Naughty Pie 2 by Anon (Anon/Pinkie)

Naughty Pie 2 by Anon

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>You come home from work after a long day
>Thank Celestia it’s Friday
>After a day like today, you would normally do nothing for the rest of the night
>go home
>sit back
>drink a cider with your roommate
>go to bed early and wait for the next day

>But tonight there are other plans
>plans that you have been waiting for for a long time
>and you aren’t going home for them.

>Pinkie Pie has been your lover for two years, now
>Not just your marefriend anymore, oh no
>You are engaged
>Wedding is in 8 months
>You both couldn’t be happier

>it’s been a year since the first time Pinkie told you about her secret
>you’ve spent plenty of time with her since
>The two of you like to save plans like these for very special occasions
>like the Cakes being gone and Sugarcube Corner being closed for business

>being together a long time means that you and Pinkie are much better at having quiet sex than you used to be
>mainly Pinkie
>But in these meetings, quiet is impossible

>You’ve spent the night here many times
>but you still knock on the door.
>It’s part of the game.

>You wait for her to answer it
>You hear her hoofsteps approaching
>Pinkie is hopping with happiness
>You can tell by the sounds of her walk

>It opens
>Pinkie Pie, your lovely wife-to-be, stands in the doorway
>She is wearing a dress that is all too familiar
>It’s the same lacy dress and pink little bow in her hair that she’s worn for you before
>As always, it’s a little too small for her
>Leaves her legs and flank partly exposed
>just how you like it.

>You smile at her
>She smiles back
>but only for a second

>suddenly, she droops her ears and puts on a frowny face
>she steps aside and lets you in
>Her voice is subdued and sad

“Hi, Anon… how was your day?”

>By now, you’ve had plenty of practice with her
>Other ponies would be worried, but you aren’t
>Her sad act is just that
>an act
>You gaze down at her imperiously
>She lowers her head to the floor

“Young filly, I don’t think I like the way you’re acting.”

>You walk over to one of the eating tables as you talk
>you see a piece of white paper folded twice into a square on the table top
>It’s a sore thumb in the room
>So, you walk right toward it

>Pinkie Pie says nothing, but she looks scared
>She sits down and clutches her cotton candy tail to her chest
>You stop when you are standing right next to the paper.

“Is there something you need to tell me right now, young lady?”

>Pinkie Pie whimpers
>She looks at the paper on the desk
>Almost like she’s pointing at it with her eyes
>She murmurs her answer

“I… got my report card back from the teacher today.”

>You stare at the paper on the desk like a stern father
>Then, you pick the paper up and unfold it

>The whole thing is written in crayon
>Her typical messy writing
>The boxes are crooked and the title just says “Report Card”
>You have to try hard not to laugh out loud
>Instead, you take a look at the letter grades

>Straight F’s.
>Every class, from “math” to “baking” is just one big F.
>You know enough about her subtle hints to know what she’s getting at

>Pinkie Pie must want it REALLY hard, tonight.

>You cover your mouth with your hoof like a shocked father
>At least, that’s how you play it off
>You’re just trying to stop yourself from cracking up and ruining the mood
>Eventually, you get a hold of yourself and speak with a gruff, angry voice

“Pinkie Pie, these grades are totally unacceptable! What do you have to say for yourself, missy?”

>Pinkie Pie yelps
>Her hooves reach back
>She cover her bottom
>This motion alone is enough to make your dick stand stiff
>She shakes her head rapidly

“I’m sorry, Anon! I promise they’ll go up next quarter!”

>Empty promises, surely
>You shake your head gravely

“Pinkie, the only thing going ‘up’ right now is going to be you, UP the stairs!”

>and your dick

“Now, do I have to drag you upstairs by your ear, or are you going to cooperate, young filly?”

>You wait expectantly for her answer
>Pinkie Pie shakes her head, and holds her tail even closer to her like a teddy bear
>That’s a no, then

>You drop the “report card” and dart over to her
>She yelps with an “owie!” when you bite her ear
>you give it a tug, not too hard, and drag her toward the stairs
>Pinkie makes all manner of cute noises all the way up

“Ow, owie, Anon! Pleeaase, please don’t spank me! I’m sorry!”

