Love and Discipline: Part 5

>You wake up in the morning and check in on your fluffies before heading to work
>Winky looks irritated, Star looks like she's been roughed up a little, Pinky is sleeping soundly, and Twinkle is whimpering in pain, probably didn't get any sleep.
>You head out to work, knowing what you'll have to do when you return home
>After returning from your shitty office job you open the door to the safety room
>Pinky is the first one to spring out babbling "Pway time!"
>Winky groans and pathetically waddles out "So... Hungwy..."
>Twinkle is right behind him, dragging her broken legs whining "Weggies huwt... Stop huwting weggies." she begs to nobody in particular
>Star is sitting still in the safety room. She looks somebody bopped her in the face or something
>"Come out Star" You beckon her with your hand
>"No! Staw no pway wif bad fwuffies" she retorts, pouting
>You roll your eyes and grab her by the fluff, tossing her out into the living room
>Twinkle is dragging herself all around the house crying "Wanna wun! Why weggies not wowk? Twinkwe no weggies wowk! Hewp weggies, why no wun?"
>Walking up to Twinkle, you grab her by the scruff and pick her up. She squeaks in fright and begs "Twinkwe no bad fwuffy! No huwt!"
>"You're fine, Twinkle. You aren't in trouble" You assure her, calming her down
>"Weggies huwt bad." She informs you
"I know. Do you know why they hurt?"
>"Twinkwe was bad fwuffie... Twinkwe no be bad fwuffy no mo'... Pwease make huwt go 'way" She answers with a trembling lower lip
>"Good girl" You pat her head and begin walking her to the garage "I'll make the hurt go away now."
>Taking her into the garage you gently place her onto your normal tool bench
>She seems nervous, but not suspicious as you grab your hedge trimmers
>"Wha' 'ou gon' do wif fwuffy?" She asks as you open your furnace and stick a small metal spoon inside it
>"I'm going to make this-" You poke one of her broken legs rather roughly "Stop hurting."
>Twinkle cries out loud in pain as you press her leg in, she begins to squirm, wanting to escape but you immediately hold her down
>You have no straps on this table so you grab the next best thing; Duct tape
>Holding her down you put straps of tape over her two front hooves, across her back, and over her butt and vagina
>Her butt is going to be facing you, and you don't want her emptying the contents of her bowels in your direction
>"Wet out! No wike! No discipwine! Twinkwe good fwuffy!" She screeches in fear
>You ignore this as you put on a thick working glove on, and grab the hedge trimmers
>You roughly grab one of her broken legs and pull it outward, this causes her to shriek in terrible pain "EEEE! STOP HUWT FWUFFY! WHY WEGGIE HUWT?!"
>Holding her broken leg between the sheers, you slice through it with ease, this of course, causes her to scream in pain "OWIES! WHEWE WEGGIE GO?! NO CAN FEEW WEGGIE!" she sobs as her blood spills out on to the bench.
>You quickly reach over to the red hot spoon and press it to the wound, which of course; only causes Twinkle even more immense pain "WHY BUWN FWUFFY?! NO BUWN WEGGIE FWUFFY!" It sobs openly at this point
>Preparing to chop of it's other leg, you are interrupted by a painful scream from inside the home.
>You cock a brow and look to the door, as if waiting for something
>"Poopie huwt!" is heard from Winky inside
>You smirk to yourself and go back to what you were doing
>You make quick work of the other leg, chopping it off and cauterizing the wound
>Twinkle is a sobbing bloody mess at this point, and telling by the slight bulge in the duct tape on her butt, she definitely tried to poop
>"All done!" You cheerily inform the sobbing Twinkle who is too traumatized to listen
>Grabbing the duct tape you rip it off quickly, pulling out tufts of her fur
>She would scream louder, but it would seem she is already screaming as loud as she can
>She's a ragged mess. Bits of fur missing from her body, burnt stumps in the back, bloodshot eyes, blood in her fur, her face dirtied with tears
>Something tells you that she won't ever be running out the front door ever again
>You carry the sobbing mess into the living room where the other three fluffies seem to be playing with out a care
>Looks like they all had forgotten about whatever little scuffle they had last night
>You place Twinkle in the litterbox next to what looks like a bloody turd
>Twinkle slowly begins to calm down now that she has been put on the floor, but this is ruined when you rip the last piece of duct tape, causing her to violently release her bowels into the box
>You head to the kitchen, time for your lunch