"Wait mommy, no! I'm sorry!"
"Oh no, Sweetie Belle!"

>You just caught your filly daughter with her hoof in the cookie jar
>Or as it stands, the marshmallow bag
>You use your no nonsense mommy voice
"I told you you would spoil your appetite for dinner, but you disobeyed me anyway!"

>Sweetie Belle is your daughter
>Normally, she's well behaved
>But she's still a little filly
>And today is a day when your daughter is shockingly out of hoof
>She's been disobeying you all day long and talking back to you
>acting like a brat
>And there's only one cure for bratty little fillies

"I know, I'm so-so-sorry, mo-mommy!"
>Sweetie Belle is giving you puppy eyes
>No way, young filly. Not going to work.
>You walk over to the kitchen drawer and withdraw a narrow slotted spatula
>It's solid wood
>Sweetie Belle knows what's going to happen, now
>And it's bad news for her hiney
>She starts to beg for mercy

"Oh no mommy! Please don't spank me! I'll be good, I'll eat my dinner!'

"It's too late for that now Sweetie Belle! I've had it with your attitude today! You've been disobeying me all day long and it's time to end your bad behavior!"

>You pull up a kitchen chair from the table with your magic
>Sweetie Belle retreats a step back
>Then she does something that makes you really mad

>She turns tail and runs!
>Thinking quick, you light up your horn
>You barely lock onto the end of her tail
>Sweetie Belle comes to a sudden halt when her tail stretches like a rubber band

"OW!"
>Her cry of pain gets no sympathy from you
>You raise your voice as you drag her to you by her tail
>You are surprised by how angry you feel right now

"Now you try to run away from me, too! Sweetie Belle, that is it!"
>Sweetie Belle barely has time to comprehend what you are doing
>You angrily pick your daughter once she's close enough and bring her to eye level
>Her eyes have lost their defiance
"After I'm done with you, Sweetie Belle, your father is going to have a word with you when he gets home, too!"

>Sweetie Belle's eyes grow big
>They fill with tears when she hear her dad is going to come home
>And give her ANOTHER spanking
>She begs some more

"Oh no no, no mommy! Don't tell dad! Pleaaaase don't tell dad! Not two spankings!"

"Too late, Sweetie Belle! You've earned it, and your father is going to know it, too!"

>She cries premature tears
>She's still stuttering, begging you not to tell her daddy
>But you're out of sympathy cards and out of patience
>Enough talking
>You pick up the spatula from the table where you left it and sit down on the chair
>Then you pull your daughter over your knee

>Now that she knows her butt is doomed Sweetie Belle is not resisting you anymore
>Maybe hoping you won't follow through on your promise to tell dad
>But you will

>Her little white butt is in the perfect place over your knee
>arched up and ready to be punished
>You push her tail away and pick up the spatula, and not wasting any more time, you give the first spank to your daughter's bare behind

>She starts crying right away
"OW, mommy! Not so hard!"
>You spank her again, even harder this time
>You'll show her hard

"Be quiet, Sweetie Belle!"

>Spank spank spank spank spank
>Her cream white butt is already showing dark pink spots on it
>It hasn't been a minute yet
>And you plan to have your daughter here a whole lot longer than that
>Even if she showed up to school tomorrow morning with a freshly spanked red flank, you know there's wouldn't be any problems
>Ponies in Ponyville know the value of a good spanking
>You even remember when your daughter's little friend Apple Bloom showed up to school with red switch marks all over her butt
>Just another day in Ponyville

>Sweetie Belle cries and kicks her little legs, but you aren't letting go
>She's got a long way to go, and then she still has her daddy after
>The spatula spanks her sharply, and the sound of the wood smacking her bare bottom can be heard in the whole house
>Sweetie cries out after every lick

"Mommy! Ow ow!"

>You have nothing more to say
>Sweetie has earned every spank
>the number on the oven shows about one minute off the clock
>You'll go until it reaches 4:30, three minutes from now
>Any longer and your husband might not give her a second dose

>SPANK, WHACK, SMACK
>Sweetie is blubbering
>Squirming on your lap and waving her butt in every direction
>You are not really aiming anywhere
>Her whole hiney is fair game
>As long as you don't hit too far up, you're good to go

>Sweetie makes it through the next two minutes
>Not like you gave her a choice
>Her raised rump looks very red
>Well punished
>SMACK SMACK SMACK
>But not well punished enough for today
>Her crying is much louder now
"Waaaaah, mommy please stop!"

