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- Moondancer's Bad Day by DCFTEF (fimfiction.net/user/Dangerous_Creature)
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- >Hi.
- >My name is Moondancer
- >Student at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns.
- >I got in big trouble this morning
- >In my house the rule is, last one to use the stove makes sure it's turned off
- >Well, that's usually Mama
- >Except last night I warmed up some pudding to have while I studied
- >I made sure the flame was out
- >But I forgot to turn the burner dial off
- >Luckily, Papa has to get up several times a night to pee
- >He smelled gas, and quickly shut it off
- >He opened all the windows to vent the gas out
- >When that was done he went back to bed
- >Papa never even woke up Mama, me, or my little cousin who's staying with us
- >He saved our lives and never even told us about it
- >But I sure heard about it the next morning
- >Papa was waiting for me at the breakfast table
- >He showed me what I'd done wrong and reminded me what could have happened
- >Then he told me what was going to happen
- >And he told me to go cut a switch
- >I begged Papa not to do it
- >Mama and my cousin were right there to see me pleading for my bottom
- >It was so embarrassing
- >But Papa didn't budge
- "Go out there and pick your switch unless you want ME to do it!"
- >Yikes
- >Holding back tears, I ran
- >My day only got worse
- >The newspaper colt saw me cutting my switch from the bush in front of the house
- "Ha, Ha! Somepony's gettin' a spankin'!"
- >Little brat, I hope he falls off his bicycle
- >Up to that point I hadn't cried
- >I deserved what I had coming, I knew it
- >I could have killed my whole family in our sleep
- >So I had resolved to endure Papa's punishment without tears or complaint
- >I wasn't fooling myself, I knew I'd cry when Papa whipped my behind
- >But I was gonna stay strong and accept it like a mare until that point
- >I was doing pretty good too, until that newspaper brat teased me
- >That just set off the waterworks
- >I'd messed up really bad
- >Papa was really mad
- >And this was really gonna hurt
- >I didn't even reach the house before things got worse
- >My eyes were so teared up I couldn't see well
- >It was fogging my glasses, but I didn't stop to clean them
- >I just wanted to get inside so the whole neighborhood didn't see me in disgrace
- >I shut my eyes and ran for the door
- *CRASH*
- >Straight into old Mr. Yasgur, the milk-stallion
- >Milk. Everywhere.
- >And of course, Papa comes to the door to see what the crash was
- >At least nobody is hurt
- >But Mr. Yasgur clearly sees what's going on
- >Weeping filly, angry daddy and a freshly cut switch
- >It doesn't take Fetlock Holmes to figure this mystery out
- "Awww, now Mister, what's the poor girl done to deserve all this?"
- >Well, at least he was nicer that the newspaper colt
- >But I desperately wanted my shame to be confined to the family
- >I internally prayed to Celestia;
- Please don't let Papa tell, please don't let Papa tell, please don't let Papa tell...
- >But he did worse;
- "Moondancer, tell Mr. Yasgur what you did."
- >I had to explain my offense
- >About the pudding. He asked what flavor it was (butterscotch).
- >About the flame and the burner. He asked what model stove we had so he and Papa talked about stoves for 5 minutes while I stood there, holding a switch and crying
- >About how I could have caused an explosion and burned my whole family
- >About how sorry I was and how lucky we were to avoid a disaster
- "Well, young lady, that is pretty serious, as I'm sure your Daddy will impress on you."
- >Papa offered to pay for the smashed milk bottles
- >Implying that my behind would be paying for those too
- "No, don't worry about that. The little lady has enough problems already. You let me worry about the spilled milk. And be gentle with her...I'm sure she's plenty sorry."
- >Then Papa said something really nice;
- "I'll give her all she deserves, because my heart would break if I were to give her a single lick more."
- >Well, it would have been nicer if he wasn't talking about whipping my bare heinie
- >At least Papa asked Mama to take my little cousin to school first.
- >He respected my dignity enough to let this be private.
- >But he didn't do it right away.
- "Eat your breakfast, your oatmeal is getting cold."
- >He set the switch right there on the table and poured his coffee
- >Then he sat there and ate his own breakfast like nothing was wrong
- >He even commented on a few stories in the newspaper; ones he thought might interest me
- >Papa is always trying to get me out of the dusty library, to be more up to date on current events
- >But this morning I had other things on my mind
- >I had to eat my oatmeal and half grapefruit, staring right at the branch that would soon be cutting blinding, painful streaks across my rear
- >How does he expect me to eat when I'm absolutely sick with worry?
