Spike was feeling good that morning. He felt well rested, he’d aced his homework, and his mom had even made a reasonably sized breakfast this time, so he didn’t have to feel bad about leaving uneaten piles of pancakes behind.

Yep, the morning was looking up. However, he couldn’t help but notice that after he got to the school just as the pre-school breakfast was being laid out, any time he saw Pinkie and Twilight together, the two of them were always whispering to one another, almost always with a blush on their face too, or some sort of nervous or elated smile on their lips. And the one time he’d made eye contact with Twilight during one of these instances, she’d turned so red, he worried someone might think she was Cheerilee’s younger sister or something.

Finally, he was able to catch up with the two of them as they were finishing their meals in the hall just outside the library. He smiled a little as he got close to them, but blinked when he saw that Twilight was still blushing furiously and even Pinkie’s cheeks seemed a little pinker than normal. He slowly approached them, looking between his two friends for a moment. “Uh, hey,” he said, unsure of how best to approach them. “How’s it going?”

“Awesome!” Pinkie said, still having her boundless, cheery energy despite her strange behavior.

“Oh, fine, fine,” Twilight said, glancing anywhere except at Spike. That gave him a signal that something might be wrong. Twilight was not good at hiding her worries or thoughts. Everything often played out on her face, and she was incapable of keeping eye contact when she was saying something that was too far off from the truth.

Spike’s brow remained raised. “Fine, huh? Then I guess you two are just gonna keep up your secret talk all day?” he asked.

“S-secret talk? We weren’t talking about-”

“We were talking about how you spanked us!” Pinkie said with a small smile.

“Pinkie!” Twilight gasped out in horror.

Spike flushed deeply, probably even more deeply than Twilight while the pink earth mare just stood there, smiling at him. “Um… what?” he asked.

“Well, the two of us met up outside of school before you go here today, and I was complaining about the fact that my butt had finally stopped hurting after mom finished using the new paddle on me, but I still felt like I had to wince every time that I sat down, and she casually mentions that she and Trixie were feeling that for a while and I asked why, and she did her whole, ‘oh, it’s nothing’ thing that she does whenever she’s trying to play off having said something embarrassing, so I pushed her and eventually she said she and Trixie got into this big impressive magical duel that I bet would totally look awesome if they adapted it into a movie-”

“Pinkie, you’re trailing off again,” Spike warned.

“Oh, right, yeah, sorry,” she said with a laugh. “Anyway, after that, I sort of gasped and went ‘you too?’ and she asked me what I meant, so I told her about how you spanked me and we’ve just been talking shop this whole time.”

“Shop?” Spike asked.

“E-exchanging notes,” Twilight clarified, though she still looked horribly embarrassed. “When we both found out that you had… punished us,” she cleared her throat again, “We couldn’t really resist talking it over. What it felt like, how it compared to other punishments…” she trailed off.

“Whether we want you to do it again.” Pinkie finished, making Spike’s body go rigid for a moment. She giggled at his reaction and bumped her hip against his. “C’mon, Spike, don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy yourself!”

“I-I did not,” he argued with a grunt, rubbing his cheeks in the hope that he could smooth the blush away. “Those were…” he dropped his voice, realizing he was talking much louder than was necessary. “Pinkie, those were punishments, of course I didn’t enjoy them.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “So you’re telling me that you had two pretty mares over your knee at different times, completely submissive to you. You bared and smacked their butts until they were bright red, while the mares were squirming and writhing and whimpering over your knees. And afterwards, you hugged and comforted them with them straddling you naked from the waist down, while you rubbed their backs and butts. And you’re telling me you DIDN’T enjoy it? Not even a little?”

“No!” Spike said firmly. But under Pinkie’s unblinking, inquisitive gaze, he found himself walking back his answer in his own mind before finally sighing. “Not… in the moment. I mean yeah, spanking… it’s a bit of a turn on, I guess.”

“You guess?” Twilight asked, trying her best to keep her face neutral, though she was blushing just as much as Spike was.

He groaned a little bit. “A-alright it, it’s a big one. Seeing a bottom getting slapped is very erotic to me. So yeah, I did enjoy your punishments on some level. But I swear to both of you, I was not doing it for any sort of sexual gratification. I kept my mind out of the gutter while I was punishing you.”

“And afterwards?” Pinkie queried with a snicker.

