. "You're used to spankings. Just another day on the job, right?"
>Here's your chance
"You're not that far off!" you laugh. "In fact, as an educator I'm impressed by how hands-on you two are when it comes to discipline! It's a rare quality among parents these days, and that's a real shame."
>Twilight Velvet and Night Light look at each other warmly, clearly flattered 
>Meanwhile Twilight Sparkle glares at you from her position on the floor, silently seething 
"How many days will you be here in Ponyville?" you ask Twilight's parents.
"Five more days," answers Night Light.
"It might be a long time before you see little Twily again, so I trust you'll pack in as much discipline as possible before you return to Canterlot," you suggest.
>They look at each other
"In fact, I was just reading in an educational journal about the fact that physical discipline has tremendous long-term benefits on individual achievement," you say.
>Twilight's mouth drops open in shock, but you've got to keep this moving 
"And as mentioned, I am a professional educator," you offer. "I regularly use corporal punishment in my classroom. And, if you don't have other plans tomorrow, maybe you could bring little Twily by the schoolhouse? After hours?"
>Twilight Velvet nods her head, eyes wide at the possibilities 
>You move in to close the deal 
"In my classroom I have a wide variety of rulers and yardsticks," you say. "As well as a hard wooden paddle I use to spank naughty fillies and colts on their bare bottoms in front of the entire class. And I believe I overheard you scolding Twilight about not sending letters? Once we give her a paddling, that's the perfect opportunity to sit her bruised bottom down at one of the school desks, and make her write out all the letters she's missed so far, with a ruler whack on her hooves if she slows down. All under my supervision as a professional educator, of course. "
>Twilight Velvet beams
"Well I for one would be pleased as punch to have the help of Ponyville's resident educator in teaching our daughter to stay on the straight and narrow," she gushes. "I'm so glad you came by, Miss Cheerilee! Let's plan on dinner tomorrow? Followed by a couple hours at the schoolhouse to thoroughly punish little Twily?"
"Agreed," you answer with a smile. "Twilight Velvet, Night Light, it's been a pleasure. I'll see you tomorrow night."
>You step toward the door, then turn around 
"And I'll see you tomorrow too, little Twily!" you say in a babyish singsong
>Her parents chuckle, but the look Twilight shoots you is pure venom 
>Doesn't matter 
>You saw how Twilight was reduced to a blubbering baby under her mother's firm hoof
>Yeah, you've got her number 
>Especially now that you're tight with her mom and dad 
>You don't need to worry about repairing your friendship with Twilight
>You're not her friend any more 
>You're an authority figure 
>And you know just how to make her crumble 
>You flash "Twily" one final smile before you stroll out the library door, hips swaying, your vag still moist and getting even wetter thinking about tomorrow night 
>Your ass is mine, Twilight Sparkle
>Your ass is mine