>Eventually, you get to the top
>You let go of her ear
>She nurses it in her hoof with a pout on her face
>You see her fat bottom lip and give her a stern glare

“Don’t you dare pout at me, missy!”

>You raise your voice at her, but you exaggerate your tone
>Pinkie Pie shrinks back with a whimper
>but you see a tiny little smile on her lips before it disappears
>She bats her eyelashes at you and puts on the cutest, biggest eyes she can muster.

“Yes, Anon… I’m sorry, please don’t spank me! I’ll study extra hard next time and get better grades, I promise!”

>She inflects dramatically, like a stage performer
>bad acting that still somehow makes your dick hard as diamonds
>she’s breathing hard, like she’s just been running
>panting already

>Pinkie is looking over your shoulder as she speaks
>pointing with a movement of her eyes at something
>You turn your head to look
>what you see at first confuses you, but then, surprises you

>A long, wooden bath brush lays on the arm of her big cushioned chair
>You freeze while looking at it

>You’ve used only two things on Pinkie Pie’s derriere before
>Her heavy plastic hairbrush is your go-to, a classic
>and a wooden spoon from the kitchen on that night where she left a mess of icing on the counter

>But this was different
>This brush was much bigger, even a little scary looking
>It put her other hairbrush to shame
>It looks like it will hurt, very badly
>but this is what she obviously wants
>so, you’re just going to roll with it

>Pinkie Pie is waiting for you, looking at you with eyes wide
>her eyes look hopeful, actually
>hoping you catch her drift

>You think quickly on your hooves

“Pinkie Pie, take off your dress right now and go stand in the corner.”

>You command her
>Pinkie folds her ears back, but she nods fearfully
>She’s more compliant tonight than normal

“Yes, Anooon…”

>She unzips the front of her frilly little dress and strips off all the layers
>She steps out shivering all over
>naked as can be
>She’s usually naked, of course
>but there’s something about her actually taking off clothes
>It just feels so…
>lewd

>Pinkie is scraping her hooves on the floor as she goes to the corner
>going as slowly as possible
>You put a stop to that right away

“Pinkamena Diane Pie, you get in that corner right this instant, or I’ll drag you there myself!”

>That gets your point across
>Pinkie Pie yelps, mumbles a “Yes, Anon!” and obediently bolts over to the corner
>She sticks her nose into the wall and stands there obediently
>You guess she’s had enough ear pulling for one night

>Now for the first time tonight, you have a clear view of her marehood
>Pinkie is making it easy by keeping her tail high and out of the way
>She’s giving you a complete show
>and tonight, she is totally soaked

>Her whole slit is shiny with wetness
>Her clit winks at you mischievously
>you can see that she is dripping
>it trickles down her thighs and onto the floor
>Pinkie is normally a messy mare when she is aroused
>but tonight is even more than normal for her

>You walk over to the long-handled bath brush
>When you pick it up, you feel how heavy it is
>much heavier than her regular hairbrush
>and it looks like it’s going to HURT

>Your dick is standing at full length as you look at it
>Oh, the noises she’s going to make with this

>You look over at Pinkie Pie
>It’s only been a minute, but she’s already fidgeting
>She hasn’t said a word
>You decide to have a little bit of fun with her

“Pinkie Pie, your grades for this report card are absolutely unacceptable! Such a smart young filly like you has no excuse!”

>You swing the bath brush and swat the arm of the chair with a loud whack!
>Pinkie Pie flinches, but you see her pussy wink up at you again
>She’s trying to keep herself from panting too loudly
>and she’s failing miserably

“Oh, I know Anon! I’m sorry, I know I deserve a spanking, a long hard one, but please, pleaaase don’t use the big brush on me!”

>You have to avoid rubbing your dick
>you might cum prematurely
>You have a stupid grin on your face
>and it won’t go away

“Oh, I will, Pinkie! Fillies who get straight F’s deserve a long, hard spanking on the bare bottom with the big brush, young lady, and that’s what you’re going to get!”

