Punishing My Pink Puffball

>Two months in, and you’d seen so much progress already.
>it wasn’t uncommon for successful weight loss journeys to begin with a rapid shedding of pounds
>and sure enough, as soon as you’d put the little pink puffball on her new diet, she had dropped from obese to simply a bit overweight within such a short period of time

>It hadn’t been easy for her to adjust to it, especially not at first.
>For the first week, you had to put your foot down at her pouting, shake your head at her pleading eyes, and insist on giving her more healthy food options instead.
>lots of veggies, whole grains, and eggs
>and a whole lot LESS of the baked good sugar bombs that she’d been used to eating since you’d gotten her over a year ago
>True, Pinkie Pie was a great baker, but sometimes it was to the point she’d been having a whole pan of brownies per day
>homemade, of course!

>you’d put up with it, found it endearing even.
>you didn’t mind her size being somewhat pudgy, really, even as she’d gained some weight with you
>you would have been fine with her right where she was at…

>that is, until, your last trip to the doctor
>And your worst fears has been realized.

>Pinkie Pie was prediabetic.
>Only an immediate change in lifestyle and a new, low-sugar diet was going to be the solution.
>And so, you’d done exactly that, starting your little pink pony on the road to recovery
>And it had been working so well…

>until the past week, that is. You had weighed her at the end of the week, just like you normally do
>and it had shown a five pound INCREASE in weight
>but you wouldn’t have been alarmed, had it not been for… THAT look
>that look on her face, the little shrinking of her pupils, and the way that her back hooves crossed nervously when the number popped up on the scale
>that look was the one she always made when you caught her in the middle of doing something naughty
>you knew it well…

>You asked her about it, and the only thing she had to say was a stammering reply
>followed by some kind of canned excuse…

>it didn’t sit right with you then, and after a day of thinking about it, it still didn’t sit right with you now
>she had been more active lately, true, but you doubted she would have gained two pounds of muscle in just one week
>come to think of it, that just didn’t seem possible
>you’d been making sure her calories were at a deficit each day, and there was mathematically no way that she could have gained so much weight if she was sticking to your plan
>so, you’d went looking around the house…

>and when you had looked under her bed, you found it.
>discarded candy wrappers, forming a little mountain under the bed
>dozens of them
>and next to that, there was a half-empty bag of assorted candy bars
>the sight made you stomach sink.

>you hate to say it, but you knew it.
>there was
>clearly, she had gotten the candy from somewhere else, too
>spent her allowance money online somehow, and gotten the package without your knowledge

>this was bad, and you had to do something
>and while she didn’t need it very often, this time... she’d done something very, very bad
>something dangerous to her health
>and something behind your back, without your permission

>you’d taken all of the candy wrappers and the big candy bag out from under her bed, and put them on top of the mattress as a showcase of the evidence
>and now, all that was left was to call her name and tell her to come here

>this confrontation was going to be hard by itself
>but the harder thing was the fact that, you knew deep down, that something like this was not something you could just shrug off

>This time, there had to be consequences.

>Pinkie was downstairs right now, you knew
>Watching her favorite baking show on the food channel, or whatever it was called
>you suppose that should have been a warning sign...
>with the candy now on the bed in plain view for anyone to see, it was only a matter of time before she came upstairs and found out what you knew
>but you weren’t going to wait for that.
>You were going to go down there and tell her to come up here yourself, right now.

>the thought of what you were gong to do next made you sigh in disappointment
>but you knew this time, it was for the best.
>She’d gone behind your back, and done something that was fundamentally unsafe for her to do
>starting to sabotage all of her hard work over the past couple of months and pushing herself further to the edge of such a horrible disease like Type 2 diabetes.