- >It's really hard to choke down the next bite when you feel like throwing up.
- >But I would have choked down a whole barrel of oatmeal to delay what was coming.
- >I picked at the last few bites, making them smaller and smaller until I was just picking up a few oats on my spoon each time
- >Papa finally got impatient
- >He told me to wash my dishes and meet him in the living room
- >I must have taken forever washing my bowl and milk glass because before I knew it Papa was standing in the kitchen doorway
- >Tapping his hoof impatiently
- >Oh boy...my hooves felt like they were wearing lead horseshoes
- >I knew I deserved this and I was trying to be brave
- >But my back end didn't agree with my front end
- >It figures; that's the end that was going to get whipped
- >It didn't want to move
- >I had to take tiny steps, practically dragging my back legs on the way to certain doom
- >Papa went through the motions of inspecting the switch I'd cut
- >It was a formality; I knew it was okay
- >I've cut enough switches in my life to know what my Papa wants
- >Don't get me wrong!
- >I'm not a bad filly, who gets in trouble all the time
- >But if you'd ever gotten a switching from my Papa you'd know; once enough to make you an expert!
- >Sometimes Papa jokes that we don't need to pay a gardener
- "Moondancer will prune the bushes next time she's naughty."
- >But it doesn't happen as often as that
- >Papa is usually very forgiving
- >And that's why it hurts so bad to disappoint him today
- "Come on, Moony, let's get this over with."
- >It's time to get in position
- >Bent over the arm of the sofa
- >Just looking at it makes my heart race
- >But I've resolved to be brave
- >I lifted my front hooves up
- >I leaned forward so my back hooves came off the floor
- >Helpless now, just waiting for my punishment
- >Even though I couldn't see it now, from my awkward position I could hear Papa break the tip of the branch off with his teeth
- >He stomped on the end a few times too
- >Papa is kind to do this
- >Removing the hard tip...fraying the end of the switch
- >This way it doesn't leave a welt
- >But it's still gonna hurt plenty
- >No! I couldn't take it!
- >I lost my nerve and hopped up from the arm of the sofa
- >Crying for all I was worth I would beg Papa to punish me some other way
- >Surely he would melt when he saw how scared and truly sorry I was
- >I spun around to begin pleading in earnest
- "Papa, please, I..."
- >But the look in my Papa's face just froze the words in my mouth
- >He was sad
- >In fact he looked as close to tears as I was
- >And I understood
- >Papa loves me, it hurts him to do this
- >And I'm making it worse for him by begging and crying
- >He saved the whole family last night
- >He doesn't deserve this now
- >Head hung low, I apologized
- "Sorry Papa. I won't move anymore, I promise."
- >He nodded and gently motioned toward the sofa
- >And I got back in position without another word
- >I flinched when I heard a fearsome swish through the air
- >But Papa was only testing his swing
- >Oooohhhh...it's not like he hasn't had plenty of practice
- >The real sign that he was ready came next
- "Eek!"
- >I don't care who you are, a little blank-flank filly or a mature young mare
- >When a stallion, even her own Papa, grabs her dock and pulls her tail out of the way a girl is gonna squeak a little
- "Sweetheart, I'm very sorry to do this, but you know why I just can't let this slide, right?"
- >I sobbed with guilt
- >I deserved this, I should welcome it
- >But I was scared out of my wits
- >Any moment now my rump was going to be in agony and I'd be howling
- "Y-yes, Papa. I'm sorry I was careless. I could have *sob* killed everypony and I feel awful."
- >Papa didn't say anything else
- >He just gave a pat on my back
- >I clenched my teeth and tensed every muscle
- *Swishhhhh*SNAP!*
- >Oh my gosh it couldn't possibly have hurt that much last time!
- >I gasped for air before I could even squeal in pain
- >Papa gave me a moment to catch my breath after the first one but after that the switching really began
- *SNAP!* *SNAP!* *SNAP!*
- >Just a flick of the horrible switch was enough to paint a stinging line of pink across my backside
- "Whhhaaahhh! Ow! Ouch! Eek! WhaaAAAHH!"
- >I tried to stay still and be a good girl
- >I really did want to make this easy on Papa
- >And who am I fooling? I hoped behaving myself would end this ordeal sooner
- "OwwooOWWwwooOWWww! I'm EEK! sorry, P- Papa!"