>30 more seconds, about
>The spatula swats your little filly's bottom straight up and down
>Her dangling back legs are kicking the seat
>You feel her dock flex as she tries to shield her butt with her tail, but you've got your hoof on it
>Good thing she can't block, too
>You are not in the mood at all
>You'd probably just go on continuing to spank Sweetie Belle right up until her dad got home >Let him pick up where you left off

>finishing up, now
>SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK
>Sweetie Belle wails
"WAAAAH! OWW, MOMMY!"

>You look up
>Oven clock says 4:30
>You're done here
>One more spank on the middle of her naughty flank, and you finish up

>Sweetie sobs like a sorry little filly
>She coughs over your knee
>You pick her up with your magic and place the crying girl on the floor
>She's still shaken up
>That was a no nonsense spanking
>But she isn't done for this evening
>You look through her teary eyes and point to the stairs

"Alright now, Sweetie Belle. You march up to your room and wait for your dad!"

>Sweetie Belle looks at you with pleading eyes
>She gasps
>It's obvious she thought you were bluffing or something
>But now, looking at your serious face, she realizes how doomed her already sore butt is

>You expect her to beg you again
>But instead, you are shocked when she bobs her head up and down, sobs, and turns around

"sniff!* yes mom"
>She has a forlorn look in her eyes
>She walks without any talking back up to her room, tucking her tail between he sides of her butt

>You sit on your chair and watch Sweetie do what you said
>And now that you are calming down, you feel the first bit of sympathy for your daughter
>She may have been bratty and rebellious before, but now she looked like she was truly sorry

>But you know it doesn't matter
>You can't go back on what you said now
>Sweetie's going to have to take it
>Now it's in your husband's hooves to decide whether or not he wants to spank her, too

>30 minutes pass, and the front door opens.

Sweetie Belle's Double Discipline Part 2

>Waiting in your room for a spanking was almost as bad as the spanking itself
>Especially when it's your daddy you have to wait for
>His spankings hurt even more than mommy's
>But til today you've never had to wait for your daddy with an already spanked bottom before

>You didn't even know you could get two spankings in one day
>You thought it was against the rules, like parents couldn't do that
>But here you are now

>It hurts to sit down, so you lay down on your stomach
>It feels like you have been waiting here forever already
>You rub your burning butt with your hoof

"Ohh, why did you have to be so grumpy today?"

>You talk to yourself
>You're still crying quietly, and you have a headache
>The more you think about today, the more horrible you feel
>You really were bad all day
>You don't think you've seen your mom that mad before
>You use your blanket as a tissue to wipe your eyes and nose

>No matter what you do, you can't get the thought of the next spanking you're going to get out of your mind
>Your rump hurts so much already!
>How are you going to take another spanking from your dad, too?

>And it already looks so red!
>You have to go to school tomorrow, and even with just the spanking you got from mom everypony will notice
>They'll know you must have been really, extra bad when they see your flank tomorrow
>Maybe you could wear a dress
>But your mom won't let you walk on the dirt roads of Ponyville with a dress on
>You pout, and hug your pillow
>It's going to be so embarrassing

>The front door downstairs opens and closes
>You hear heavy hoofsteps loud and clear walking in
>You can't help it. You start to cry again
>He's home

>You already put your hairbrush in your drawer
>It was on top your dresser before, but you moved it
>You made sure not to hide it inside, though, just keep it out of view so maybe he'll forget about it
>If he caught you trying to hide it, you can't imagine how bad it would be for your butt then
>So you hold onto hope that maybe he won't use it

>Mommy and daddy are talking downstairs
>You hear your mom's voice more
>Probably telling him about all of the bad things you did and said today
>About how you tried to run away, too
>He'll be so mad at you when he hears, you think

>Your heart is beating so fast
>You hear your dad say something, and then a you make out an "ok" from your mom
>Then, you hear somepony walking to the stairs

>You stare at your bedroom door
>You're trying not to cry already, but you're so scared
>You stop massaging your sore cheeks and look forward
>He's almost here

>You hear a courtesy knock on your door, then you see magic on the doorknob, and the door opens

>A stallion with a straw hat enters
>You hold your breath, shivering and squeezing your pillow
>Here he is at last
>Your dad

>He takes the hat off as soon as he walks in, though, and leaves it propped up against your wall

"Hi, Sweetie Belle."

