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title = "Pound And Pumpkin Attempt To Get Out Of Trouble"
names = ["Anon"]
date = "2019-04-15 11:03:03"
tags = [""]
spankers = ["Pound", "Pumpkin"]
spankees = ["Pound", "Pumpkin"]
posts = [""]
urls = ["https://pastebin.com/5VQpUFy5"]
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Pound and Pumpin looked down upon the broken vase, a victim of their careless playing. Both of them were very nervous as they would surely get into trouble for this.

„This is all your fault!” Shouted Pound.

„What?! How is it my fault?!” Shouted back Pumpkin.

„You threw the ball!”

„Well you flew outside our room and told me to throw it!”

„You threw it so it’s your fault! I’m not the boss of you!”

„You got me to throw it! I didn’t know the vase was there!”

The two stopped their bickering and just looked at each other angrily as if the other would eventually relent under their gaze and finally realize that they were the ones at fault. Neither of them relented and soon the look of anger in their eyes turned into one of fear.

„Mommy really liked this vase.” Said Pumpkin.

„Y-yeah, what do you think she’ll do when she finds we broke it?”

„I dunno... D-do you think she would... You know.” Pumpkin gulped „S-spank us?”

Pound thought for a moment before coming to a horrible conclusion „Probably.”

A spanking, a punishment usually delivered by their mother, Cup Cake. It was a punishment both of them got numerous times (sometimes at the same time) and they both hated it due to the horrible pain it caused.

In reality, the spanking Cup gave (or on some occasions Carrot) were actually rather mild. She generally gave light and somewhat slow spanks with her hoof (It still stung, of course), but the twins were terrified of the prospect of getting one. And they were quite sensitive to even light pain.

 „It’s not fair! I don’t wanna get spanked!” Cried Pound.

„Me neither!”

„We gotta do something.” Said Pound who had managed to calm down a bit.

„But what can we do?”

That was a question they both found themselves thinking hard on. They went through numerous ideas, none of them feasible.

„Hey Pumpkin.”

„Yes Pound?”

„Do you think mom would spank if we were spanked beforehand?”

„Umm” Pumpkin paused for a bit before realizing what Pound was thinking. „Probably not.”

„So if we were to convince her we already got spanked before she finds out what we did-„

„-She wouldn’t spank us! Pound! That's genius!”

Pound was rather pleased with himself to have come up with this idea, but soon found himself with another problem.

„How are we gonna convince her that we were spanked?” He asked his sister.

„Well duh! All we gotta do is spank each till our buts look like we were spanked by mommy. Then she’ll have to believe us!”

„What?! B-but then we would be spanked anyways!”

„Well it’s not like we have to make it hurt. Only make it look like our butts were properly spanked.”

Pound frowned, before brightening up. „That makes perfect sense, lets do it!”

And so the twins hurried back to their room and shut the door, leaving the broken vase and the ball that broke it as they were.

„So, how are we gonna do this?” Asked Pound.

„Well, what if we just take turns spanking each other?”

„Kay! That works, which one of us goes first?”

That made both twins pause as they were both suddenly very nervous of what was coming, even if it was from each other.

„Dad says fillies should usually be first so you gotta get spanked first!”

„B-but I don’t wanna go first!”

„Well too bad! Your a filly so you have to start!”

„No fair!”

„Your a filly so you have to start!”

Pumpkin had an idea. „Well if daddy said that fillies should always go first shouldn’t I be the one who gets to spank first?”

Pound looked away „No...”

„Please Pound. Were both gonna have to spank each other eventually”

„Grrr, fine! You can start!” Shouted Pound and turned around. „Just make it quick.”

Pumpkin raised her hoof, ready to strike her brother's bottom, but stopped when she noticed something was amiss.

„Hey Pound.”

„What?”

„I’m supposed to keep going till your bummy is pink kinda like Pinkie’s coat, right?”

„Well duh! But only in the middle of both sides.”

„Well I don’t think I can tell how pink it is if your tail is in the way.”

Pound looked behind him and saw that his tail would indeed obscure her sisters' vision.

„Oh, right.” He moved his tail to the side. „Is this good?”

„Mhm.”

Pumpkin raised her hoof once again and aimed at Pounds butt and brought it down in constant light taps, hoping to „paint” his butt pink.

This went on for a bit and Pound was quickly getting bored.

„Is it pink yet?”

„No.”

„Well hurry up! It’s already been like, an hour!” It had only been about thirty seconds.

„Pound I don’t think this is working.”

„How? your clearly spanking me, it should be at least a little bit pink by now.”

„I think I need to actually hit harder.”

„But that’l hurt!”

„It won’t get pink if I don’t!”

„Well what's the point if it hurts?!”

„It won’t hurt as much as mommy’s spankings, obviously!”

Pound thought about this for a moment before coming to the conclusion that Pumpkin was right, so with a whine, he told her to keep going.

And so she did, her slaps became harder and while she was still a very young filly, her brother was equally young as such even her weak hoofspanks caused a bit of a sting. Not so much as to deter Pound, but just enough to have the colt squirming.

„P-Pumpkin how does it look?”

„Nothing yet.”

„Aw come on! How much longer till your done?!”

„Hmm” Pumpkin frowned as she thought that question over.

„I don’t think this is gonna work.”

„What? Why?

„Well mommy’s hooves are a lot bigger and stronger than mine, so I think we need something to counter that.”

„Well, I guess that makes sense. But what?”

„I don’t know... Wait! I got it!”

„Got what?” Asked Pound as he turned to his sister.

Pumpkin went to the small nightstand next to her bed and used her magic to pick up her manebrush which she kept there instead of the bathroom for reasons that completely alluded her brother.