- >But Papa had a certain number of lines he planned to paint across my tush and I wasn't getting up until the job was done
- >It was hard to believe how such a little stick could hurt so much
- >Barely enough to support a pigeon
- >But it stung so badly that my legs and rump danced despite my efforts to stay still
- >Stiff enough to hurt like murder
- >But bendy enough that it wrapped around my rump with each whack
- >Yep, I'd really picked a good one
- >BOO, HUUU, Why do I have to be so good at picking switches!?
- *THWOP* *THWOP* *THWOP*
- >The stinging flicks of the spanking's beginning gave way to more solid whacks
- >Now each painful lash burned and left a lingering streak of torment
- >The worst is where two lashes cross
- >And as the switching went on those horribly sore spots began to cover my cheeks
- >It might sound like this spanking went on forever
- >It certainly felt that way to me, laying on my belly crying my eyes out
- >Wishing on every magical fairy-tale star for this lash to be the last
- >But remember practicality; I still had to go to school, Papa still had to go to work
- >He didn't have all day to spend burning up my butt
- >Thank Celestia for that!
- "OWWW! Bwwwhhhuuuu, Paaappppaaaa, please, Eek! Please no more!"
- >Papa had a set number in mind, and when he reached it he just stopped
- >No warning, no grand finale...he just laid down the switch
- >And the worst was over
- >Allowed to get up, I danced around on all 4 hooves
- >My poor heinie was absolutely blazing
- >Moving it stung...standing still burned
- >Nothing made the pain feel better, I just had to wait for it to fade away
- >Which could take hours
- >Papa tolerated the 'Dance of the Well Spanked Filly' for a minute or two
- >Then it was time to get me moving
- "Gather your school bags now, or you'll be late"
- >Hey, you know me
- >My saddlebags were already packed last night
- >But it was torture bending down to slip them on my back
- >Why didn't I just use magic?
- >You try concentrating when you feel like you just sat down on a camp fire.
- >Before I left, Papa gave me a kiss and the money for a cab
- "School is important,
- "Just because you learned one lesson this morning doesn't mean you can be late for all the rest."
- >I thanked him and apologized again
- >As my taxi rolled away I saw him lock the front door and trot off to work
- >He'd be late because he'd spent time dealing with me
- >But he didn't spend money on a taxi for himself
- >He'd rather make sure I'm not late for school
- >That's just the kind of Papa he is
- >Well, at least I got to take a cab to school instead of walking, right?
- >Ugh...my bad day continues
- >It's one of the older model cabs with no leaf-spring suspension or padded seat
- >And Canterlot has cobblestone streets
- >EVERY bump in the road gets transmitted right up to the hard bench seat
- >And my pitiful punished posterior
- >I tried standing up but the driver didn't like it
- "I'm sorry Miss, you'll have to be seated on the bench
- "Safety first, you know!"
- >Ouch!
- "Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns? I'll have to gallop pretty fast to get you there before the first bell."
- >Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, please don't do that!
- "That isn't necessary, Sir."
- "Nah, don't worry, Miss. You won't be late for class on my watch!"
- >And he took off running
- >My sore rear bouncing on the hard wooden bench
- >The whole cab shaking as we rattled along cobbled streets
- >It was like getting spanked all over again
- >But what was I supposed to do?
- >I couldn't ask the cabby to slow down
- >He might ask why, and I wasn't going to tell him I'd just gotten a switching from my Papa
- >He was kinda cute...I'd die of embarrassment
- >I got to school on time
- >Gave my driver the excess of what Papa had given me as a tip
- >Though I'd rather have given him a punch on the snout!
- >My poor bottom was worse than before
- >Ponies have pretty soft tails, but mine felt like sandpaper against my hindquarters
- >At least my friends would commiserate
- >I felt sore, guilty, ashamed, angry...just generally awful
- >But I knew my friends would make me feel better
- >There was one in particular I really wanted to talk to
- >Twilight Sparkle and I have been pals since foal-school
- >She'll understand me
- >I'll feel better once I talk to her
- >And that will help me get through the day
- "Hey, Have you seen Twilight Sparkle?"
- >By 4th period I'd had no luck finding Twilight
- >She's really busy these days
- >Full schedule of classes plus private lessons from the Princess
- >I'm proud of how successful my friend is
- >Years ago, when we were both little fillies we made a deal
- "One of us is gonna be Valedictorian, one of us will be Salutatorian"
- "It doesn't matter which one is which, the other won't be jealous"
- >That's gonna be a great day for both of us
- >But now I just want to talk to Twilight
- >Get a hug...some much needed sympathy
- >The other fillies are sweet, they told me how sorry they were I got in trouble
- >They tell me how glad they are I didn't get blown up
- >They tried to reassure me my rump doesn't look too bad
- "You can hardly notice it!"
