NOTE: All characters in this story despite being in a high school setting are portrayed as if 18 or older. This series will contain gratuitous amounts of spanking among other lewd situations and is not for everyone. Please enjoy.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Spike groaned loudly and rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head. Then he rolled over and pulled a blanket over his face, trying to smother out the sound of his alarm clock. It didn’t help as its shrill shriek pierced through his fluffy goosefeather-filled armor, straight into his brain. He kicked his feet a few times, took in a deep breath, pushed away his comforter, his pillow, his Masked Matterhorn body pillow, and a small selection of 12-inch Draco-pets plushies before finally rolling over and slamming his hand down on the ‘off’ switch.

Silence reigned. He let out a delighted sigh and let his body flop back down onto the bed for a moment before he started to wipe at his eyes, taking few deep breaths. “Mmmph… mmm…” he groaned, sitting up, letting out a few yawns. “Urf… tired… stupid alarm,” he mumbled. The dragon rolled out of bed, doing a few stretches as he slowly let his body warm up. He went through is usual morning routine. He brushed his fangs, he cleaned his scales, he made sure that he clipped his claws, and showered away all the grit that seemed to accompany a good night’s sleep. He didn’t spend nearly as much time as he usually did, however, mostly because he didn’t have the time to pamper himself as he had over the summer.

It was the start of his sophomore year at Galaxia high, one of the most prestigious high schools in the entire country, and he was hoping that this one would be a lot more eventful than his first.

All right, it wasn’t that his Freshman year had been bad, perse, but it just seemed like a bit of a boring blur to him. He’d done nothing to really make the year standing out. He’d just faded into the background, done what he had to, and that was that.

And so, that summer, he had resolved to make this year much more productive, much more memorable than his first!

Right now, though, his lack of energy was making it tough for him to care about that. He slid on the button up shirt and dark blue pants that made up the Galaxia uniform for boys. He stumbled his way down the stairs, grabbed his bag and the large bento box his mother had put together for his lunch, made his way down to the launch pad, and took his private airship down to a small pad in the city, a brief walk from the campus. He’d been trying for a while to convince his mother to let him just fly his way to school, but she insisted that he wasn’t ready for that yet, despite having wings since middle school, and having taken private flying lessons not long afterwards. “I’m not going to take the chance of you clipping a tree or some irresponsible daredevil pegasus slamming into you,” she told him. “You’ll take the airship down to the city until I am confident that you’ll be perfectly safe on your own in the air.”

That had been the end of their conversation.

So, being the dutiful son that he was, he agreed to just use their airship, but refused to ride it all the way to the school, worried about coming off as a privileged in front of the other students. He didn’t want that sort of attention. Not in that way, at least. He’d rather earn the attention through his actions rather than showing off.

The walk to the school was always a pleasant, quiet affair. The city streets of Canterlot were always pretty lightly packed this early in the morning, at least in the district where the school was located.

Galaxia high itself was a rather beautiful establishment, complete with the latest and best in education. It taught not only basic classes, but also advanced and technical classes, as well as many entry level college classes. It welcomed students of everything tribe and species as well, which was why a few dragons like him sat in class alongside not only earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns, but even creatures like changelings, kirins, donkeys, bison, and there was even some weird rumors going around that they would be considering applications from Timber Wolves starting some time in the future.

Spike often wondered how rumors like that got started. He shrugged and headed into the large amphitheater, where the opening ceremonies for the school year would be taking place. It was mostly only used for the drama club and programs of that nature the rest of the year. It did impress Spike how they were able to fit in so many students. It didn’t look any bigger than any other ordinary theater from the outside. Still, it easily managed to house the entire student body, the faculty, and a few other random visitors without issue.

He shuffled in, weaving his way through students already looking to find their seats, or talking with one another after their long summer break, but he was mostly just interested in finding the area assigned to his class. Events like this, for simplicity’s sake, were divided into classes, and each class was expected to sit with their fellow students. But when everyone was gathered around like this, navigation became a bit of a problem.

“SPIKE! HEY! SPIKE! OVER HERE, SPIKE!”

