The Servant

>Knock knock knock.
>No answer.
>Knock knock -
"Go away."
"I'm sorry to bother you Ms. Tiara, but dinner is almost ready."
"I don't care, go away!"
>The corner of your mouth curls back as you carefully rap on the door again, announcing that you will not, in fact, be going away.
"I'm sorry Ms. Tiara, but I really must insist. Your father would not be happy if you miss dinner."
>You hear an exasperated sigh and the tiny pitter patter of hooves as somepone makes their across the room.
>It stops just short of the door and all is silent for a few seconds.
>Before it suddenly slings open revealing one angry little filly.
"You blockhead! I told you go away!"
>Her tiara is crooked and her hair is messy.
>And her tail is matted together with some type of vicarious fluid.
>All in all, she looks a right mess.
>Not suitable for dinner with her father at all.
>Letting out an exasperated sigh of your own, you scoop the little filly up under your arm and make way towards her built in bathroom.
"Wh-What are you doing!? Unhand me this instance!"
>You give her a slight pat on her rump.
"I will not. This is no way for a lady to look."
>She squeaks at the slight sting but doesn't settle down.
"I was in the middle of something very important! Put me down so I can finish!"
>Her body is small and her frame is weak so the struggling isn't all that effective.
>Still, it is rather annoying.
>Adjusting her tiny body, you move her from just one arm into both, allowing a much better hold.
>Bridle style instead of like luggage.
"Little miss, do settle down. This will go much faster if you just cooperate."
>Her entire body goes rigid for a moment as she thinks over your words.
>Unfortunately, she decides they just aren't for her.
>With a small 'hmph,' she doubles down on her efforts to break free.
>If that's the way things must be...
>With one hand keeping her firmly in place, you use the other to start her bath water.
>Taking care all the while to hold the squirming filly firmly and gently.
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>As the tub fills, you place the filly across your knee and speak one last time.
"Ms. Tiara, if you insist on behaving like a child then I will treat you like one. Is that what you want?"
>All at once, her movements cease.
>And she looks at you incredulously.
"Y-You wouldn't dare!"
>Calling your bluff, she struggles one last time.
>Right before the palm of your hand comes down harshly on her tiny little ass.
>It's nothing like the warning pat of earlier.
>This time, you put force behind it.
"Aaaaah! You... You... You... YOU HIT ME!"
>Disbelief echoes in every fabric of her words.
"Yes, I did Miss.Would you like me to do it again? Or will we cooperating now?"
>She sniffs and looks at you with all the hatred a little filly can muster.
"Just you wait! I'll tell my daddy on you and you'll be in big big trouble!"
>You bring your hand down onto her little flank again.
"Be my guess Ms Tiara. Will that be before or after you tell him you were late to dinner because you were masturbating?"
>It was obvious she was about to say something before, but it's all echoes in the back of her mind as she processes what you said.
>And it takes several several seconds for her to stutter out:
"I - I - I don't kn-know what you're talking a-about!"
>You sigh and bring your hand down once more, lighter this time.
>It isn't a punishment slap.
>But more of an 'don't lie to me,' type of reinforcement.
"Ms Tiara, I realize I am new so you don't know me that well. But please do not assume that I am an idiot."
>You rub her flanks, trying to cool the heat that is now resonating from her backside.
"I, unlike the rest of the faculty, will not look away from your indiscretions. Especially not when they directly affect my work. Is that clear?"
>Her eyes are round as saucers and her normally light pink face has gone 10 shades darker into some type of hot pink mess.
"There's been a mistake. I would - would never..."
>You slap her rump again, with meaning this time.
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"Ms Tiara, I warned you about lying to me. I will not have it."
>She wails at heavy sting and tears begin to form in her eyes.
>You silently wonder if this is the first time she's ever been disciplined in her life.
>Her father, great man that he is, is still a father.
>And like all father's, he has but one wish for his little girl.
>To see her happy.
>And unfortunately when one has his wealth, they can make that happen.
>Easily.
>And to the point of spoiling her rotten.
>Giving her tears a few minutes to dry up, you gently pick her up and turn her to face you.
"Alright Ms Tiara. I am going to ask you question. And I want a truthful answer. Were you masturbating?"
>Her face scrunches up and for a moment a it looks like she's about to unleash a flood from her eyes.
>But right when you think the torrent is about to come, she clamps her eyelids down real tight and gives the tiniest nod you've ever seen.
>You smile and pat her mane.
"Good girl."
>Reaching down and shutting off the water, you use your index finger to judge the temperature.
>Luke warm and perfect for a bath.
>You grab the filly with both hands and set her inside the tub.
>Noting that she's being a lot more compliant now.
>Grabbing the shampoo bottle, you poor a sizable drop in your hand and begin lathering her mane and tale.
>Working in silence as your digits claw their way into the recesses of her scalp and backside.
"Will you tell daddy..."
>Well, silence is a bit overrated, you suppose.
>She sounds so scared as she asks.
>Like her world just might topple over depending on the answer you give.
"No little miss. I see no reason why your father should have to know..."
>You pause.
"So long as you behave yourself that is."
>Might as well safeguard against future tantrums.
>She sniffs and nods, a look of relief being noticeably absent from the features of her face though.
