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title = "Country Punishment"
names = ["Anon"]
date = "2016-02-17 12:07:11"
tags = ["M/F", "riding crop", "stocks", "bruises", "juridical", "non-consensual"]
spankers = ["Guard"]
spankees = ["Rainbow"]
posts = [""]
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>be anon
>walking through the streets of Ponyville
>You're not from around here
>You're a Manehattan stallion 
>Visiting some family in town 

>You turn around a corner, and you encounter a crowd of ponies
>They are all grouping up around something in the middle of Ponyville main square
>There's some commotion going on 
>You decide to see what it is

>You bump your way through the crowd 
>Trying to see what's going on
>Then you see what everypony is gathering around
>Oh, now you get it

>In Manehattan, things like this haven't been around for a long time
>They aren't illegal in Equestria, they just don't really exist in big cities 
>but Ponyville is in the country 
>In the country, police are fewer and jails are small
>Because of this, you still find public spanking racks getting used

>Today, the pony that has to face the rack is standing between a pair of guard ponies 
>She's a pegasus with a cyan blue coat and a very unusual rainbow colored mane and tail
>You know she is the one who is meant for the rack
>A thick rope is tied around her wings 
>Everypony around you goes quiet when a mare at the podium, a mare with a grayish white haired mane and a scroll for a cutie mark, speaks out to the crowd

"Rainbow Dash, for the repeated crimes of property destruction, reckless endangerment and evading arrest, has been sentenced to receive the standard 2 strokes, 1 per side, of the riding crop on the unprotected rump for every 20 bits of damage caused, plus an additional 50 strokes for attempting to evade arrest. This will total 161 strokes."

>The whole crowd of ponies gasps and mutters amongst themselves 
>Your jaw drops when the number is read out
>You've heard stories about how seriously ponies in Ponyville take corporal punishment
>They also have one of the the lowest crime rates in Equestria
>You get why, now

>The blue pegasus pony has her head held high 
>but you can plainly see that she is scared
>anypony would be

>the pony, who looks like she is the mayor, is not done 

"This penalty will be given with the guilty party being restrained in the stocks. A guardspony will administer the punishment."

>As she is saying this the two guards brings Rainbow Dash to the rack
>or the stocks, whatever the mayor called them
>You see how they are used before she is even put in them

>One stock has only one, big hole in it when it is closed
>the hole has padding in it
>There is also a little block under the hold where the pony's hooves stand
>There are three metal cuffs on the stock, two close together below for the legs, and one above the hole for the tail
>On the other side of the stock is another big block of wood with padding on the top 
>It's where the victim's body lies over it in support 
>There is a strap that wraps around the body meant to keep the pony still
>And on the bottom of the block on the other side, two more metal cuffs are placed for the pony's front legs 

>Rainbow Dash is put into the scary looking device and fastened down 
>She doesn't struggle for somepony convicted of trying to get away from the police 
>The guards close the stock, leaving only her butt hanging out the other end 
>One of them snaps the metal cuffs around her back hooves and the same for her tail
>The other one ties Rainbow Dash's body down and restrains her front hooves

>Now they have her ready
>The guard walks to a bench in front of Rainbow Dash and picks up a big, brown leather riding crop 
>The cyan pegasus's tail flicks in the metal cuff on the back of the spanking rack
>The guard walks behind her, and the other one goes to watch the proceedings from the side

>You are looking at the whole thing diagonally
>You can see everything
>You pushed your way to a good spot to see this

>The guard delivers the first stroke of the riding crop, one per each side
>no stop between the strokes
>Fwap, fwap!
"One!"
>The blue pegasus in the stocks squeals 
>Not like a scream or a cry, a yip of pain
>Like a puppy 

>Fwap, fwap!
"Two!"
>Fwap, fwap! 
"Three!"

>You think about the number of these whips the mayor said
>161 strokes
>Each stroke was really 2 strokes, 1 per side
>Rainbow Dash was on 3

>four, five, six, seven, eight went by
>There was already redness, lots of it
>Rainbow Dash was already beginning to crack apart
>She was crying
>whines of pain coming out of her mouth

>Fwap, fwap!
"15!"

