Flutterpaddle by Anon (Anon/Fluttershy)

Flutterpaddle by Anon

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>The time has arrived.
>Fluttershy has been convicted of causing massive damage to Ponyville.
>Her trial was short.
>The fact that she first brought the parasprites to town is not at issue.
>Any naïve pony can make one mistake.
>But the fact that she kept "just one" was damning.
>By that time she knew they were dangerous.
>Furthermore she's an animal expert.
>She ought to have known better.
>Her friends were called to testify against her.
>They tried to help her...put a positive spin on things.
>Well, except for Rarity.
>Rarity is still furious.
>Her shop was trashed. It will take weeks to repair.
>She's had to move back in with her parents until the damage is fixed.
>They already converted her old bedroom into a game room.
>Rarity has to share a bedroom with Sweetie Belle.
>She's fuckin' pissed at Fluttershy.

>Ponyville has no jail.
>Fluttershy has been under arrest at the town hotel.
>Two Royal Guards make sure she doesn't leave her room.
>But today is the day of her sentence.
>She was lucky...the Judge took pity on her.
>Because of her social anxiety she is allowed to take her punishment in private.
>Some of the town ponies are pissed off about that.
>Their homes and businesses were damaged by the parasprites.
>They feel she should be paddled in the town square.

>The Mayor, Nurse Redheart & Judge Mint are already here.
>It will be done inside Town Hall.
>The doors open.
>The two Royal Guard ponies lead Fluttershy in.
>There are tears in her eyes, she's already trembling in fear.
>The doors close behind them.

>Fluttershy is trying to be brave.
>But the instant she sees the punishment frame she has a panic attack.
"No! Oh please oh please I'm sorry! I made a mistake, I'll never do it again!"
>Her knees buckle.
>Guards have to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.
>The Judge reads her sentence out loud. 50 strokes of the paddle; bare rump.
>But Fluttershy hears none of it.
>She's whimpering in fear, squeaking out feeble apologies between the sobs.
>Dour & emotionless, the Royal Guards do their duty.
>They bend her over the punishment frame.
>They strap her down so she can not move.
>They offer her a blindfold.
>Fluttershy declines.
"I'm *sob* a little afraid of the d-dark."

>Mayor Mare hands you the paddle.
>30 inches long, 6 inches wide, about 1/3 inch thick.
>Ponyville only has 5 or 6 paddlings a year on average.
>This paddle has been used for decades.
>It was carved from hard maple wood long before Fluttershy was born.

>It's time.
>Fluttershy's terrified tears are heartbreaking, but it's got to be done.
>Making her wait any longer would be cruel.
>You swing the paddle and deliver the first smack.
>Fluttershy gasps and screams.
>Poor kid...she's got 49 more to come.
>You don't linger.
>The faster you get this done the sooner Fluttershy can go home.
>But the ranking Guard motions for you to slow down.
>There's an approved legal way to do this.
>No faster than...no slower than.
>No harder than...no softer than.
>The Guard Ponies showed you how last night.
>Let you practice on a stuffed dummy.
>So you slow down to one whack every 4 seconds.

>Fluttershy is in agony.
>Her yellow rump is already bright pink.
>There's light bruises forming where the paddle edges hit.
>She is howling in pain, bawling her eyes out.
>Surely the ponies outside can hear her.
>You can see a few pegasi trying to peek in the high windows.
>Under Fluttershy's face is a growing puddle of tears.
>Then the ranking Guard speaks.
"25...halfway pause."

>Nurse Redheart gives the prisoner a quick inspection.
>There's no bleeding...no excessive bruising.
>She checks Fluttershy's pupils. She's not in shock.
>The yellow filly gasps to catch her breath.
>Nurse Redheart wipes drool & snot from her muzzle.
>Fluttershy begs for mercy.
"Please no more...please! I'm sorry, I'll do anything you say just please don't spank me anymore...I can't take it."
>Nurse Redheart sighs.
"If she can still speak she can finish. You may continue."
>Poor Fluttershy moans in despair.
>The nurse has a heartbroken look on her face; one that tells you she hates this part of her job.
>You hate this too, but it's half over.
>The Guard nods, the Judge nods, the Mayor nods.
>And you resume your duty.
*WHACK*
>Fluttershy's rear-end is shaking violently.
>Every muscle is straining against the straps, trying to escape.
>The count is over 35 now...you're not the one counting though.
>That's the job of the ranking Guard Pony.
>Fluttershy's rump is fully red now.
>If Applejack saw it she'd try to buck it out of a tree.
>You don't know how much more the poor filly can take.
>Mercifully, the Guard signals you at 40.
>He explained last night, these last 10 heave to be delivered extra hard.
>It breaks your heart but this is the job you accepted.
>You swing the paddle even harder than before.
>Fluttershy immediately knows the difference.
>Her awful shrieks get even louder.
>Tears are pouring from her eyes.
>5...4...3...
>You are actually getting short of breath.
>Just two more.
>2....last one!
>You stand there panting.
>Everyone present looks sad & guilty.
>But at least it's over.

>Fluttershy is still crying her eyes out.
>But at least she's not still screaming in pain anymore.
>The Royal Guards waste no time unbuckling her restaints.
>As stern & official as they were before, they are tender and sympathetic now.
>They prop the crying filly up until she can stand on her own.
>Nurse Redheart gives her another check-over.
>Her bottom is bruised & welted, but she's okay.
>A few nights of sleeping on her belly and she'll be as good as new.
>Mayor Mare hands you a sack of 50 bits, your payment for this.
>You feel awkward about it, but it's old Equestria law.
>Judge Mint opens the doors and admits a few nervous friends.
>They say nothing to you, looking at you scornfully.
>Even Rarity...what a hypocrite.
>This morning she commented that she'd be happy to see Fluttershy punished.
>You don't hold it against any of them.
>They hurry to comfort Fluttershy...she needs it.
>Pinkie immediately promises a party tonight.
"It'll be a 'We forgive you and never have to talk about this again' party! And I'll bring extra ice cream just so you can sit down in it!"
>That actually draws a giggle...even from Fluttershy.
>You begin to leave but the yellow filly stops you.
"Umm, Anon...you'll come to my party tonight, won't you please?"
>Well that was unexpected.
>You figured she'd never want to speak to you again.
"That is...if you don't have something more important to do."
>She's looking at you hopefully.
>Like she really wants a hug but is afraid to ask.
>Okay...you grant her wish.
>She practically melts into your arms.
>Her face is soaked in tears, her nose is still runny.
>A little clear snot gets smeared on your cheek.
>Gross, but it's okay. Feels good man.
"Thank you for the invitation; of course I'll be there."
>Her friends have forgiven you.

>Fluttershy is not fully forgiven.
>A lot of ponies will be angry at her for a long time.
>But the worst is over.
>And every single pony has fun at Fluttershy's post-paddling-party.