>What you had to do tonight was a little drastic
>but you knew it had to be done for her sake.
>you’d never done it before, and the thought of doing it tonight weighed heavy on you
>especially since your little Pinkie Pie was such an overall wonderful pony
>so kind, so enthusiastic, and so energetic
>but this was for the best.
>She was going to think about tonight for a long time, and hopefully every time she thought of disobeying her diet…

>You leave her room, and make way to your closet
>you aren’t wearing one right now, but you have a few belts hanging in your closet
>you eye the thickest and heaviest one, and take it down from the rack
>this one should do the trick…

>you give some thought to how you were going to do this, the belt trembling a little bit in your hand, as you walk back to her room
>you lay it down next to the bed, keeping it out of view enough that she won’t see it right when she walks in
>and after a moment of thought you also decide to take her pillows and stack them at the foot of the bed
>for this, you didn’t want to hit any of the wrong areas, and you wanted your target to be as conspicuous as possible
>these pillows would help greatly with that, that was for sure

>you take a step back, and swallow loudly
>all ready.
>this wasn’t going to be pleasant for anybody, but it had to be done
>this was serious…

>When you go downstairs, you can hear the audio of the baking show before you even enter the room
>You round the corner, to see Pinkie sitting there with her eyes intently watching the TV
>she takes a moment, but when you walk further in, Pinkie notices you there and whips her head around
>there’s a little, sweet smile on her face, and her eyes brighten up
>She points a hoof at the screen, to where a couple of people are standing on opposite sides of a table
>and in between them, there is a big, three layer cake with chocolate frosting and a spectacular pattern made out of sprinkles and what appears to be fondant decorating the whole thing
>She grins widely

>”Hey, Anon! Look at THAT cake! She only had three hours to make it, but it turned out beautifully!” she says with bubbly, contagious enthusiasm.
>”Are you busy? You could watch the rest with me! The competition is really heating up and the next episode is the semifinal!”

>Oh boy.
>That look, that smile…
>You didn’t want to, but you were about to ruin it.
>She had no idea that she was about to be looking very, very different in a few minutes…

>You sigh deeply, and regard the oblivious pink pony with a side-eyed glare
>She stays smiling for a moment, but when your look doesn’t let up, her smile fades
>now, her expression is one of nervous uncertainty

>You reach over to the remote, and without a word, you turn off the TV.
>Pinkie is quick to protest, her mouth opening up, but you immediately cut her off with a raised finger
>Her eyebrows shoot up with surprise. You decide to cut to the chase right away.
>your voice is calm, but very firm

“Pinkie. I found the candy under your bed.”

>Safe to say, you have never seen the look on her face shift so quickly
>it takes a moment, but with the shocking reveal, her eyes go from surprised to fearful in a single moment
>her ears go from perked up, to pinned behind her head, and she flinches as if you’d just struck her on the cheek
>boy, seeing her look like that actually makes you feel a little sorry for her

>Especially because of what you’re about to do to her.

>You wait for a second to see how she is going to respond to this revelation.
>her lips purse together and she lowers her gaze in shame
>you cross your arms over your chest

“Well, Pinkie. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

>Pinkie doesn’t respond immediately.
>She sniffles and her lip quivers
>she knows the gig is up
>You wait patiently until she at last says something, in a little squeak
>”I-I... I’m sorry, Anon.”

>you shake your head
>Pinkie just slumps in her seat, dejected and ashamed of herself
>you don’t raise your voice, but you don’t need to

“Pinkie Pie. I am so, soooo disappointed in you. You were making such good progress, doing all the right things, and then you… how did you even get the candy?”

>You have an idea of what her answer is going to be, but you try not to assume anything
>Still holding onto hope that it was just laying around from last Halloween or something, but…

>Pinkie sniffles and wipes her eyes
>”I, uhh… I got it delivered, off Amazon…”

“And you used my credit card? Without my permission? Pinkie…”

>Oh boy, does she wilt under your admonishment
>She makes herself small, lowering her snout to her forelegs submissively
>But she doesn’t deny it. She’s not gonna lie to you now.
>in fact, she even nods her head in affirmation
>You sigh

>This was a combination of lying and stealing that you simply were not going to tolerate.
>Pinkie Pie closes her eyes, and exhales deeply

>”I-I’m sorry. I lied, I stole… and I deserve w-whatever punishment you think.”

>Pinkie cringes tearfully the moment those words leave her mouth.
>And you know it’s because she knows what this means

>Truth be told, you’d threatened her a couple of times before
>Particularly when her carelessness either made a big mess of things or got on your last nerve…
>It was true that you did still love that about her, her perky energy and optimism
>it was something you grew to appreciate and love about her
>but sometimes, it took a bit of a threat to get her to, well, “come back to Earth”
>And once you did, her behavior pretty much corrected itself immediately
>and, you have to admit, to your mild amusement

>You know she’s an adult, but in many ways she acts a lot like a child
>that’s just the way ponies are, you suppose
>so it only seemed fitting to threaten her with a spanking when she was acting up
>and even though she’s an adult pony, the threat of one never failed to get her attention

>but you’d never needed to follow through…
>until tonight.