“Uh… um…”

“Did the memory keep you nice and warm?”

Spike bit his lip and groaned. “Pinkie, come on, it’s embarrassing all right?”

“Not to me,” she said with a shrug. “I mean yeah, getting spanked by you at the moment wasn’t fun. Specially with the context. But when I think back on it, and just think of the spanking itself?” she smiled at him and leaned forward, giving him a sexy, little grin, a very teasing one. “I wouldn’t mind another one.”

“A… another one?” Spike asked, his voice breaking in surprise. “I-I uh…” he glanced at Twilight. “Wh-what… what about you?”

“Uh… w-well, biologically speaking, we can’t really control how our bodies react to such stimuli, though the way that our brains process certain sensations can illicit-”

“Twilight, I promise, I won’t judge. Hell, I’ve no right to judge anyone for their preference. And I promise, anything we say here won’t be repeated to anyone else.”

She blushed deeper and groaned. “I felt… the same way that Pinkie did. I felt absolutely horrible while you were spanking me, for what I had done to earn it. But afterwards? My sore bottom felt... warm and tingly, a-and of course seeing Trixie over your knee was, uh… hehe…” she flushed deeper and glanced away.

“Wow. I uh, really didn’t think of it that way. Like, I knew I sort of had a thing for spanking but I never really thought about others enjoying it… especially not those who are on the receiving end.”

“Well, context really helps,” Twilight mumbled again.

“So… you girls were talking about it.” He rubbed the back of his head again, squeezing it. “How… how’d I do, heh?”

“Well, you definitely made us feel sorry for what we’d done,” Twilight said. “A-and like we said, the memory is… pretty pleasant too.” She chewed her lip.

“And… you want me to do it again?”

“On consensual terms,” Pinkie explained with a nod. “I don’t think I’ve ever really had a consensual spanking.”

“Me either,” Twilight admitted. “But I like the idea. A lot.”

“And when were you girls planning to talk to me about this?” he asked.

“Ideally? Never,” the unicorn admitted. “I-it’s just… super embarrassing. I mean, talking about things like this in the open isn’t really considered proper.”

“Yeah, my mom would definitely let me have it if she heard me talking about stuff like this,” Pinkie mused. She got a devilish grin. “Seems like I might need a-”

Spike covered her mouth before she could finish that statement. “P-Pinkie, I’m not gonna spank you!” he said with a hiss.

“Why not?” she teased, wiggling her hips and pushing his hand away from her face. “We’re already being pretty forward about this. C’mon Spike, let’s get it out of our system. It’s not like we’re gonna have sex or anything.”

“Pinkie!” both Spike and Twilight hissed.

“What?” she huffed.

“We’re in school! It’s the middle of the day!”

“We’ve got time!” Pinkie said with a light smile, leaning towards him. “Please? It might be a nice outlet.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being sincere or you’re trying to bait me,” Spike said with a huff. He reached behind her and gave her rear a firm pat, making her yelp and jump, much to the surprise of the students passing by them, plates still in their hands.. He blushed at being so impulsive. Pinkie giggled and rubbed at her backside. “See, you’re getting into it.”

“Pinkie, why are you so adamant about this?”

“Because… I want to know what it’s like. Don’t you?”

“W-well… now that you and Twi have brought it up, yeah. But not here.”

“Y-you know,” Twilight said, hesitating for a moment, “The gym’s probably not being used right now. Which means the locker rooms should be open.”

“So… you want to sneak down to the locker rooms and…”

“Just for a little bit? A short one?” Pinkie said. All three of them were blushing deeper now, but they had some small smiles on their faces.

Spike took a deep breath. “I know I’m going to regret this… but okay, Pinkie.”

She giggled and clapped her hands together. “I knew you couldn’t resist.” She stuck her tongue out. “No one can resist the Pinkie Plot.”

Spike rolled his eyes and blushed again as he saw a few more weird stares from some of the passing ponies near them. “Well… let’s get going then, before you accidentally blurt the plan out in front of a teacher or something.”

“Are you saying I’m not discreet?”

“You’re about as discreet as a spanking in a library,” Twilight mumbled as they started to move down the hall.

“Oooh, I’ll have to remember that for later,” Pinkie said with a giggle, winking at her.

Twilight just flushed, and from the expression on her face, Spike could tell she was seriously thinking about what she’d just said.

