Dressing Down

>you are a mare
>you take your filly to the mall
>she complains about having to try on clothes
>that doesn't deter you
>ponies need formalwear
>can't be a nudist at a funeral
>not that anyone you know is planning on dying soon
>you take a break a little later and head to the food court
>but again don't win any points with your daughter
>you make her eat cheaper and healthier than her preferences
>scrunchies, grumblings and mumblings
>but she gets through her hay, to her credit
>you get her to sit in a dressing room and try articles on while you hunt around for more
>she's old enough to be alone there

>dressing rooms are a weird concept
>public nudity is okay in this suburb of Las Pegasus
>but you're not supposed to slip in and out of clothes in the middle of the store
>you suspect it's a carry-over from the high fashion boutiques of snooty Canterlot
>there, nakedness is on the books as indecency
>it's basically unenforced
>just another thing the lawcolts throw at you if you're caught desecrating a historic fountain or plotting a rebellion
>the common-law history of corporal punishment is linked to nudity as well
>it was thought lewd (naked) ponies would be encouraged to hide their indecency with clothes if they had cane stripes on their rears to motivate them further
>nopony wants to show those off

>lost in thought, you haven't been in "efficient mommy" mode
>back at it, you gather up some seriously cute dresses
>horseshoes worth tap-tapping together in delight
>modest panties, you became what you hate
>your mom opposed "whorses" and didn't encourage you dressing like one either
>you swore you'd be different, but here you are walking away from the lacy stuff
>like there's a force-field around it
>you have enough to keep your daughter busy now
>she should be done trying on what she has
>you go back to her stall
>pick up your hoof and knock on the door
>no response
>"Tornado Bolt"~
(knock knock)
>"You there?"

>hearing no response and seeing no little hooves under the door
>you wait a little more and lower your body under the crack to verify nopony's there
>"Tornado?"
>nothing
>shit, what are you gonna do with all these clothes?
>you set them on the bench outside the stalls
>the clothes you asked her to try on are scattered around the empty stall
>she bolted!
>upset and a little worried, you do too
>where'd she go?
>you facehoof
>the place she's been asking to go all day
>The Enchantment Encampment

>you have to consult the map closest to J.C. Bits
>you're sure your daughter knew exactly where it was
>not close to where you are
>nothing is compact in this mall
>no reason to be, plenty of land in the surrounding area
>you're at the cacophonous entrance
>after a brisk trot and a watering-hole break
>where could she--
>oh there she is
>at least she made it easy
https://derpibooru.org/1123093
>it doesn't count as hiding when she's prancing around on the giant piano meant to entice ponies walking around the entrance
>a small crowd is watching her
>3 adults and 5 foals
>Tornado is making a pleasant melody
>if this world had a theme song it would sound like that
>okay, problem sorta solved
>filly hasn't even seen you yet
>you don't want to break up a happy couple
>but she could've gotten lost or hurt
>even if not, she skipped out on an arduous chore
>you huff a bit as you settle your resolve
>her actions warrant a spanking

>"Tornado!"
>(gulp) "H-hi mom!"
>"Why did you leave the dressing room?"
>would you like your rump roast rare, medium, or well-done, young filly?
>"It was so boring mommy, I waited forever and finished trying on all the stuff you gave me."
>"You did?"
>"Uh-huh."
>"Which ones fit?"
>"There's two piles in the dressing room, I'll show you which pile fits when we get back."
>would take a lot to lie about that
>at least she's honest then
>"You know you're not supposed to run off like that, young filly."
>"I know..."
>she shuffles her hoof on the piano and it makes a sound
>"Come here"
>you plop your bottom on one of the keys
>you aren't used to butt sound effects, but your filly sure is

>she's within hoof's reach of you now
>she approached when you asked and is compliant in scooching across your lap
>her backside is up in the air and exposed now
>thanks to your clever back-leg placement
>shame she didn't walk out wearing one of the dresses she tried on
>then she'd be in trouble for stealing too, you suppose
(SWAT)
>"Dearie, you shouldn't run away."
(SWAT SWAT)
>"I know mom..."
>you're repeating yourself
>foals barely listen at all when you talk to them
>it's only by slapping their hindquarters that you can briefly activate the nerves in the inner ear
>it's all very scientific
>having been observed and tested with impromptu experiments over many generations
>"I'm glad you know. This spanking should just be a study guide to remind you of the main points."
(SPANK) (THWACK)
>"Aah! Ow!"
>you're warming up
>as her rear-end does too
>you spank once every few seconds
>you're not aiming for a high score
>or a once-in-a-lifetime thrashing
(SPANK)
>"I'm not too upset, honey."
>"You're n--!"
(PSSH)
>"(ow) -not?"
>"I should've been-"
(SMACK) (SMACK)
>"More understanding and picked up the pace."
>you're not even whacking at full force
>but you're getting through
(SPANK)
>Tornado Bolt is starting to kick
>"Just try to communicate more,"
(SPANK) (ping~)
>Tornado Bolt is still making music
>she's kicking out her front hooves and hitting the piano key in front of her
(SMACK) (bong_)
>and her back legs hit the key behind her for a lower sound
>back legs mix with backside percussion for a lovely duet
>"and I'll try and be more fair to you. Okay?"
>she's starting to sniffle
(spank)
>your spanks are dying down
>you didn't realize at the start
>but you don't want to go passed this point
>nopony was hurt
>"No more sneaking out, got it-"
(swat)
>"-my little Windy?"
>(giggle) "Moooom~!"
>she blushes
>You scoop her up

>There was still a small crowd
>The parents were satisfied, maybe a little disappointed you didn't do more
>you thought the splotch of pink on Tornado Bolt's bottom went well with her coat for today
>the foals, on the other hoof, were all cowering in terror
>two were sitting, three were reaching back with their hooves to cover their rumps
>all of them wrapped their tails tightly around their keisters, protecting their valuable assets to the best of their abilities
>"Hey Bolt, you want to play around on the piano some more?"
>(snif) "Really mom?"
>"Yeah, sure. I've been cooped up in clothing stores all day."
>Tornado Bolt was beaming
>"Just don't sneak off again."
...
>"Or you'll have to change your name to Tomato Butt."
>"Aw, Mom..."
>she looked back at her tush, wondering how tomato-like it got
>you played around with your filly for a few minutes
>both of you having a blast
>then got off the piano and let her do more solo music
>you saw her hopping around
>pushing four keys, one per hoof
>even doing spin moves, pink backside or no
>not a care in Equestria for who sees it

>rules are rules
>but even you see
>sometimes breaking them is worth heat on your seat