>His voice is flat and his face is serious
>But that's not what scares you
>You stare at the hat on the wall, and you sob

>Your daddy usually leaves his hat on, even inside
>But when he spanks you, he takes it off so it doesn't get in the way
>That's when it really hits you hard
>This is going to happen

"He-Hey, he-heey daad..."

>You are shaking
>You're cold everywhere but your butt
>and now, it's going to get even hotter

>Dad looks down at you
>He sighs, and shakes his head

"I talked to your mother."

>Just him saying that is enough to make the tears come pouring out
>You sob
>He keeps speaking with the same low voice

"I don't even know what to say. I'm shocked, Sweetie Belle. I'm shocked that my little girl behaved like she did today. I'm sad."

>That does it
>You can't hold your crying back anymore
>Your heart hurts from the guilt
>And now you made your dad sad
>Sad

>Not mad. Sad.

>You try to talk, but you can't catch your breath

"I'm-m-m sssorry, I'm ssso-sorry, d-dad!"

>You stuff your nose into your blanket
>The shame you feel is like a knife in your heart
>You feel like the worst filly in the world

>Your father watches you, his little girl, break apart
>He wipes his eyes, and he takes a deep breath

"I know you're sorry, Sweetie."

>You look up from the bed
>Crying makes your eyes blurry, but you see him walking to your dresser

"But I still got to do this, Sweetie Belle."

>Your heart races a mile a minute
>You know what's coming

>He opens your drawer, and he floats out your hairbrush

>The last little smidgeon of hope you had left is gone
>But even though you are terrified, you don't want to plead
>You were horrible today
>To your mom, everypony
>You even made your father sad
>You deserve this

"I knoww, daddyy. *sniff"

>Your father approaches your bed
>The hairbrush is floating next to him
>It's painted white and filly sized, but it's solid oak wood
>It's perfect to use for spanking
>He nods

"Good."

>Daddy points at the floor with his nose.

"Get up, Sweetie."

>Your legs are shaking, but you do what he says
>Moving reignites the burning in your butt, and you are given a small taste of what is coming
>Your dad sits down on the side of your bed, and he picks up your pillow
>Puts it longways on one leg
>Then, he pats his knee.

"Over you go, Sweetie."

>You feel guilty, ashamed
>Now that you feel the pain of your last spanking you want to break for it again
>But you know what happened last time
>It's why you're getting spanked now!
>You force yourself to obey

"Yes, da-daddy, I'm-m coming."

>You only have to take a couple of steps
>Dad picks you up with his magic, and with a squeak he sets you gently on top of his lap

>The position makes you blush in embarrassment
>The pillow on his knee feels comfortable, but you know that's not why he put it there
>Propped up your red butt sticks up and out
>It makes you easier to punish

>He pulls up your tail and reveals your bottom
>You feel his strong hoof push you down onto his thighs
>It's impossible to move off now
>Mercy is the only thing that can save you now

>The brush pats your rump a few times
>They aren't spanks, but they hurt
>You let out an "eep!"
>The whole pain of your entire last punishment is coming back
>It's going to only get worse

>He raises the brush
>You close your teary eyes

>WhuuummSPANK!


>The explosion of pain in your butt is indescribable
>The hairbrush whums in the air and spanks you so hard that it flattens your right bottom cheek
>Your head shoots up, eyes open wide, and out of your throat comes a howl of pure agony

"YOOOOOOOWWW!"

>WhummmSMACK!

"AAAAAOWWW!"

>WhummmSPLAT! WhummmWHACKK!

"WAAAAAAAAHHHAAAA!"

>These aren't spanks
>They're thunderclaps
>The hairbrush keeps coming down

"OWWW! AAAAA!"