The gym was empty like they had thought, and was easy enough for them to get into on their own. The lights were low to conserve energy, making them feel as though they were somewhere that they weren’t supposed to be. This technically became true when Spike entered into the women’s locker room. He blinked as he looked around. “Wow,” he mumbled. “I was expecting something a bit… cleaner,” he admitted.

“Why?” Twilight asked.

“Well, I mean, with it being a girl’s locker room and all…”

“We’re just as messy as boys, sometimes, Spike,” Twilight scolded. “I mean, this is a changing room after all.”

“Er, yeah I suppose,” he muttered, slowly sitting down on a nearby bench as Pinkie came to a stop. “So I guess we’re doing this, then?”

“Yep, yep!” Pinkie said, bouncing up and down on her heels. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” He reached up and took her hand. “Are you?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Twi?”

“I-I’ll just watch from here for now,” Twilight said gently, Smiling at him.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath, griping Pinkie’s wrist and drawing her down over his lap. She let him do so, adjusting herself as she did so, wiggling a little bit until her bottom was perfectly centered over his lap. “Comfy, Pinkie?”

“I am,” she said, her voice growing quiet as she relaxed over his knee.

“A-all right then.” He took a deep breath and slowly wrapped an arm around her waist. He was having difficulty summoning up that stern persona he’d had before when punishing her. Still, he locked his arm around her, holding her in place, and then raised his hand over her backside. “Here we go…”

“Wait!” she said quickly, shaking her head. “This isn’t right. C’mon, spike, you have to take up my skirt and pull my panties down!”

“Whu… b-but I thought that this was supposed to be playful!”

“Well yeah,” Pinkie glanced at him, her own face still a little flush. “But as long as you aren’t hitting too hard, that’s… playful to me.”

Spike cleared his throat, resting his hand on her skirt covered backside, glancing back at Twilight, who merely gave a shrug, not sure what to say. He took another breath and flipped her skirt up, biting his lip as he looked over her cute, bright white cotton panties. “Going ordinary today?”

“Yeah, decided something cozy would be good,” she giggled, wiggling it back and forth.

Spike chuckled, enjoying the movement of her hips for a moment before he pushed her tail out of the way and gently slid a finger into the hem of her panties. “Alright, these are coming down.”

“Thanks for the play-by-play, Spike. Is there a back to this chair? Because I wouldn’t know, that’s how on the edge of my seat I am,” Pinkie giggled.

He blinked and flicked his hand up and down, nice and quick, giving her a surprise swat across her cheeks. She yelped, arching her back and squirming a little bit. “Out of quips?” Spike asked.

“For now,” she said, giggling a little bit.

He nodded and gripped her panties again, slowly curling them down, taking his time this time. He felt his heart pounding a little bit as he slid down her underwear, revealing her fleshy, bouncy cheeks bit by bit. It felt… really good, finally being able to let himself openly enjoy what he was doing, in a way that was consensual for everyone. He could feel Pinkie squirming and wriggling against his lap, but not out of fear or pain. She actively rolled and lifted whatever side he was sliding down at the moment, helping him to drag her panties down. He stopped when they were just below her cheeks. He couldn’t resist sliding his hand up and resting his palm on her backside. She let out a light, contented moan as he rubbed his hand up and down. “You heal fast,” he mused.

“Yeah, I got a tough butt. And mom knows just how firm she’s gotta be to get her point across without making us suffer from a sore tush for days on end.”

Spike nodded again. “So, last time I’m asking, just to be one-hundred percent sure. You really want this on the bare?”

“I do,” she said firmly, wiggling one more time. “If I say red light, that’ll be your cue to stop, okay? But I don’t think it’ll come to that.” She glanced back at him. “I trust you, Spike.”

Spike nodded to her, and held her firmly around her waist before caressing her soft cheeks for a moment before raising his palm up in the air. He felt a bit of confidence surge through him as he took in his target. He smiled and let it fall.

Pap! It smacked against her rear firmly, but not powerfully. Her cheek gave a light wobble of protest and Pinkie let out a light squeak. Spike paused for a moment, letting the feeling of the swat sink in for a moment for both of them before bringing it down against her opposite cheek, roughly the same spot and power.

Pap!