„Let’s use this!”

Pound looked nervous „I don’t know, Pumpkin. Wouldn’t that hurt more?”

„Yea, but it should also make this whole thing faster.” Pumpkin walked up to Pound „Now turn around and let's test it out!”

„Ok” Said Pound as he turned around, got his tail out of the way and braced himself.

Pumpkin raised the brush, took aim and swung.

With a „Yelp!” Pound leaned forward. „That hurt!”

Pumpkin ignored him and closely inspected her brother's butt. She saw a very small and light pink blob on it.

„It’s working, Just gotta do this a couple more times and itl be perfect.”

„But it huuuurts!” Whined Pound.

„Well suck it up! Remember why we're doing this.”

„F-fine, just remember those words when it’s my turn to use that thing!”

Pumpkin huffed and rolled her eyes, then spanked away, opting to alternate between her brother's butt cheeks just like her mother would. Pound whimpered and squirmed.

„Pumpkin.” he asked „How much longer?”

„Just a few more I think.”

„You think?!”

„Oh quit being such a crybaby Pound! Getting spanked from mommy would be worse!”

„I am not a crybaby!”

„Thats not what I see, or hear.”

„W-well atleast I stopped calling mom and dad „mommy” and „daddy”!”

„Hey! I’m gonna call them whatever I want!”

„Of course you will- Youch!” Pumpkin had hit him while he was talking.

„Oh be quiet and let me finish!”

Pound obeyed, but only due to the knowledge that he would be getting his payback soon enough. He still squirmed as the final spanks rained down on his bottom tho.

„There, done! Was that so bad?”

„Yes it was! And I’m gonna prove it cuz it’s your turn now!”

Pumpkin's eyes widened. Somehow she had forgotten that she was getting her turn as well and seeing how upset her brother looked she doubted he would go easy on her.

„Oh, right, um” She looked sideways, nervously „Is it too late to back out?”

Pound smirked „Not unless you want mom to spank you.”

Pumpkin winced and whined.

„Oh quit being such a crybaby Pumpkin!” Mocked Pound „Getting spanked from mom would be worse.”

Pumpkin gulped, now regretting how mean she was to her brother.

„Look Pound.” She began „I’m sorry I was mean to you, I was just a bit annoyed, can you forgive me?”

Pound put a hoof on his chin.

„Hmm... Only after I finished with you. Now give me that brush and turn around!”

„This is my brush, go get your own!”

„Its in the bathroom!”

„Well go there and get it! Don’t use mine!”

„Mom says we're supposed to share our things if we need them and it's not like I’m gonna be combing my mane with it!”

„Oh fine, be lazy!” Said Pumpkin as she handed him the brush. She then turned around and got her tail out of the way, much like her brother did beforehand.

„I bet I could take it a lot better than you did!” Despite her words she was probably more nervous than Pound was before she got to use the brush.

„We’ll see about that.” Said Pound as he raised his hoof to swing.

„Ayee!” Yelled Pumpkin as the first swing landed. She had leaned forward and raised a leg. „You don’t have to hit that hard!” Pound hit her with almost the exact same strength she had hit him with.

„Yes I do, unless you want me to spank you for forever!”

Two more hits landed, Punpkin squealed and whined at both of them. She was taking this a bit worse then Pound did.

As the brushing went on Pumpkin constantly kept squirming, her tushie almost at the right shade of pink. Pound actually started to feel bad for her.

„Pound are we done yet?” Pumpking whimpered.

„Almost, just hang on for a bit longer!”

Pumpkin nodded and three more hits landed. Pound then finally stopped.

„There, done! What was that about you taking it a lot better than I did?”

„Oh, be quiet!” Shouted pumpkin much to her brothers amusement.

„I hope this was worth it.”

„Yea, me too.”

Pumpkin then thought of something.

„Hey Pound.”

„Hm?”

„Doesn’t mommy and daddy keep telling us not to hit each other?”

Pound realized this as well and looked quite panicked now.

„You think were gonna get in trouble for this?” Asked Pumpkin.

„Maybie... B-but we still got spanked so its not like were gonna get punished for it.”

„Do you really think so?”

„I hope.”

The wait for their mother had begun.

The twins soon got bored of waiting for their mother and started playing with some of their toys. It was a bit later when Cup Cake came in and frowned at her children.

„Oh, hi, mommy!” Said Pumpkin nervously.

„How are you today?” Asked Pound who was just as nervous.

The frown didn’t leave Cup’s face „Did you two break that vase? And don’t lie! I will find out the truth eventually.”

The twins looked down.

„Yes mom.”
„Yes mommy.”

Cup sighed and gave them a firm scolding on playing safely and not playing ball indoors.

„Since you two were so careless, I’m going to have to punish you.”

The twins gulped, ready to show off their (now somewhat faded) butts and convince her that they were sufficiently punished.

„As punishment.” Cup began „I will confiscate your ball for the weak. That means no playing with it,even outside! I hope you’ll think about where you play with it in the future.”

Pound and Pumkin’s jaws dropped.

„Thats it?” Asked Pound causing Pumkin to quickly turn to him with a frown.

„Yes. Unless you think you deserve more?”

„N-no!”

„Were fine!”

„Good, please be more careful in the future.” And with that, she left.

Silence filled the room as the twins listened to their mothers hoofsteps. Once they couldn’t hear her anymore Pound spoke up.

„Well that was pointless!”

„Yea, all that for nothing!”

...

„This is your fault!”

„How is it my fault?!”

„It was your idea to do this spanking!”

„Well it was your idea to use your brush!”

They kept bickering.