WhummmSPANK!

"NOOOO OOOOWW!"

>You mom's spatula hurt, but this is the worst pain you've ever felt in your life
>You forgot how hard your daddy can swing
>And on top of your last spanking, the pain is more horrible than you ever imagined

>The sound of your bare butt meeting its doom bounces inside of your ears
>Desperately you try to move your rump away from the spanks, but the hairbrush doesn't ever stop endlessly whacking your exposed butt
>It sticks out and points up at the cieling, soaking in every torturous spank

>You kick all four of your legs
>your front hooves grab at air like you are trying to crawl away
>You can't think anymore
>The inferno in your bottom explodes like fireworks every time your daddy spanks you
>All you can do is bawl, weep and choke

>Dad whacks your butt on the same spot four times in a row

>WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACKKKK!

"DADDYYY! WAAAAAAHHH DADDYYY!! NOOWAAAAHH!"

>The same thing happens to the other side, four whacks on the lower curve of your butt
>Your tortured tush tries so hard to get away, but it can't move more than an inch in either direction
>You can't take it
>Your front hoof goes back to block the spanks, trying to get a second of relief for your sorry butt

>What happens next is a nightmare
>You shriek as the hairbrush gives your hoof a terrible crack
>You yank your hoof back
>Or at least you try to, but you feel your hoof get grabbed
>In a moment your father pins it like a chicken wing to your back

>The spanking stops for a second
>You wriggle your rump around on the pillow, feeling like a billion bees are stinging your butt at once
>And your hoof hurts, too
>but the significance of what you just did is only now sinking in

>Your dad moves
>Readjusts himself
>Your heart stops beating as he taps your butt again, aiming

>Then
>It begins

>WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK....

>The spanks come down so hard and fast your blazing bottom can't tell them apart
>Your hind legs kick and kick and kick, but your butt stays high in the air
>forced to accept all the spanks you know you deserve

"WaaaAAAAAaah! UhhhAAAAHAAHUuuuh!"

>You're throat is getting tired from crying
>Your hooves are tired of kicking
>You wail on and on, but you can't fight anymore

>WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK.....

"Nuuuh, waaaah! Aaaahowow! Ahhhaaa, uhhhh..."

>The spanking doesn't hurt any less
>But all you can do is squirm on your father's lap
>A furnace of neverending pain and misery torches your bottom
>and all you can do is moan, whimper, and cry

>Your mom and dad have both spanked you plenty of times before
>Mom isn't as strong as dad, so she makes up for it by spanking you a lot longer
>On the other hoof, your daddy doesn't need to spank you as long to turn his little filly's butt bright red

>Tonight is different, though
>Dad is spanking you hard AND long
>You can't see your bottom, but you know it has to be redder than it's ever been before
>But that still doesn't stop Daddy from continuing to whack it again and again with your hairbrush while it twists and turns painfully over his knee
>You were over your mom's lap for a long time, but this has to be even longer
>He's smacking your rump raw
>And they keep on coming.

>SPANK, WHACK, THWACK, SMACK.......
to be continued in Part 3

Sweetie Belle's Double Discipline Part 3

>This was the last thing you were expecting to have to do today
>Work coaching the hoofball team went better than usual
>Your Ponyville Colts are going to kick some serious flank this season, you can tell
>Walking home you felt like you were a pegasus walking on clouds
>You thought of taking your family out to dinner you were in such a good mood

>Instead, your wife greeted you with her hair frazzled and at her wits end
>Telling you all about your little daughter, Sweetie Belle
>All the things that had happened and what your wife had to put up with while you were gone

>And now, rather than heading to a nice restaurant, you have your youngest daughter crying her eyes out over your lap instead

>When you heard all of the nasty, horrible things she had said to your mother and what she did to disobey her, you knew you couldn't let it slide
>Your wife, bless her, already spanked Sweetie Belle before you got home
>But it wasn't going to be enough
>You had to step in