He jumped a little bit at hearing his name called. More specifically, he jumped at it being called in such a loud, exuberant, and energetic manner. The source of the voice wasn’t hard to find. A pretty, light pink pony with a slightly darker pink mane and tail, as poofy and bouncy as could be, was hopping up and down among all the other ponies nearby, waving to him and trying to gain his attention. He smiled, raising his own hand in greeting and giving her a much more reserved wave as he slowly picked his way through the crowd, making his way towards the bouncing pony.

After a few moments of inching his way through the crowd, and apologizing profusely for a few misaimed claw and wing stretches, he managed to get to the pink pony, who had apparently been bouncing up and down on top of one of the theater’s fold-out seats. Spike gave a light laugh and sat down next to her, at the edge of the aisle. “Hey there, Pinkie,” he greeted.

“Hey Spike!” she greeted in delight, flopping down onto the seat she’d been bouncing on, grinning at him. He blushed and looked away, noticing the way her short skirt fluttered up when she was jumping. He totally hadn’t seen her cute, pure white pantys with sunflower print on each cheek, nope, not at all, no sir. “I was afraid I was gonna miss you!”

“Pinkie, I’m pretty sure you could get anyone’s attention, even across a football stadium if you really wanted to.”

“Well, there was that time in sixth grade,” she mused before shaking her head. “Anyway, you seen Twilight anywhere? I haven’t seen her since I got here.”

“I haven’t been here that long myself,” Spike said with a shrug. “I haven’t seen her, no.”

“Aw poo, I hope she’s not absent.”

“Pinkie, It’s Twilight,” Spike pointed it. “There’s no way that she’d miss a day of school, especially not the first day. She’s around here somewhere, I’m sure we’ll meet up with her.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh! That reminds me,” he pulled his bag into his lap and rifled through it for a moment, before sliding out a sheet of paper. “Did you get your schedule?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!” she said with a nod, reaching into her own back and pulling out her own schedule, which was looking more than a little crumpled and well worn for something she’d probably had for only around a week. She carefully smoothed it out in her lap as best as she could and the two of them held their sheets side by side as they tried their best to figure out which classes they’d have together. The two of them had been good friends since elementary school, it felt like.

“Hmm,” Spike said, examining the two schedules side by side. “Looks like we’re going to have gym together, of course. And a study hall too!”

“Oh, look at that, looks like we’re taking Ms. Harshwhinny’s history class together too!” she said, pointing it out. Spike nodded and smiled. “Hmm… and… yeah, looks like we’ve also got an art class together.”

“Aww, you aren’t taking baking with me?” she asked with a light pout.

“After what happened during the basic cooking class last year?” he taunted with a smirk. “I’ll leave the baking to you.”

“You act like eggs don’t explode on their own every day!”

“Uh… they don’t?”

“Far as you know,” she huffed.

He laughed a little bit and pat her back. “We’ll have to find Twilight during home room and see if we can compare schedules with her then.”

“Yeah,” Pinkie said, craning her head up again to look around the auditorium one more time. “Seriously, she should be somewhere around here, shouldn’t she?”

“You’d think,” Spike murmured. “She’s definitely here at school, she wouldn’t miss a day unless it was really bad… but you know how she feels about crowds?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t even like being on an elevator when it’s full,” Pinkie mused with a giggle. “Guess we’ll figure it out, huh?”

Spike nodded as someone tapped on a microphone up at the front of the theater and encouraged all the students and faculty to find their seats so that they could begin. Spike sighed and leaned back, examining his schedule for a moment as he only half listened to the opening ceremonies.

Spike let out a soft yawn as he walked out of the theater. The opening ceremony was a tradition that he honestly thought didn’t need to exist, as it was mostly the same sort of stuff over and over. A welcome to the students, a brief introduction and overview for the new staff and students, a brief going over for what had changed this year… important stuff, he supposed, but stuff that he didn’t think everyone needed to be a part of.

The rest of first period was designated as a free period for the students since they’d already sacrificed the first twenty or so minutes for the ceremony. It was also meant to encourage students to explore and get to know the school, find where all the facilities and classrooms were, and perhaps find a few friends to chat with before their day officially began.

Spike was already well acquainted with the various rooms and halls of the school due to the frequent visits he had made to it with his mother during her work. He remembered being very fascinated with the place back during his younger days, seeing all of the students towering over him and seeing all the vast rooms and sprawling hallways. He’d thought it was a giant maze. His mother had even teased him once by saying there was a minotaur that roamed around the school, forever lost and looking for the exit.