Alright, so sorry for my delay getting any update out there. I will shoot for having a full update before the next thread. So now, we come to a question: Pinkie is clearly getting a spanking in a minute. But she is clearly remorseful. So given that fact, how hard should it be?

a.) Not very hard. A few licks of the belt is all she needs.

b.) Somewhat hard. She deserves a little extra for how serious this is.

>Hard. Pinkie is gonna be very sorry, and her butt is gonna be red as a cherry.

>Very hard. What she did was dangerous, and she isn't gonna sit down for a week.

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>you give it a moment’s thought, with the little pink pony curled up on the sofa in front of you
>her eyes glistening with tears
>and you think about the next step.

>Pinkie was clearly remorseful
>she was resigned to whatever you had in store for her
>and she had owned up to her mistakes just now in front of you.
>Surely she was deserving of some leniency?

>But the more you considered her actions, the more you feel the firm sense of resolve you had before.
>Pinkie was prediabetic, and only a serious change in diet and fitness was going to ensure that it didn’t progress.
>she had stolen your money to get candy
>and done something dangerous to her own health.

>As such, you figure with grave resolve, the punishment needs to be a bit harsh.
>After all, she’s earned it.

>So, with the die cast and Pinkie’s fate sealed in your mind, you lift a finger and make a “come here” motion

Alright, Pinkie. Follow me. We’re gonna… we’re gonna do this in your room.”

>Pinkie knows what you mean.
>She bites her quivering lip, and her pupils grow ever wider
>but she’s not going to fight your command now.
>Pinkie nods her head, wipes her eyes, and slinks down off the couch

>”Y-Yes, Anon… I’m sorry…”

“I know. Follow me, Pinkie.”

>”Yes, Anon…”

>She indeed follows you upstairs, but she’s silent as the grave
>her poofy mane is a little flat and droopy, now, too
>she knows what’s coming…

>When you get to her room, Pinkie’s eyes fixate on the stack of pillows on the end of the bed
>Her pink face turns pale, and she gulps
>but she averts her eyes from you, perhaps out of nervousness and fear, but also perhaps out of shame, too
>It’s downright sad to watch, but you dig deep and once again find your resolve!

>This had to happen, you tell yourself
>She deserved this...

>Well, no point in delaying this further.
>You point at the stack of pillows, and keeping your voice level and steady despite your own feelings of nervousness creeping up, you start to get her into proper position...
>”Okay, Pinkie… come on, climb on up. There, that’s it… now just lay down over these pillows...scooch forward a little…”

>It takes a bit, but despite her shaking legs, Pinkie lays down over the pillows and with your hands guiding her, she shimmes her hips until they are lying directly on top of them
>Sniffling all the while, shaking with fear
>she must be trying not to bolt out the door, you note with a grimace
>even so, she obeys
>every muscle is tense in her body, but after a moment, she lets her upper body go limp with a soft thud onto the bed

>The position leaves her rear end higher up than the rest of her body
>propped up by the pillows, her butt is now pointed toward the ceiling
>her back legs dangle over the edge of the bed, and her forelegs stretch out in front of her
>a little whimper escapes her at her newfound position

>You purse your lips at the prone pony in her new, compromising pose
>Pinkie Pie’s back legs give tiny little nervous kicks, and her tail swishes fearfully
>you give a curt not of your head

>It’ll do.
>You eye the belt lying on the floor, which up to this point had been out of view
>Pinkie’s eyes are nearly shut when you pick it up, but upon hearing the unmistakable “cling cling” of the metal belt buckle, her eyes fly open and her ears perk up
>she whips her head around to look at you from over her shoulder, and immediately when she sees what’s in your hand, she gasps
>Pinkie’s swishing tail suddenly clamps down over her bum, and she begins to stammer

>”A-A b-belt? Oh, oh no, Anon, please no! Please j-just, uhh… use your hand! I promise it’ll hurt enough!”
>Pinkie gazes at you in terror, and her pleas make your heart ache
>and for a moment, you actually consider her begged request…

>No.
>You could use your hand, but… it wasn’t enough.
>not for what she did.
>You close your eyes, exhale, and shake your head
>when you open your eyes, you fix Pinkie with a soft but firm stare
>and more tears spill out of her eyes

“No, Pinkie. What you did was very serious. Sorry, sweetie, but… you’ve earned the belt.”

