Love and Discipline: Part 2

>To some avail, Twinkle manages not to get herself killed as she sprints around your quiet suburban neighborhood
>She returns to the door, tired out, panting, and hungry
>You watch from the window as she approaches
>You move to the door as your 3 other fluffies jump down from the couch and follow you as they shout "Fwend back!" "Pway time!" "Twinkle here!"
>As you open the door, Twinkle looks up at you with a tired smile "Done pwaying now, time for Skhetti?"
>You snarl at her and reach down, grabbing her by the scruff as tightly as you can
>"Ouchies! Why huwt Twinkle?" the little purple fluff asks you with a bit of fear in her eyes
>"You've been a naughty pony, and naughty ponies go in the naughty room" You explain to her sternly
>Your facial expression goes from stern to happy as you turn to the other three fluffies surrounding you
>"Who wants to play a game?" You ask the oblivious little fluffies
>"Pway?!" "Game?!" "Fun?!" They all scream at you hoping up and down in excitement
>Still holding the uncomfortable Twinkle by her scruff, you open the door labeled 'Naughty Room' and lead the other 3 in
>They walk in without a second though, not knowing where they were headed. They were too stupid to read the label anyways.
>You close the door tightly behind you and simply drop Twinkle on the cold hard concrete floor
>"Ouchies" she groans as she hits the floor, staggering back onto her fuzzy little hooves
>The room was cold in dark, concrete floors, brick walls. You had quite the set up
>On the right wall there is a tool bench with all sorts of basic construction tools, like saws, hammers, power-tools, the works.
>In the center of the room is a three and a half foot wooden workshop table with leather straps.
>Each strap was nailed to the table on one end, while the other end had a small metal hook that looked like it was clearly made to go through the metal rings sticking out from the table
>To the left of the table were three highchairs, also with leather straps, facing the worktable
>It was obvious to anyone with half a brain (That meaning: not the fluffies) would realize that all of these straps were designed for restraining and holding down fluffies
>"Woom scawwy" Winky mutters to himself, as the other three huddle up together and babble "No wike woom" "Wan' out." "Pway diffewent game." "Let out pwease."
>You reach down and snatch Twinkle by her scruff and place her on the table to which she asks "Food time pwease? Twinkle hungwy"
>"No, you have been a bad little fluffy" you explain to her.
>Twinkle pushes her lower lip up and gives you the sweetest puppy eyes she can "Twinkle sowwy, didn't mean be bad. Pwease feed!"
>You shake your head at her as you lay her belly down and strap her to the table
>She begins struggling immediately. She loves constantly moving, and the fact that she was restrained from doing so wasn't making her happy "Wet out pwease! No wike dis! Me sowwy!"
>You ignore her and turn to the other 3 who are visibly nervous. "Pway diffewent game?" Shine asks nervously as you look down at them
>"No! Today we are going to play a new game. It's called; Love and Discipline." You state as you pick up Shine and place her in the first highchair, strapping her in. She struggles a bit and whines "No wike"
>"I love all four of you. But when you are bad, like Twinkle was today, you need discipline." You explain uselessly to the pea-brained animals as you now latch Winky into one of the highchairs.
>They hardly understand what you are talking about, and they are trying their hardest to unerstand what you are talking about
>"And since I love all of you, I need to discipline you when you are bad. If I don't discipline you, I can't truly say I love you." You state as you now strap Star into her chair.
>They now have a perfect view of the restrained and whining Twinkle.
>"So, when you're bad, if I don't discipline you, it will mean I don't love you anymore, and I'll have to get rid of you." You state as you walk over to the tool bench, grabbing a ballpein hammer
>The three fluffies in the highchair, and even Twinkle start whining, and Star manages to shouts out "Nuuu! No get wid of!"
>Holding the hammer in your left hand, you walk up to Star with a kind smile and pat her on the head "Don't you worry sweetie. I won't get rid of you, so long as I discipline the bad fluffies."
>She blinks at you a few times and nods, finally understanding what he meant.
>"Today, Twinkle was the bad fluffy, and she needs her discipline, or I'll need to get rid of her." You say as you walk around the back of the table so she is facing away from you
>"Pwease wet Twinkle out, pwease. Wan' eat." Twinkle whined as she continued to struggle.
>You shake your head an look up to the three fluffies in the highchairs "Clearly, Twinkle is the only one who doesn't understand the system."
>"Now, let the discipline begin." you state as you hold the hammer above Twinkle's left back hoof. None of them expect what is about to happen.
>Bringing the hammer down on her soft little leg with enough force to do just a bit of damage to the bone, but not break it.
>Twinkle screams out in pain as her leg is hit by the hammer "NO WIKE GAME! PWEASE STOP! NO HUWT! STOP HUWT! WHY HUWT FWUFFY?!"
>"WHY HUWT? WHY NEED THIS? PWEASE STOP! NO HUWT FWEND!" The other fluffies cry out as they squirm frantically in their highchairs
>You stop your hammer in the middle of the second swing. Twinkle is bawling her eyes out. You look over to the three fluffies crying for you to stop hurting her "If you want me to stop, we can just get rid of her."
>"No get wid of! Pwease no get wid of! No huwt!" Twinkle blubbers as she struggles around as hard as she can
>The three ponies babble incoherently and sob while you still hold the hammer just three inches from her leg
>Since you can't understand them, you just shake you head and continue to wack the poor fluffy's leg with the hammer.
>Her screams get louder and louder until you finally hear the snap of her bone. The excruciating pain causes her to release her bowels onto the table
>The other three fluffies are now screaming and crying at the top of their lunges. The whole room is just filled with pained and confused screams of agony.
>You knew it was a good idea to soundproof the the 'Naughty Room'