It made a pleasant clap and wobble in response and she shivered a bit, biting her lip. Encouraged by her soft mewls and light wiggles, he gave her another swat. And then another. And another after that. Soon, his hand was rising and falling in a steady rhythm, the soft smacks echoing around them. He glanced up from his work for a moment to see how Twilight was doing. She stood off to the side, hands at her side, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. Her eyes were glued to Pinkie’s rear, taking in the gentle bounce each cheek gave in response to Spike’s slaps. He could see a few beads of sweat appearing on her head and smiled lightly before turning back to Pinkie’s rear.

Pap, pap, pap!

She groaned and bit her lip, glancing back at him. “Spike…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, pausing. His slapping hadn’t even added a new layer of pink over her bottom, but he was still concerned he had gone too far. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, in fact… you can uh… you can go a little bit harder if you want,” she offered, arching her back and pressing her bottom outwards a little bit.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. That was wonderful but I want it a bit harder.”

“Okay. Just let me know if I go too far.”

“Of course,” she said with a nod.

Spike braced himself, tensing a little, holding her down more firmly. “Just remember, you asked for this.” He smirked and smacked his hand down a bit more firmly, enough to leave a lovely palm print on her buttocks and making it wobble beautifully. Pinkie let out a few firm gasps and arched her back, but didn’t ask Spike to stop. So he kept going. He slapped and smacked and spanked away, his attention focused entirely on her rear end now. He smirked a little bit, actually getting a bit more into it. This was very freeing, and he could hear Pinkie giggling and squealing as he spanked. Apparently he’d found the perfect strength for her. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, teasingly.

“Yeah I am!” she announced shamelessly. “Oooh, oop! That’s perfect right there!” she groaned. “Stingy, but not super hard. Mmmph, you’re actually pretty good at this, Spike!”

“I should hope so, given how often I’ve been doing it lately,” he mumbled, but he smirked and kept it up. He glanced up at Twilight and gave her a firm ‘you’re next’ waggle of his brows, which made the young woman shiver, her tail frizzing slightly, and her horn letting out a light spark of magic that she couldn’t control.

A thin, lovely layer of dark pink was starting to appear on her buttocks, and every swat made it throb with another soft pulse. Spike couldn’t help but let out a delighted sigh. He took his time this time, really taking in everything that happened when he spanked her, not just in terms of the sight, but in the sound as well. And the feel of her soft, warm bottom against his firm, tingling palm was intoxicating. He didn’t want to stop, and from the sounds she was making, it sounded like she didn’t want him to stop too.

The fact that he would eventually have to stop was the only negative in his mind at the moment, though he was sure that Twilight would enjoy a bit of attention herself after he was finished with Pinkie…

Speaking of, he decided that Pinkie had had enough. He was loathe to stop, and when he stopped, he gave her bottom a few soft caresses. “How was that?”

Pinkie groaned. “Did you have to stop?”

“Yes, I did. You've had enough, and we only have a limited amount of time. I have to be firm, but fair, as your spanker.” He smiled lightly and leaned back. “Stand up, and stick your nose in the corner.”

Pinkie whined lightly and slowly slid up off of his lap. “Urf, really? Corner time?”

“Yes,” he said with a nod, reaching over and patting her rear a few times. “No arguments.

Huffing again, she giggled and wiggled her rear. “Should I keep my tush on display?”

He blushed lightly. “Er... yes,” he said. “Yes, you definitely should.”

She giggled again and turned around, swaying her tail back and forth as she got against the wall, setting her hands against her sides. She didn't look particularly sorry, but Spike thought she looked very cute as she was right now. He spent another few seconds enjoying the view before glancing at Twilight. He saw that she was enjoying the view as well, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. “All right, Twilight,” he said, getting her attention. “Close your mouth and come over here, like Pinkie did.”

She gulped, but nodded, slowly walking around to his dominant side. “Uh... just be a little bit more gentle with me, okay?” she requested.

“I will, promise,” Spike said lightly and taking her hand. “You sure you want to? You can always back out.” He offered her a more confident smile.

Twilight took a deep breath and shook her head. “No. I'll be fine. I promise.”

“All right then.” He gripped her hand more firmly and drew her down, positioning her rear right in the middle of his lap, but she stopped him, wiggling back. He frowned. “Did you change your mind?”

“N-no... I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind if I chose a different position?”