>You watched the event unfolding quietly but fascinated 
>You've heard stories, but you've never witnessed it up close
>Everypony talked in lowered tones around you 
>talking about the number of strokes the mayor had said at the beginning
>so many 
>How would she get through it, they wondered? 

>Fwap, Fwap!
"47!"
>Fwap, Fwap!
"48!"

>Rainbow Dash was crying truly, now.
>Forced to remain motionless while the crop bit into her smooth, athletic ass
>Vibrating the toned cheeks every time it struck 
>Rainbow Dash sobbed 

>Fwap, fwap!
"50!"

>OK, now she paid for resisting arrest 
>But she was still not even a third of the way done 
>And she was already crying loudly, raspily
>The guards did not care about her suffering, though
>They were doing their job, no more

>Fwap, fwap!
"92!"

>OK, now your fascination with witnessing country justice was fading 
>You had seen plenty now
>Rainbow Dash was crying and struggling to breathe
>Her light blue butt showed the marks of the riding crop easily
>Stinging red welts all over her rump
>It looked like it hurt beyond imagining 
>Rainbow Dash was shaking her head like a madmare
>Pulling at her cuffs on all four sides
>She wasn't weak, but this device was designed to hold anypony down 

>Fwap, fwap!
"113!"

>Rainbow Dash was getting more frenzied, now
>The stock framing and holding her butt rattled violently

"Nooo! Please, no more! No moreee!"
>Fwap, fwap!
"114!"

>Some ponies were starting to walk away
>They had seen enough 
>Before you came to Ponyville, when you heard about how they used corporal punishment to deal with crimes, you almost thought it was silly
>foalish
>Watching this has changed your mind
>This is a very serious penalty 
>Nothing silly about it
>But it's like watching a burning building or a carriage accident
>It's horrible, but you can't look away

>Fwap, fwap!
"129!"

>Rainbow Dash's cries are heartbreaking
>the stock is still rattling like crazy
>The mare's butt is looking like a spotted, welted up mess 
>Her back hooves are curling and pulling against the fastening cuffs 
>She's helpless
>The guards are stoic and unsympathetic
>they must be used to doing this, you judge

>Fwap, fwap!
>"144!"

>Before, the stocks were rattling
>Now, they aren't 
>Rainbow Dash is losing energy
>She is cold sweating everywhere
>The drops of sweat are dripping down her flanks
>and cruelly, over the lashed skin of her rump
>It must sting her like no tomorrow

>More ponies have left the crowd since last you looked
>You think about leaving, too
>But the sentence is almost done 

>Fwap, fwap!
"156!"

>Rainbow Dash is huffing and puffing like she's flown around the world
>Judging how athletic and toned her flank is, probably even harder than that
>She senses the end is near 
>She's been begging them to stop, even for just a second to give her a break, since around stroke 100
>But now she's just screaming

>Fwap, fwap!
"157!"
>Fwap, fwap!
"158!"
>Fwap, fwap!
"159!"
>Fwap, fwap!
"160!"
>Fwap, fwap!
"And that's 161!"

>The broken cries of a punished pony echo around Ponyville Square
>The ground in front of Rainbow Dash is a puddle of teardrops
>The guard takes away the riding crop and walks up to the front where it was resting before
>Cruelly right in front of the victim pony's face

>You and everypony else take a good long look at her thrashed rear

>It is terrible
>not just marked, but there is visible damage
>Spots of light and dark red and purple make the whole thing swell up
>Glistening red spots where the top of the skin is whipped off 
>If you had to choose between jail and this, you'd choose jail

>The mayor, who has been silently watching this whole time, walks back to the podium and addresses the much smaller crowd
"That concludes the sentence. Ponyville considers your debt paid, Rainbow Dash. Free her from the stocks."

>The guards do what she says and start to take off the mare's restraints
>When they uncuff her tail, Rainbow Dash brings it down over her backside
>She is shaking and crying like a little filly
>They do her front hooves next, and then finally her body
>The guards have to help her walk when they leave
>Rainbow Dash is crying just from the effort it takes to move her back thighs 
>The guards assist her away

>You stand there in the square
>Everything is still processing
>Eventually though, you walk away some time later

>You learned something, today
>Today, a Manehattan city pony has gotten some new respect for old-fashioned country punishment
>Today is a day you will never forget 
>And you know Rainbow Dash won't forget it, either. 

>The End