>Your hoof is in a groove already
>You swing the hairbrush you have in your hoof down hard onto Sweetie Belle's "pre" punished posterior
>Your wife had left her mark before you got home, for sure, but the marks on your little girl's rump were already fading by the time you had put her over your knees
>That wasn't going to happen after you were finished
>When you were done, everypony in Ponyville would be able to see the results of your hairbrush spanking printed on her filly tush for at least a week to come

>Spank, spank spank, spank, spankspankspank

>Sweetie had started off with the strongest reaction to a spanking you had ever seen when you first started out
>Now she was more subdued
>Ready to accept the rest of your planned punishment for her

>The pillow you have under Sweetie Belle's waist is doing a great job at eliminating her ability to resist
>Your hairbrush has access to her whole rump from every angle
>You're taking full advantage of it

"OwOWW! Waah, waaah! OWWW!"

>The lighter red color from your wife's hoofiwork is playing background to the deep scarlet spots covering Sweetie Belle's bottom from your hairbrush
>She tried to buck and toss her hips off of your lap, but your holding hoof is far too strong
>Her hind hoofsies still kick, but it's not going to do anything while you have her in this position
>Her butt is too high in the air

>Your spanking speed is much slower than it was earlier when you sped up after you accidentally hit your daughter's hoof
>But it was still pretty relentless
>You alternate from low to high, then left to right,
>switching up where you spank
>You pay attention to the lighter red areas that need to be darker
>Sometimes though, you focus a whole group of swats onto a darker spot of her butt, one after the other

>The lesson gets through to Sweetie, who is bawling nonstop
>The punishment is more severe than anything she's ever had before
>And you know it

>But today was a breaking point
>It wasn't just today, it went beyond that
>You've been seeing patterns in your daughter's behavior lately
>Worrisome behavior like what you'd see in a spoiled filly, getting worse for months
>And there was only one cure for that

>spankspank, spank, spank spank

>It wasn't something you'd say out loud to a stranger
>but you always thought your daughter's plump round bottom was cute, in the daddy's "Cute as a button" sense
>Your wife even affectionately nicknamed her "Bubble Butt" when she was still in diapers
>And even though your little filly is in pain, you can't help but feel some emotional release when you spank the hairbrush hard across her cheeks
>Watching her crimson rear end wave slightly back and forth on your knee
>trying to fan some cool air onto the burning red hot skin of her bare bottom
>There is a weird sense of affection you have for it all
>even though your daughter is crying

>Sweetie is getting desperate for relief
>But you aren't ready to give it to her for some time yet
>There's the red on a filly's bottom that comes from the heat from a good spanking
>Then there is the red on a filly's bottom that comes from the marks on the actual skin from a severe spanking
>You need to get to that step, and Sweetie Belle has a while to wait

>There are no more light spots on your daughter's bottom
>The whole thing is redder than a strawberry
>Now you just scatter your whacks anywhere on her butt
>It's all fair game

>Sweetie Belle is muttering and gasping when she isn't bawling from your treatment of her fiery hiney
>No matter where it tries to go, the horrible hairbrush finds it
>Flattens it
>And comes back up for more

>your wife's hoof would be tired by now
>But it is unfortunate for Sweetie, your days of playing pro hoofball give you more stamina
>You can make your plans happen

>You can remember when your other filly, Rarity, was over your knee for the worst spanking of her life
>in the same situation as Sweetie Belle
>Years ago
>Brattyness and purposeful disobedience became the usual for her
>You made the decision to end that for good

>It was the longest, hardest and most painful spanking Rarity ever got
>to this day you've heard that apple farming pony friend of hers, Applejack, crack a joke to your daughter about just how dark red her butt was when everypony saw her at school
>but it was also the last time you ever needed to give her a spanking

>today, you decided it is Sweetie Belle's turn to take the spanking you gave to her big sister long ago
>And right now you are only minutes away from finishing what you set out to do

>Spankspankspankspankspank

>When you spanked Rarity, there was one more thing you did
>Something you know Rarity will always remember for the rest of her life

>You wear your belt everywhere
>And you are wearing it right now.
>It is the same one you used so much time ago

>And now it's time to use it

>Spankspankspank!