“Uh, sure, if you want.”

She nodded a little bit and stood back up, quickly, knowing they were short on time. With her face turning tomato red, she reached under her skirt and slid down her panties, shuffling them off completely. Spike gasped a little bit, his own face flushing. When he gave her a questioning look, she gave a nervous smile and set her underwear to the side. She sat down on Spike's lap, making him gasp, and then leaned forward, so that her groin was over his lap, but her upper torso hung off towards the door and both of her legs were off to either side of him. “I... think this is called the Bongo Position?”

“Y-you sure about this, Twi?” Spike asked, taking a deep breath and smiling a little bit. All he had to do was give her skirt just a little push...

“Yes,” she said with a nod, though she was squirming lightly. “I'm... curious. Please?”

“Okay. If you're sure.” He took another deep breath and lightly slid her skirt up. Her bare, soft plot was revealed to him quickly and he didn't bother to suppress the moan that bubbled up at the sight. A finger trailed up along her hip and then across her cheeks. She squeaked and gave a light squirm as she groaned, biting her lip. “Ready?” he asked, after she'd stopped her squirming.”

“Mhm...” she mumbled. “S-start off gentle, okay?”

“I will,” he promised. He rested one hand against her waist, keeping her steady as he raised his opposite hand up, taking a deep breath, already feeling quite confident after his time with Pinkie. He brought it down with a soft, but quick swat.

PAP! Her bottom cheek gave a lively bounce, and Twilight gave a squeak and a soft buck, arching her back. “Was that alright?” he asked, hovering his hand just above her bottom.

“Yes,” she said with a nod. “Please, continue.”

He smiled at the invitation and raised his other hand, making sure that she was able to keep herself balanced before he brought both hands down, swift and gentle, alternating from cheek to cheek.

Pap! Slap! Whap! Smack!

She gasped and groaned, shifting and wriggling, her cheeks bouncing and wobbling back and forth with each slap. She kicked her legs back and forth, lifting her rear up a little bit, panting a bit harder. Spike smiled a bit more and started to slap her faster, enjoying the way her cheeks jiggled with each impact.

“Ah! Hnngh, mmm...” Twilight's horn started to spark, a few harmless puffs of magic falling to the floor and disappearing just as quickly as they had come. She flushed deeply and glanced back at Spike, who paused the slapping for a moment, rubbing her cheeks up and down. “S-sorry you had to see that.”

“Wow, Twilight,” Spike observed with a small smile, “I didn't realize you'd enjoy it that much.”

Twilight tensed slightly and groaned. “Sh-shut up, this is embarrassing enough as it is.”

Spike clapped his hands against her cheeks, soft enough to surprise her and make her jump slightly on his lap. “Don't be embarrassed,” he said softly. “The three of us are here because we wanted to know what this would feel like, right?”

“Y-yeah, that's true.”

“Just enjoy it, Twilight,” Pinkie said with a giggle. “This is totally confidential, what we're doing after all!”

Twilight seemed to relax a little bit at that. “Y-you're right. I just... I've never felt anything like this.”

“Then I'll keep going?” Spike offered.

She nodded, letting out another breath, relaxing her cheeks. “Yes, please.”

“Okay.” He gave each cheek a few squeezes before he raised his hands up again and started to drum on her bum, nice and slow, swatting and slapping it at each and every angle, keeping the slaps gentle, but enough to make her rear dance for him. His vision was focused solely on her cheeks and he took in a deep breath trying to calm his heart, which beat in time with the smacks of his palms.

Swat! Smack, Slap! Plap! Clap!

“Ah! Mmm, hnngh...” she shivered and whined, arching her back a bit more, wiggling back and forth, moving in time with his slaps so that her butt was always perfectly under his palm. A soft, pink glow started to emanate from her bottom as he continued to pay it as much attention as he could. “Ahh, S-spike...”

Yes?” he asked, though this time he didn't stop slapping, making her yip and groan as she spoke. His heart trilled at the sound.

“Ah! Mmmph! Y-you can... you can go a little bit h-harder!” she squeaked lightly.

He grinned a little bit. “Okay.” He started to slowly increase the power of his swats, though he kept it up at the same speed.

SWAT! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! WHAP!

They both started to moan a little bit in harmony as she started to wince and squirm a bit more firmly, to the point where Spike had to once again grip her waist to keep her still, using his free hand to continue the smacking. “Ah! AH! Oooh, that stings! Ow! Mmph!”