>No words come out of Pinkie’s mouth, but her lips move silently with more unwhispered pleas
>It’s a sad sight, but you have a job to do now.
>Frowning, you point at her tail with one finger

“Now Pinkie… move your tail.”

>Pinkie’s shivering, and still eyeing the belt in your hand
>and it takes a moment for her to respond
>but at last, closing her eyes in defeat, Pinkie whines, slumps back down onto the bed, and she sighs in defeat.
>”B-But… I… Y-Yes, Anon…”

>Her tail dock twitches, and her tail flips up and off to the side
>exposing her bottom cheeks for what you’re about to do to them
>along with… well, everything else down there, too
>But it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, either
>Ponies didn’t normally wear clothes anyway, after all...

>You fold the belt in half, grip the buckle side tightly in your fist, and with a deep exhale, you lie the thick leather down across her clenching buttocks
>The feeling of the strap against her rear made Pinkie whimper, and her back legs give an anxious little kick
>she bunches up her forelegs under her chin, and as much as she can, curls up into herself
>You breathe in, and focus intensely on the line you’ve drawn across her buns to aim, and raise the belt over your shoulder…

>but just as soon as you do this, it’s like it flips a switch in Pinkie’s brain
>and, in a panic, Pinkie squeaks and her tail swishes back down to protect her bottom
>you catch yourself just before you were about to swing the belt down for the first spank
>uh oh…

>”Anon, n-no, please not the belt! I’m s-sorry!”

“Pinkie Pie, move your tail, missy. I’m not gonna change my mind on this, okay? We’re gonna do this one way or another today…”

>Despite you trying to stay calm, Pinkie, to your absolute shock, doubles down
>Only now, instead of only her tail, Pinkie rolls to her side and reaches back with her hoof now, too!
>You watch as she dislodges herself from the proper position you had her in, and she shakes her head vigorously

>”N-No, i-it’s not f-fair! S’too hard…it was just some dumb candy, please...”

>Oh no.
>That tone of voice just changed from simply fearful, to…

>Pinkie’s eyebrows furrow on her forehead, and suddenly, the look she’s giving you…
>Oh no. Not acceptable.
>you had to do something about this, right now...

>You raise your voice, and this time, it’s enough to make her squeak with surprise

“Pinkie Pie, that is ENOUGH. I’m gonna give you to the count of three, and if you aren’t back in position with your tail out of the way by the time I get there, I’ll... “

>You scramble quickly to think of something
>but all you manage to blurt out, with a shaky voice, is…

“...I’m gonna give you an extra punishment for the whole rest of the week!”

>well, that was shit.
>you have to admit… it didn’t sound nearly as convincing as you had wanted it to be
>and you have no time to think about just what exactly this new punishment is going to be…
>but no matter.

>Pinkie, once again to your shock, does not comply
>Although now, her eyes are widened fearfully once more
>But somehow, despite all of her past times where she has normally been so obedient…
>you start to count

“One… Pinkie…”

>Oh my goodness.
>It isn't working.
>Still nothing.
>Your eyes meet hers, and the look she gives you…

>Holy shit, you’ve never seen anything like it from her
>It’s as if she had morphed from contrite, ready to accept her punishment, to…
>to…
>Defiance

“Two…”

>For a brief moment, it looks like Pinkie gives a start
>She holds her breath, her tail twitches, and it almost, ALMOST, looks as if she is about to comply…
>But then, just as you were holding onto hope
>She doesn’t move.

“...Three.”

So, we made it to three. Now, Pinkie is in for more than she bargained for... but what exactly will this be?

a.) More spanking. This one is straightforward. How much, and when?

b.) One Anon has suggested a muzzle. Could this be sufficient?

c.) Something else? Something harsher, or something more lenient? Perhaps, even some combination of things? Or...

d.) Nothing at all. She called our bluff, we've got to accept it. She still has a spanking coming, after all.

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