>You pick up the bath brush and call to her with a commanding voice

“Come here, right now!”

>Pinkie Pie doesn’t do what you say at first
>but eventually, she leaves the corner and walks over to you

>She drags her hooves as usual, and you meet her halfway as usual
>You grab her hoof and pull her to you while she yelps and begs like a little filly

“Please, Anon, not the big brush! I’ll be a good girl, please, anything but that!”

>but of course, you ignore her.

>You’ve gotten good at this whole “over the knee” thing now
>You pull Pinkie over your lap and nestle her tightly in between the chair arms
>She grips your left leg in her hooves tightly while her plump pink tushie rests on your right
>Arched up at an angle from the cramped space
>You yank her tail up and over her back
>pin it down
>You can sniff the arousal from her pink pussy right beneath your nose
>It makes your stallion rod throb

“Ohh, please not too hard, Anon!”

>What was that?
>You heard, “Please, as hard as you can, Anon!”
>You pick up the heavy bath brush and rub it in circles on her smooth rump
>Pinkie squeaks and stuffs her muzzle in the cushions

>Her butt is trembling
>And her pussy throbs
>a little squirt from her slit dribbles onto your leg
>She is one messy little mare
>But you love that about her.

>Pinkie squirms on your lap
>gives you a little whine
>She’s getting impatient
>you decide not to keep her waiting any longer

>You raise the bath brush and swing it down
>You whack her butt right in the middle of both cheeks, over the crack
>and it makes a sound that causes you to wince
>Like a crack of lightning in the sky

>Pinkie Pie squeals

“OWWIE! Anoooon!”

>An angry red spot forms on her tush
>She gives her butt a little wiggle on your knee
>It’s a sign to you that you spanked her hard enough
>Your dick twitches as her botty cheeks brush against the underside of your shaft
>Your heart thumping wildly, you come out of the gate at full gallop
>spanking hard and fast from the start

>Pinkie feels the wood clap against her upturned ass and squeaks, moans, and vocalizes her pain

“Ohh! Oww, owieowowow! Owwouchie! Anoon, it huuuurts!”

>one cheek at a time
>Her plump cheeks ripple with each strike
>Hoofy kicks thud against the armchair
>And you feel her hot, sticky fluids leaking all over your thighs

>the bath brush is a real beast
>The heavy wood leaves a real impression
>Pinkie’s bumbum is already glowing red
>You’re not even a minute into it

>Pinkie squeaks, chirps and yelps with each spank
>She pumps her hips on your leg
>You whack her ass with the same strength every time
>from underside to under her dock
>A sticky stain from her arousal shows on the flat of the brush
>Pinkie hollers and cries

“I’m sorryyy! I’ll get OW better grades, OWW! Pleaaase! OOW! Oh, OUCH! OWIE! OHHHH OWWW!”

>You speed up the spanking
>Using the ample bounce of her pudgy derriere like a trampoline
>bouncing the bath brush from one buttcheek effortlessly to the another
>Really making Pinkie squeal
>Her bottom is covered in light and dark red splotches
>Tears are coming out of her eyes
>She kicks, moans and whines as the bath brush roasts her rear end

“Are you learning your lesson, young lady? Are you going to study harder?”

>Your penis rubs against her butt every time Pinkie wiggles her hips and tail
>and each time it does you get closer to release
>The pent up energy in your cock is reaching a peak
>Pinkie is also moaning more frequently
>humping your lap and panting in the middle of her ow’s and ouchie’s

“Ohh, ah, ahhh, OW! Ohh, OWIE! Y-Yes, Anooon! I’m learning my OW! lesson! Ow, OW, OAAOWW OUCHIE!”

>You normally take more time than this for you two to get to this point
>It’s been only two minutes!
>You decide that you’re going to make the most of the little time remaining

>You wear a big smile on your face

“I hope so, Pinkie Pie! Because I’m going to make sure that you never forget this lesson!”

