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- Making a Scene by Anon
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- >Equestrian law is weird.
- >Turns out that causing a scene is punishable by law.
- >And Rarity made a SCENE.
- >That waitress will need a psychiatrist to handle that PTSD.
- >After a showing like that, you feel like fifty smacks isn’t enough.
- >You knew she’d want to do it privately, being spanked publicly would have been THE worst thing
- Anon, be a dear and, ah, handle this for me, will you?
- >You nearly choked on your tongue when she asked you to handle the spanking yourself
- >You love her to death, but she can be a super bitch.
- >You had been suppressing your anger at her for along.
- >And now was your chance to vent it.
- >You arrive late on punishment day.
- >This spanking needs to be done right and that takes time.
- >”It’s about time you got here, Anon,” the mayor huffs as she thrusts the paddle into your hands
- >”Do you have anything you want to say to the condemned,” she says.
- >You shake your head.
- >It’ll be best if you remain silent.
- >”Alright. You can begin when you’re ready.”
- >You put your earbuds in and adjust your tie.
- >The tacky polyester one from your programing job that Rarity hates so much.
- >Then you hit play on your iPod and wait.
- >Rarity begins to get fidgety and turns as much as the stockade allows her to.
- >Anon, dear, what…
- Back up in your ass with the resurrection.
- >You strike as the line begins.
- >And go at a solid pace of a hit every three seconds.
- >Your focused on the music and task, but you notice when Rarity gives up on appearances and starts crying
- >You continue methodically until the 25th stroke, when you take a breather.
- >Rarity, always so poised, is a complete mess.
- >Her make-up, why in the name of Celestia would you where make-up to a spanking, is running down her face, along with tears and snot.
- >She almost looks like she’ll pull herself together during the brief respite, but it isn’t enough.
- Step to face, I’ll break your ass in two.
- >You say the line out loud as you hit her, your hardest strike yet.
- >You slow down for the last 24 strokes, 6 a second.
- >Just long enough to finish the song.
- >You stand and contemplate your handy work.
- >Rarity’s ass, usually marshmellowy white, is bright red with black around the edges.
- >Not a bad look, you think.
- This is ghetto boys for life.
- >Your reverie is disturbed by the Mayor saying something.
- Huh?
- >”I said, ‘What was that, Anon?’”
- Could you get the guards to disperse the gawkers, Mayor.
- >You release a dazed Rarity from the stockade and help her stand.
- >I believe that may have been THE worst thing, Anon. Rarity sniffles.
- >You give her a comforting smile as you pick her up and begin to walk out he door.
- I’m just relieved that it’s over
- >Rarity gives a tired nod, rubbing her head along your chest.
- >Oh, Anon, you know I hate this tie.
- >Your jaw pops and you give a wistful look toward the paddle as you walk out the door.
- End.
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