- "Unless somepony looks right at your bottom."
- >I still felt like every pony in school was looking
- >Okay, 6th period
- >Twilight and I both have that period free
- >It's was huge relief, I'd been bottling up emotions all day
- >I just need to put my arms around Twilight and have a good, long cry
- >The fillies bathroom in the West corridor seemed like the best place to wait
- >She usually pops in there right after potions class
- >We'll have plenty of time to talk then
- >The door opened!
- >But it's only Lemon Hearts
- >She's my friend too
- >I'm happy to see her but she's not the one I was hoping for
- >She saw that something was wrong so I told her the whole story
- "Ohhh, I'm so sorry!"
- >It was nice to get a hug and a little sympathy
- "If it's any consolation I got yelled at last night too
- "My Dad threatened to cut my allowance if my Literature grade doesn't come up to at least a B."
- >I offered to help;
- "Okay, I'll come by after school then and we can study."
- "Thanks! That'll be a big help!"
- >But the bell rang and she had to gallop off to class
- >I was still waiting for Twilight...
- >I waited almost the whole period
- >Where was she?
- >Since I had this period free I checked all the usual spots
- >Library, cafeteria, library again
- >Seriously, this is Twilight we're talking about...where else would she be?
- >I began to get upset
- >I was gonna feel really lousy if I didn't get to talk to my best friend
- >It's all that was keeping me going
- >That little morale boost I knew Sparkle could give me
- >It would be enough to get me through the rest of this awful day
- >But where is she?
- "Are you looking for Twilight Sparkle?"
- >A colt in a lower grade asked me
- "Uh, yeah? How did you know?"
- "Because you're talking to yourself."
- >He pointed down the hall with his hoof
- "I saw her in the geology lab just a little while ago"
- >I totally forgot to thank him...I just went off running
- "A'Hem! No running in the halls, Miss Moondancer!"
- >Damn...Ms. Inkwell. Okay, I went off at a brisk canter
- >It didn't take me long to reach the geology classroom
- >And I was just in time
- *CRASH*
- >Yep, I ran straight into her
- >Second time today
- >We were both a little dazed, but Twi recognized me so I must not have run into her too hard
- "Hi Moondancer...what brings you here? I thought you had this period free?"
- >My muzzle hurt, but I was just so relieved I threw my arms around Twilight
- "Oh my gosh, I'm having the WORST DAY EVER!"
- >We ducked into the nearest fillies' room so we could talk
- >And I poured my heart out to Twilight
- >Beginning with the pudding
- >I told her about the stove, and the gas I left turned on
- >About how Papa found it
- >About picking my switch in the morning
- >The newspaper delivery brat...nice old Mr. Yasgur
- >And my switching,
- >How much it hurt, how humiliating it was
- >How ashamed I felt for almost blowing up my whole family because of pudding
- >I didn't leave out the torturous ride in the taxi either
- "And then I finally found you!"
- >Twi listened to every word of my story with sympathy
- "I'm so sorry for you, Moondancer!"
- "But everything is okay now, right?"
- >Wait, what did she say?
- >She's supposed to commiserate with me...agree with me even if I'm wrong
- >Make me feel better
- "It was super lucky your Dad smelled the leaking gas
- "And nopony was hurt."
- >Well, yeah...but...
- "I know the switching must have been awful, but it's all over now."
- >This is not right, this is not what I've been looking forward to all day
- >She gives you a quick hug and pulls away
- "I'm really sorry you got in trouble. I hope you're feeling better now but I've got to run. Princess Celestia gave me 3 new spells to practice"
- >She paused and asked me;
- "So, you're gonna be okay, right?"
- >I'd feel better if we could spend some time talking
- >But I didn't say that out loud like I wanted to
- "Yeah...I'll be fine."
- "Alright...ohmygosh, I'm late...I gotta go! We'll talk later, okay?"
- >Sure. Later.
- >That was it?
- >I was looking forward to that all day to help me through this sad abyss
- >Two minutes, a quick hug and she's gone?
- >I wanted to cry again, but what was the point?
- >So I just washed my face and left the bathroom
- >The last few hours of this day were gonna drag on like months
- >And the big morale boost I was hoping for amounted to a big pile of horseapples
- >I'm on my own
- >Well, there's still some time left on my free period
- >May as well hit the library
- >What else is there to do?
- >You can always count on books
- >They'll never leave you hanging
- >They'll always be there when you need them
- >Like you thought your friend would be
- >Sigh.
- END
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