“Should I-I slow down?” Spike asked, his breath catching in his throat as he continued to smack away, his palm throbbing in the best way.

“No! Please, k-keep going! This is perfect!” she squealed, her horn starting to spark a bit harder, almost in time with his swats. Spike could feel Pinkie's eyes focus on them from her spot at the wall.

“You know, Pinkie,” he said with a breath, “I could punish you for watching right now.”

“But you're not gonna,” she challenged, giggling. “I already got my spanks.”

“Oh really?” he asked. He grabbed Twilight's hips and carefully lifted her up, turning her around and adjusting her so that she was bent over one of his knees. He pat the other one. “Get your ass over here.”

Pinkie squeaked, but let out a delighted giggle, hurrying over to Spike's side and sliding down so that she was over his other leg. Both girls gave a light wiggle, straddling his legs and pressing out their bottoms. He smirked and reached down, gripping their rears firmly, glancing between them with a moan. “You are both in for it now,” he announced, raising his hands up high and-

SLAM!

All three of them gave a firm jump as the heavy door to the locker room slammed shut, the sound overpowering everything around them. The three of them glanced up to see what had happened and were face to face with a very irate looking gym teacher. Stormy Flare stood there, hands on her hips, glaring at them, her eyes flicking to each of their blushing faces. “Well,” she grunted, “This wasn’t what I was expecting to find when I came in here.”

Spike gulped and glanced down at Pinkie. “I thought you said no one would be here!” he hissed.

“I didn’t say that, just that no one was using it!” Pinkie whispered back.

Spike groaned and resisted the urge to give her another powerful smack across her bare cheeks as Stormy advanced on them, her stride swift and powerful. “And just what do you think you three are doing in here?”

“Uh, um…” Spike cleared his throat, trying to look for a plausible way to explain their actions. Nothing came to mind. He didn't even have a chance to offer any sort of rebuttal before she reached him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him forcefully to his feet. Both girls yelped as they tumbled off of his knees and onto the floor.

“I think I can figure it out here,” she stated with a growl. “A boy takes two girls into an empty locker room and starts spanking them in an attempt to assert dominance because they've upset him in some way. Classic example of old Pegasus logic in action,” she stated, spreading her wings.

Spike's eyes widened. “But, M-Ms. Flare,” he tried, his voice weak with nervous fear.

“I think you've had enough 'butts' for now,” she stated. “But I certainly haven't.” There was a massive fire in her eyes, making his blood freeze up. Stormy Flare had always been a rather intense physical educator, but he couldn't think of a time when she'd looked so... angry! Upset, annoyed, intense, but never angry.

Except for now. She really didn't look like she was interested in talking. Once Pinkie and Twilight got up onto their feet, they backed away from her for a moment. Spike glanced at them for a moment, looking for some assistance, but neither of them seemed brave enough to interrupt the woman on a rampage.

Stormy yanked him forward and put her foot up on the bench that he'd been sitting on. She yanked him upwards, forcing him to climb up over her knee, his arms and legs dangling freely. He squirmed and writhed gently. “M-ma'am, wait, please, let me exla-EEP!” he yelped as she gave him a firm slap over his pants.

“I suggest you keep your mouth shut, young man. I'll not hear any excuses from you little chauvinists.” She snorted. “As if I had to deal with this stuff enough from those backward-thinking pegasi who like to think that they can still use the warrior's way to keep women under their thumb. And you dragons tend to be just as bad, if not more so!” She grabbed the back of his pants and yanked them down, and then did the same with his underwear.

He gasped loudly, his face flushing bright red, far brighter than it had been while he was in a more dominant position. It had been a very long time since he'd been on the other side of the fence and he could already tell that this was going to be a hell of a lot worse than anything he'd taken before.

A part of that was also due to embarrassment. Despite the sudden interruption, his body was still reacting to earlier, and he knew that she could feel his half hard member writhing a little bit as he laid over her knee. “And of course you got off on it,” she said, her tone one of shaming. “Tsk... you are in for it, boy. You're going to learn some proper respect and hopefully you'll think twice about being such a pervert.”

“But, but, but-”

WHAP! SMACK! SLAP!