He had to laugh at the fact that he believed her.

He’d promised to meet up with Pinkie for their second period history class together, but told her that he just wanted to do some wandering. Pinkie had accepted that, and said she was just going to see if she could locate Twilight, and had rushed off to check the library, where she could usually be found if she didn’t have class.

So, spike just spent some time walking around, looking at everything. It wasn’t like a lot had changed since he’d been here, but he still liked to explore now and then…

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK!

He blinked, stopping in the middle of the locker-filled hallways. That was an unusual sound… well, okay, not super unusual.

For all the school’s great features for the students, there was one old fashioned system that the school still had in place that made everyone wary. Corporal punishment was still alive and well here. Anyone caught breaking rules of any sort could very easily find themselves with a bare, red butt, courtesy of a paddle or a strap from one of the teachers or other faculty members… or probably worst of all, the senior prefects, who also had what was known as ‘spanking privileges.’

But for him to hear the sound of a smacking so early on the first day of school? That was a new one on him. He knew he probably shouldn’t, that it was most likely a private affair, but a part of him couldn’t help but be curious. Who was spanking who? For what? Why was it so loud and easy to hear from the halls?

Spike’s feet seemed to move faster than his brain in this instance, as they turned deliberately towards the sound of the slapping and carried him closer. The slaps grew louder and more vibrant as he approached, and soon enough he could hear the yelping and whimpering of the unfortunate recipient mixing with the slaps and smacks and whaps.

He turned the corner and found himself near one of the many janitor’s closets strewn throughout the school. The door for it was cracked, just wide enough for someone to fit their face inside. The slaps sounded like they were coming from within, and now he could more easily make out some of the words being said.

“Ow! ACK! S-stop it this instant, you demon! OW! You beast!”

“Aww, now that’s not nice at all,” a second voice teased. “I wanna hear some apologies coming from that big, fat mouth of yours, unicorn. And then maybe I’ll consider laying off this big, fat ass of yours.

“OWW! N-no need to get so personal! ACK! You fiend!”

Spike felt his face starting to heat up. Taking a deep breath and looking around to make sure no one else was there, he slowly edged his way to the door and took a peek inside. What he saw almost made his nose become a blood fountain.

Inside, bent over a bare Janitor’s cart, was a pure white unicorn, with a beautiful, swirling purple mane and tail. Her skirt was flipped up and her panties yanked down all the way to her knees. She was currently kicking and squirming so much that they were slowly traveling southwards, towards her ankles. Her rear end, which Spike had a perfect view of, was currently throbbing and pulsing a hot, flaming crimson, every inch of what was once no doubt a pretty, plush, pristine ass, totally covered in painful red.

Spike shivered and grabbed his crotch, trying his best not to let out a moan at the sight. Her bottom was an impressive size, even for a unicorn mare, and as another couple of spanks impacted, he got to see it wobble and jiggle up and down beautifully. She glanced over her shoulder, thankfully not towards the door, but towards her bottom. Her pretty face was accented by a streak if tears under each eye, and a nervous grimace on her lips.

It took him a moment, but then he recognized her. That was Rarity Belle, a prominent unicorn student who had made a splash during last year with a demonstration of very dextrous magical abilities. Though Spike remembered her more for the gym class they’d shared together where she insisted on wearing very tight, form fitting shorts. He’d always wanted to ask her out, but had never managed to work up the courage to do so before the year’s end.

The young dragon was so distracted by the sexual beauty that was in front of him that he almost missed out on who was doing the spanking completely, but once he saw who it was, it almost ruined his mood.

Almost.

The one holding the unicorn down, the one whipping her bottom, and the one who looked like he was getting quite a bit of pleasure out of the whole thing, was a big, red dragon, with a pleased snarl on his face.

Garble. Of course it would be Garble.

Spike knew him much better than he would care to. Garble was a grade ahead of him and had been tormenting him since elementary school. He was a bully, and everyone knew about it. Back in elementary and middle school, he hadn’t really been able to bully others, so he’d singled Spike out. But once they’d started going to a school full of other species, he’d apparently diversified a little bit, from what Spike understood. He loved to assert dominance, especially on soft and squishy ponies. A part of him had to wonder just what the poor unicorn had done to earn the red dragon’s ire.