>You brandish the bath brush
>lift it high above your head
>Then, you go crazy

>With the heavy, thick bath brush you swat your fiancee’s burning hot buttcheeks at breakneck speed
>two spanks a second
>alternating both cheeks over and over

>Pinkie Pie’s butt wriggles and writhes like a madmare
>and the individual cries and moans turn into a series of big, long howls

“OOOOOOWWW! OOOOOOOHH! OWWWW, AH, AAAAOOWW!”

>You keep up this spanking intensity
>ten seconds go by
>fifteen
>twenty

“OHHH, OH, Owwohh!”

>twenty five…

“AH, AH, OH, AHHHHHAAOOH!”

>she doesn’t make it to thirty.

>You’ve never seen her cum so hard before
>Her whole rump shakes violently
>her hips smack against your leg
>humping like a madmare
>gasping, squealing, panting
>She bathes the cushion below and the chair arm behind her in sweet smelling fluids from her pulsing, throbbing pussy

>You have to push her down
>pin her withers to your knees
>You mindlessly keep swatting the bath brush down
>Pinkie Pie’s orgasm keeps going and going
>kicking her legs out wide
>exposing her pussy to the air

>Her cutie marked flank is rubbing up and down your erection as she humps your lap
>Butt scarlet red
>dotted with blue spots where the bath brush hit hardest
>You feel the heat coming on
>But you don’t cum
>Not this time

>Finally, after one last smack you drop the bath brush on the floor
>Pinkie Pie shivers and shakes on your lap
>Her pussy is still dripping everywhere

>Wait one more minute
>She’s calming down now
>The whole chair is a mess
>Shiny with the sticky mess from Pinkie Pie’s orgasm
>She gasps and mewls like a little filly

>Her whole ass is so hot you can feel the heat on your hoof
>You rub and rub her battered rump in slow circles
>Pinkie huffs and puffs
>She says your name in a long, drawn out moan

“Anoooon… ohh…”

>But then, she does something different
>You stop rubbing when she stamps her hooves into the cushion on all fours
>pushes herself up from your lap
>you reel back
>You weren’t expecting this

>Normally, she loves the aftercare
>loves it when you stroke her spanked tush
>But it appears she has other plans
>She turns her head
>Looks at your erect cock standing at attention

>You see that look on her face
>The one that says she’s up to something
>Pinkie is still gasping
>She drools
>Her mouth is watering hungrily

“Anon… hold me…”

>Pinkie Pie is getting up
>But not from the chair
>She leans into you
>her hoof reaches out

>You are surprised
>Usually, Pinkie Pie slides out of the chair after some good massaging to her sore rump
>lovingly wraps her lips around your dick
>Gives you a passionate, grateful blowjob
>Does it until she is sure you came, too
>But not tonight

>Pinkie Pie hugs you around the neck
>rests her teary face on your collarbone
>Her hind legs spread apart
>Dig into the chair cushion
>Push her hips toward your chest

>Then you understand
>You moan this time
>Your heart races as she lines up her slippery slit over the tip of your cock
>Pinkie Pie hugs you tightly
>You hug her back
>One hoof around her withers
>And one over her sore, red ass

>Then, Pinkie sits down
>slips the whole length of your cock inside her aching pussy
>It slides in between her nether lips
>Makes a wet squishing sound as you bottom out inside of her
>She moans again

“OHHHH, Oh, thank you Anon! Thank you, thank you! Oh, ohhh!”

>You are in heaven
>She thrusts her hips up and down
>You grab hold of her supple, spanked rump
>Push it back down

"I... love you, Pinkie Pie!"

>She rams her hips and butt against your thighs
>Riding your cock like a carnival ride
>until, eventually, she has returned the favor
>and you cum right inside her hot, steaming sex

>That night, neither of you remember how many times you go at it
>how many times she came
>On the chair, on her bed
>You even reintroduce the bath brush to her plump, deserving cheeks
>You completely lose track of time

>But it doesn’t matter.
>Because all that matters
>is that the time you do spend
>you spend together.