Three harsh, powerful smacks landed against his rear end, making him yelp and twitch and squirm over her knee. He hissed loudly and whimpered, but the break between them was short lived as she immediately started to lay into him again, one arm holding him firmly in place, the other working over his rear in quick, rapid succession.

SLAP! WHAP! SLAP! WHAP!

“Hnngh! Ah! OW! EEP!” he groaned and felt more blood rushing to his face at all the cute little noises he was making. He could also feel the eyes of Twilight and Pinkie on his rear end and was painfully aware that not only could they see his shapely rear, but if he kicked and squirmed too much, they might catch a glimpse of something more... He bit his lip and gave a small whimper as the smacks continued to cover every inch of his poor, soft, scaly hide.

SMACK, SLAP! SLAP! WHAP! WHACK!

He winced and groaned, arching his back a little bit. It was obvious to him why she was such a feared teacher. She really knew how to swing her hand to inflict maximum pain. Her slaps weren't random either, as Spike could very clearly feel the pattern she was following. One blow to the center of each cheek, one along the sides, one to each sit spot, repeat.

It was scarily effective.

SMACK! SLAP! WHAP! WHAP! SLAP! WHACK!

He sniffled and started to kick his feet a bit harder, gripping her leg tightly with his hands, being careful not to squeeze too hard, lest he accidentally end up sticking her with his claws. He bucked a few times, but her grip was like iron on his side, so all he really succeeded in doing was making himself look a little weak. He clenched his eyes shut, holding back tears, trying hard not to think about the fact that his butt was probably turning a very deep shade of red right now.

WHAP! WHACK! WHAP! WHACK!

Her blows slowed down a little, but the power behind them remained consistent, which only helped to build the sting every time she brought it down. “If I ever catch you doing something like this, to anyone,” she growled, her voice as sharp as a sword, “I will personally drag you into my office and paddle your ass black and blue, do I make myself clear?”

“C-crystal ma'am!” he groaned, flicking his tail back and forth. A particularly hard slap in the middle of his backside made him yelp loudly.

“Keep that tail still, Spike!”

He groaned loudly, but flicked his tail off to the side, doing his best to keep it out of the way as she continued to smack his butt. He could practically feel the vibrations running up and down his lower back now.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Hnngh! OW! Ma'am! PLEASE! I'm sorry!”

“Good. That's a start,” she said, her hand beginning to slow more, though this time the power decreased as well, and before long, she slowly lowered him off of her leg, down to the ground. He whimpered and reached behind him, rubbing at his ass nice and hard, hissing and squirming gently. God, he could feel the warmth radiating off of it. Stormy set her hands on her hips, standing before him. “Now, you owe those girls an apology,” she ordered.

Spike nodded and started to reach down to grab his pants, but she shook her head and took his arm, forcing him to turn towards the girls. He yelped and reached down, covering himself as he was faced with two blushing mares. Twilight's horn gave another spark, this one more massive than before. “Uh... I-I'm sorry... about what happened,” he mumbled.

“Er... y-yeah, apology accepted,” Twilight tried, clearing her throat. It sounded very dry, like she desperately needed something to drink. Pinkie just gave a bit of a numb nod, her own focus down where Spike was currently blocking.

Stormy nodded and gave him another firm slap on his backside. “Good. Now get your pants back up. First period will be starting before too long, and if any of you are late, you'll probably get another dose.

They nodded in agreement and Spike turned around before finally uncovering himself. They'd already seen his ass, so he figured it was a better alternative than letting them see his (now very confused) arousal. He yanked up his underwear and his pants quickly, taking a few opportunities to rub at his rear end now and then as well. At last, once he had collected himself a little bit, and once the girls had redressed themselves as well, the three of them excused themselves from Stormy, shuffling their way back towards the locker room's exit. All three of them were far too embarrassed about what had just happened to look at each other.

“I'll be seeing you in gym later, Spike.” she stated.

Spike felt a massive chill run down his spine when she said that. He gulped. He couldn't help but feel like that was almost... a threat...

Gym wasn't going to be fun today.

Author's Notes:

This chapter was a chance for us to delve into two things the series has lacked up till now. One is consensual spankings fun for everyone involved, which we intend on having more of, of course. The other was having Spike get spanked too. He's not above or immune to spankings, no boy is, and while they won't happen as much they can still happen. Enjoy, and look forward to more!