Chances were good, it had been something pretty petty.

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! WHAP!

“OW! OUCH! C-cease this at once, or I will see you expelled,” she yelped, though her voice cracked when she made the threat.

“You try it, and I’ll beat your ass again,” he threatened. “Harder. And longer.” He smirked. “And by that point, I might start to think that you actually LIKE it!”

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

Spike winced a bit at the strength of the blows. They were more than enough to pancake her large cheeks, and each slap left her rump wobbling up and down.

A part of Spike’s mind screamed at him to get in there and do something about this, that she needed help and that she didn’t deserve the bare bottom blistering she was receiving right now. He should confront Garble, and get him to lay off of that fair maiden, even if he couldn’t do anything physical, and was likely to end up getting his own ass beat in the process.

But there was another part of his mind, a much louder part that screamed for both self-preservation and voyeurism. That part demanded that he stayed right where he was and didn’t try to be any sort of hero, especially when it would most likely end with him getting beaten up and looking weak in front of the pretty unicorn. Better to just hang back and conveniently bump into her and comfort her later, if he could figure out a way to stealthily act like he had just found out about the state of her backside.

But right now? No, probably better to just… watch.

SLAP! SLAP! SPLAT! SMACK!

“OWWW! WAAAH! S-stop it! OW! It hurts! OH! OHH! I’m begging you, I’ll be good!”

“That’s right,” Garble grunted. “That’s what I like to hear. Unicorn brats with big butts need some good, long hard spankings to learn their place, don’t they?

“Y-YES! OWW, whatever you say!” Rarity howled. “PLEEESE, I’m a good girl, staaaahp!” she bawled.

But Garble didn’t stop. If anything, her begging just seemed to encourage him to go faster. The spanks rained down rapidly and her thick tush wobbled and jiggled and bobbed up and down. By now, her panties had slid all the way down to her ankles, and had been kicked off of one, so they were hanging on by only a single leg and might be kicked off at any point!

Spike was rather amazed that no one else had come running at this point, especially since Rarity’s helps and whimpers had long since turned into howl’s of anguish. He supposed not a lot of ponies were using this particular hallway right now…

Spike shivered and realized he’d been massaging his crotch through his pants this whole time. The entire display was just so erotic. And then, as if to put a capstone on the entire display, Rarity lifted both of her legs and spread them wide, giving a wild buck as her horn started to uncontrollably spark. Several things happened at once, most of them feeling pretty overwhelming for Spike. First, the jerking motion finally made her panties fly from her ankle, making them land off in a corner near the door, which gave Spike a chance to get a much better peek at them. They were red, frilly things, looking just a touch too small to fully cover her cheeks. She’d probably be regretting that decision after all this was over, that was for sure.

Secondly, her wide splaying gave Spike a good look at everything she had between her legs. He caught a very good look at a clean-shaven peach underneath and had to bite down on his tongue extra hard to keep himself from really letting loose after that. She also looked back over her shoulder again afterwards and he caught a glance at her face. She looked so cute with her tear stained face, her lips curled in an ‘O’ shape as she cried out and sobbed, her ears lowered… gods she was beautiful, even when spanked.

Garble smirked and gave her sit spots a good working over afterwards, giving her ten powerful smacks each before finally releasing her wrists and rubbing his palms together. “Hmhm,” he chuckled. “I guess we’ll call it good for now,” he said, glancing at her as she immediately shifted her hands to her bottom, cupping the red, sore cheeks. “Guess you’ll think twice about mouthing off to me, hm?”

“No! N-never again!” Rarity said between sobs.

“Good.” He nodded, still dusting his palm. “Damn pony asses. Even the fat ones can take so much punishment,” he grumbled, turning away and walking towards the door. Spike quickly slid to the side, hiding himself behind it as the door opened and Garble walked off, not seeing him at all. The door slid back to its nearly closed state and Spike remained against the wall for a moment, waiting until Garble rounded a corner and was out of sight before he attempted to move. Maybe now was a good time to comfort her?