>The hairbrush spanks Sweetie Belle's upturned little rump three more blistering times
>And stops

>You aren't spanking her right now
>But her bottom is still twisting and squirming on the pillow
>The agonizing pain in her filly flank is still there

>You shouldn't wait
>You put down the brush and surround Sweetie Belle in your magic
>She slides off your knees and you put her down at the bottom of her bed
>on her stomach

>Sweetie cries, but she starts to look around
>She's confused, you see in her eyes

"Daa, D-Da-aady, aahhhahhh..."

>You are moving fast
>The pillow you used to raise Sweetie's butt hovers to the foot of her bed
>You put it on the edge

>Sweetie Belle reaches back and tries to comfort her butt
>But she isn't done yet

"No rubbing, Sweetie Belle!"

>Your voice is raised and stern
>Sweetie Belle's red face looks up at you
>She jerks her hoof away from her tush at your command
>But she gives the bed an agonized hoofy kick

"Buh... B-Bu-ut I, it..."

>She is confused
>You always let her rub her butt after you're done with her spankings

>But her confusion goes away when she sees you pulling your belt off
>Sweetie Belle's buttcheeks tense up
>She sobs loudly
>Her question is already answered

>You fold the belt over once and look down at the face of your youngest daughter

>Her weeping eyes stare at the belt hovering next to you
>It's heartbreaking
>But you're committed now
>You did it for Rarity, and it worked
>It's only fair
>Better safe then sorry

>You pick your sore and sorry daughter up and lay her on the bed end
>Back to the position she's been in half of this evening

>Her rear legs hang over the edge
>kicking in the air
>Bare bottom aimed up at you
>Her punished red rumpcheeks presented for the last part of her punishment

>You explain to her while she cries what you're going to do now

"We're almost done, Sweetie. I'm going to give ya ten whacks with my belt. I want you to stay as still as ya can, and no trying to block them with your hoof or tail, or that whack won't count."

>Sweetie Belle is already having a bad time
>Her butt is wiggling and shaking around so much already
>It's already on fire
>You get in place and put the belt in your hoof

"You heard me, Sweet?"

>You look around her upraised rump at her face
>Sweetie is the picture of misery
>Her eyes are swollen from crying so much

>But your heart is filled with pride when she nods her messy head
>She is not easy to understand
>But you hear a "yes daddy" in the weeps
>Her butt is in all consuming agony
>But she's obeying you now

"Good girl. Stay still, Sweetie."

>Sweetie Belle cries
>She braces herself
>Her tail, though, is cooperatively off to the side
>But you flip it up

"Ten whacks."

>You remind her
>You lay the belt across her butt to aim
>Sweetie Belle flinches, but she keeps her bottom right where it is
>You raise your belt

>5:20
>That was what showed on the oven clock
>Almost 20 minutes, and the popping sound of what you assumed was probably the hairbrush, spanking Sweetie's bottom, was still going on

>you know your husband well
>The determination on his face when he went upstairs
>You knew what it means for Sweetie Belle
>You remembered when he had that look before
>That time it was Rarity waiting in her room

>You thought he went over the top at first
>But after that spanking, Rarity's behavior was 100% different
>She listened to her mommy and daddy again
>Her bratty attitude and rebelliousness forgotten
>Soon you were praising her behavior every day
>No more disobeying you or your husband
>when your trust in her was growing you started to let her do things by herself
>She worked hard and followed her dreams
>And you were so proud of her

>Now it was Sweetie Belle's time
>And just like Rarity, it was a long time
>You don't think you needed to spank her before he got home
>But when she ran away though, that was it
>the last straw
>You did what you had to do


>Suddenly, you don't hear the spanking going on any more
>Sweetie Belle's crying still, but it seems like it's over
>Or so you thought

>Then you hear something
>and it makes you remember Rarity again
>It sounds sort of like somepony is popping bubble wrap
>but you know what it really is

>The belt he wears everywhere
>He's using it right now
>and it isn't bubble wrap your husband's is popping
>It's Sweetie Belle's bubble butt

>Sweetie's crying loudens again
>The belt sounds sharper than the hairbrush
>You hear more crying between the slower spanks
>The sounds travels further, too
>and draws wails of horrible pain from Sweetie Belle

>You count only 4 so far

>5, 6, 7
>Then it stops

>Sweetie is bawling loud enough for the neighbors to hear
>You can't understand her, but you think she's trying to say something

>Then you hear your husband's voice go over her
>Sweetie's gets even louder

>Now you are curious
>The soup for dinner is just warming up now
>You are going to go see what's happening

>You walk sneakily to the bedroom
>You're a lot closer now
>close enough to hear everything happening
>Then you hear the belt, the sound more clear
>You squeeze your own grown bottom cheeks together

>FWAP!