 >Cupping your hands, you begin the arduous task of scooping water and dumping it on the filly.
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>After her bath, you scoop the small pink blob out of the tub, start the drain, and grab a tower from the rack.
>True to her word, she doesn't struggle.
>But unfortunately, she is still a filly.
>And like every other filly, staying still just isn't in their nature.
>So while it is true she doesn't struggle, she does in fact fidget.
>A lot.
>But it isn't really that big of a  hinderence, so you can forgive her for this.
>Her hair though? That's a different story.
>Letting out an annoyed sigh, you prod the poofy mess and tsk as it refuses to stay in place.
>Grabbing a brush in one hand, the filly in the other, you make your way to her bed.
>You sit her down on your knee and for the briefest moment, Diamond Tiara lets out an undignified squeak of terror.
>And it's then that you realize what it is she thinks you're going to do.
>You glance at the brush and then down at Tiara, smiling as you shake your head.
>But that's all the reassurance she'll get as set to work styling her hair.
>It's probably best to keep her scared.
>With steady hands and careful skill, you turn the frizzy mess into something that'll make her her father proud.
>All the while Tiara cowers in your lap, fearful of a paddle she isn't quite sure will come or not.
>When you're done, you set the filly on the ground and complete the ensemble with her trademark tiara.
>Admiring your work.
>You twirl your finger, indicating that you want her to spin so that you can check everything one final time before sending her downstairs.
>She does.
>And it's then that you notice that the super absorbent towels don't quite live up to their name.
>Her thighs are soaking wet.
>You look down.
>And your lap where she was sitting is too.
>Huh, that's odd.
>You're usually very thorough.
>But, grabbing the towel again, it's best just to rectify these things than dwell on why they happened.
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>Lifting her up and placing her belly first on your lap, you begin to clean her again.
>Taking careful consideration to get her hind legs and rear area as that's where most of the -
>Oh.
>A small blush appears on your cheek as you realize that the small filly is panting slightly.
>Her eyes closed.
>And a flush upon her cheek.
"Miss Tiara... could you really not hold it until after dinner?"
>Her eyes jerk open and she begins to fidget and struggle in your grasp.
"I - I - I don't..."
>She pauses when she sees your stern face daring her to finish that sentence.
"No sir..."
>She finishes dejectedly.
>With a sigh, you resituate the small mare into the belly up position you had in her in before.
>Though this time, you spread her legs, exposing her small, pink, and very very wet slit.
"Eep!"
>She squeaks as she's forced into the exposed position.
>You ignore the cries and questions of what you're doing and place a finger right at the base of her opening.
>Trailing upward and coating your finger in her juices.
>And then you set to work.
>Using one hand to hold the now struggling Tiara, you use the other to prod and play with her small hole.
"No! What - What are you doing? Unhand me. Daddy! DADDY!"
>With an annoyed sideglance, you quickly flip the filly over and give her three quick raps to her backside.
>The pain of which settles her down almost instantly.
>Then you flip her back over, spread her legs, and set to work once more.
>You merely tease at first, give her a taste of what's to come.
>Sliding your finger alongside the outer layer of her wetness.
>But never crossing the line.
>Never letting her taste -
>Her entire body shudders and a small stream squirts out of her now fiercely winking nethers.
>Oh. Alright then...
>Taking the towel you were using earlier, you wipe around her area to get it back cleanliness and clean the small puddle she's created.
>And when you're done, you turn to face the now panting filly.
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>Who's currently laying on her bed, eyes half lidded and tongue lulled out ever so slightly.
>Taking a seat by her side, you scoop her up and place her into your lap.
>Letting her enjoy the moment.
>Before you give her behind a slight pat.
>Nothing excessive, just a shock to bring her back to the world of the living.
>And when she does, remembering what transpired, she tries to hide under her hooves.
>You don't let her.
>Sliding them apart, you lift her and force her to face you.
"Alright Ms Tiara, you've had your fun. It's time for you to go."
>Her eyes scrunch up and she looks like she's about to scream something before the words catch in her throat and she thinks twice on what she wants to say.
>Choosing instead to mumble:
"Th-Thank you."
>You smile
"Not a problem miss. Now -"
>You straighten her hair back into something worth admiring, and spin her once more, checking to make sure she's presentable.
>Setting her down, you give an approving nod and point to the door.
>She looks at it, then back at you, then back at the door.
>And with a defeated not, begins to walk.
>As you follow close behind to make sure she reaches her destination in due time.
>After transversing the giant labyrinth of a mansion in which she lives, you both arrive at the dining room.
>Diamond Tiara looks up at you questioningly as you hold her back from entering the doors.
>Taking the lead, you step through and speak.
"Presenting Ms. Diamond Tiara sir."
>After all, it's only proper etiquette.
>Filthy Rich looks up from his paper to see his daughter shyly slink in and take her seat across from him.
>A look of shock on his worn features.
>He turns to you.
"How... How? Nopone's ever been able to get her here on time."
>You smile humbly and bow.
>Keeping a stoic silence as you do.
>Filthy clears his throat.
"Right then. Tiara. This was supposed to be just a trial run, but I think it's safe to say we found your new steward."
>He says, missing the obvious horror on his daughter's face.