He chanced another peek inside and almost let out another lusty gasp. Rarity had stood up and was currently examining her bottom using a hand-mirror. One hand was gently cupping and caressing her sore, red cheeks as she whimpered and moaned to herself, a pout on her lips. “Oooh dear,” she sniffled. “I won’t ever sit again after this. I’ll be squirming all day trying to sit at those uncomfortable desks… what will my mother say at dinner time? And if Sweetie finds out I was spanked at school, I’ll never hear the end of it.” She continued to rub and caress and stroke her butt as she spoke, trying to work away some of the sting as she examined her bottom as thoroughly as she could.

The act was, to Spike, almost as erotic as the spanking itself. They way she’d cup her cheeks and lift them before letting them go and watching them wobble, the way that her skirt half hid her cheeks as it was pinned above her tail, the way that she wiggled and shifted her weight from foot to foot in an ‘I’ve just been spanked’ sort of way…

It was too much.

The young dragon twisted around and dashed down the hall, not caring if she heard him. He was already around the corner well before she could have peeked her head out to see who had been peeping, and she wouldn’t chance going out into the hall in her condition. But right now, Spike was in a situation where he HAD to get to a bathroom.

Thankfully, he found an unoccupied one, slid in, and locked himself in the stall, finally letting out all of the breaths he had been holding in. Gods above, there was no way he could hold back on this. He slid down his pants, straddled the toilet seat and began to gently stroke his already throbbing member. He was already pent up from the edging he’d been doing, but even as he recalled the scene, he felt his mind wandering, forming a new fantasy around Rarity.

He sat before her, at a teacher’s desk, the chair pulled out, his arms crossed as he looked up at her, a grin on his face. “Rarity,” he said, in a scolding voice, “You’ve been a very, very bad girl.”

“Oh yes sir,” Rarity agreed, toying with the front of her blue skirt. “But please, won’t you take mercy on me?”

“There is no mercy for naughty brats like you,” he declared with a grunt, reaching over and grabbing her skirt and panties, slowly sliding it down, all the way to her ankles. He drew her close and grinned, holding her close, nuzzling her hip. “Mmm, such a naughty big-bottomed mare.” His long, forked tongue snaked out and trailed along her bottom cheek, making her squeak and let out a girlish giggle as it tickled her sensitive tush. “And what happens to very bad girls with very big bottoms?” he asked.

She moaned and gave another soft wiggle. “They have their bottoms bared, get bent over a big, strong knee, and are soundly spanked until they are very sorry for being so bratty.”

“That’s right,” he said with a nod, taking her hips, giving her a light squeeze before drawing her down, over his lap. “But I think you’ve earned something a bit more than a bare hand spanking.” He took her wrists and pinned them to her back, along with her tail. Then he reached behind… something or other, and drew out a large, heavy, wooden paddle, with a series of eight holes drilled into it. He rested the cold wood against her cheeks, pushing hard enough to make her plush, plump buttocks wobble. He felt her shiver and moan, and he did too.

Spike grinned down at her and raised the paddle up. “WHAP! WHAP! WHACK! WHAP!” it came down hard and fast against her bare, white bottom.

“Oh! Oh yes, Spike,” she moaned. “Please spank my naughty bottom until it’s nice and red!” she bucked against him, moaning, her hips brushing against his member. Spike continued to spank her, over and over and over again.

“Oh Rarity… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… aaaaah~”

Spike groaned in delight and relief as he orgasmed, panting and shivering as his mess fell into the toilet. He smiled and sighed, letting the fantasy fade away, but filing it away for future reference. As he pumped himself a few more times and reached for the toilet paper to clean himself off, he heard the warning bell go off and sighed. He’d have to head for History before he got in trouble. As he wiped himself off and took a few deep, calming breaths, he mused at how long it had been since he’d had a fantasy like that.

About someone he knew.

Probably the last time was… when he first seen Twilight getting spanked by her mother… and the first time Pinkie had mooned him.

He sighed and groaned, shaking his head before he started letting older memories grasp him. He did NOT want to be late to Ms. Harshwhinny’s class, and he certainly didn’t want to have to answer any questions about WHY he was late.

He finished cleaning himself up, made sure to flush all the evidence, stretched himself out, regained his breath, and walked out of the bathroom, now really ready to start his first day as a sophomore at Galaxia High School.