>Sweetie is back to weeping

"Nooo, aaahoww, Daaaadyy nooo!"

>FWAP #9 hits
>The springs on her mattress are squeaking
>She must be moving around
>You hear her father in her room
>He sounds loud but his voice is stable

"Stay still! Now you got three more left! Get back over the bed!"
"DAAHAAADD!"
"Right now, Sweetie!"

>Three more left
>She's almost done
>But she was only making it harder for herself

>Another stop
>then a FWAP
>Sweetie Belle cries non stop

"Good girl, stay still. Two more!"

>Sweetie Belle begs for mercy

"S-SSOOOORYYYYY!!!"

>FWAP

"AHHHOWWW!"

"One more! Stay still!"

>FWAAAPPPPP!

>You are many feet away
>But the cry your Sweetie makes still hurts your ears

"EEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

>And that's it
>The longest spanking ever was over
>Many seconds later your hear you husband confirm it

"It's over Sweetie Belle. Your spanking is done."

>Sweetie Belle's crying reaches high volumes all over again
>But you know that now it is from thankfullness too
"OWWWOWW!"

>She moves all over the bed, and you hear it
>She has to be rubbing her horrible flaming bottom now
>She's saying how she's sorry over and over again
>Crying a river

>You make a choice
>You climb up the last top stairs and open Sweetie Belle's door

>Sweetie is on her bed
>You feel sorry for her
>but you can't help smile on the inside when you see she is rolling around
>Rubbing and rubbing and rubbing her severely punished butt
>which is so red you could see it from the sky


>Your husband hears you come in the room
>He's putting his belt back on
>He is breathing hard
>Spanking Sweetie Belle for such a long time is enough to make anypony in the world tired

>You get something to remember why you called Sweetie Belle "Bubble butt" when you watch her
>She sticking her rump in the air and rubbing her crimson painted buttcheeks like no tomorrow
>They both bounce up and down when she shakes her hips
>She won't stop weeping and wailing
>Sweetie Belle will never forget this spanking for the rest of her life


>The next day Sweetie Belle goes to school
>You walk with her there

>You can't believe the redness didn't fade at all
>Sweetie is trying to hide her spanking with her tail, but that won't work
>The color is too dark and most of her bottom is exposed anyway

>Ponies give you a look and an approval nod
>They know you did the right thing
>Bad fillies and colts need hard spankings to keep them in line

>Sweetie Belle whines in embarrassment
>Everypony is looking at her butt
>They have all seen lots of fillies and colts with red rear end's walking around before
>But your daughter's butt is so much redder
>spanked so much harder than anypony they have seen before
>Everypony takes a long look

>You get to school finally
>Sweetie Belle's embarrassing day is only the beginning
>The desks inside the school have hard chairs
>Sweetie has to sit on them all day
>all the week long

>All the fillies and colts are playing outside before school starts
>They do the same thing all the ponies in town did, too
>Staring at her tushy and looking in awe
>You see Sweetie Belle's friends Apple Bloom and Scootaloo on the playground
>You look down at Sweetie Belle

"Ok, Sweetie Belle. Have a good day at school. I love you!"

>You give her bottom one more little spank to send her off
>You couldn't help it
>It was staring at you right in the face

>She squeaks and jumps a little bit forward
>It definitely hurt
>But she gives you an "I love you too" back with both her cheeks turned red
>Then she walks away

>You take one more look at her spanked flank
>Watch her start talking with her little friends
>She's going to be ok

>You turn around and walk back home
>leaving Sweetie Belle behind to tell her friends her story
>A story she will tell her children and grandchildren

>The night when her parents gave her the hardest spanking
>But also the last spanking
>she had ever received.

THE END