Everything WILL be Just Fine

Flash Sentry currently found himself undergoing some mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was currently strapped down on a leather bench, his eyes blindfolded, his tail bound by a thick leather strap and hoisted up in the air by a chain that attached to the thick leather collar he was currently wearing,his wings bound by an extra thick leather strap, and a ball gag stuffed into his mouth while awaiting personal punishment from Princess Twilight for frequently colliding with a full Princess of Equestria. On the other hand, Princess Twilight was wearing a revealing, yet regal ensemble of black silk stockings, a leather corset, a small black Mardi Gras mask covering her eyes, and had her mane in a French Bun. Her plan to discipline him involved paddles, candle wax, and a somewhat small strap-on dildo. At least, that was what he had gathered so far.

He wasn't certain whether this was a serious punishment for a valid infraction of basic palace etiquette, or a "punishment" from a hedonistic princess who was too cheap or busy to take him out to dinner first. On the one hand, her reasoning for all of this was sound; as much as he hated to admit it, his frequent physical mishaps with the princess was a glaring failure on his record and did merit some form of discipline. Princess Twilight also seemed to be completely serious, her stern lecture on proper Guard decorum and behavior lacked any sense of sensual teasing or sexual overtones. The disappointment and mild anger in her voice seemed genuine. And yet, the whole planned punishment was way too sexual (and cheesy for that matter) to be anything more than an exercise in one Princess' self-indulgence.

Still, he couldn't say he was disappointed with his current role as Princess' plaything. The fact was that is was within a Princess' rights and privileges to take concubines as they saw fit from amongst the commoners. Aside from satisfying a Princess' more carnal needs, it was also a fast track to greater social standing for the commoner. In fact, Flash Sentry would almost certainly find himself amongst the nobility of Canterlot as a result of catching the eye of a Princess. A rare occurrence given that most concubines came from the already established noble houses. Granted, nobles had the option of refusing service in a Princess' harem, yet not once had that right ever been invoked. The fact is that becoming a concubine was considered too good of a deal to pass up even for those who already found themselves in the lap of luxury. Besides, Twilight was probably a very reasonable and restrained Mistress; Flash could have found himself at the mercy of some historical horror story like Princess Platinum. The tales of her depravity were still the stuff of scandal all these years later. While she did tone it down somewhat after helping to found the current state of Equestria (well, a predecessor government anyway) the fact remained that Clover the Clever suffered terribly to bequeath noble status to his children.

Flash's thoughts on this new chapter of his life were rudely interrupted by a searing pain on his left buttock. Twilight had decided to begin her grim task with a small studded leather paddle. Once he had time to process the physical discomfort and return his thoughts to the here and now, Flash let out a surprised scream. Or at least he would have if not for the ball gag in his mouth. As it stood, he was only capable of making a muffled groan that sounded vaguely "MMppffh!" like. The punishment had begun...

Looking over her bound charge, Twilight could only muster surprise that the first strike had taken so long to register with her victim. She chalked it up to Flash being unprepared for the first blow. With heavy concentration on the magic holding the paddle, Twilight lifted the paddle into the air once more and swung it down hard on Flash's right buttock. This time the twitch and muffled scream came out almost instantly. Feeling empowered by the far more punctual signs of pain in her victim, Twilight let out of a quick succession of three swats to each buttock.

*Whack!*Whack!*Whack!* *Whack!*Whack!*Whack*!

Flash struggled to contain his cries of pain only barely succeeding. His ass betrayed him, however, tensing up and letting his tormentor know that her salvo had done its work. Twilight decided to switch strategies and go for a sustained rhythm over a concentrated yet sporadic series of strikes.

*Whack!*... *Whack!* ... *Whack!* ... *Whack!* ...

Left cheek. Right cheek. Left cheek. Right cheek. Each blow coming one after the other with only a one second interval between them. While each strike was not as hard as the opening blows, the consistent tempo of pain produced an agony unlike any other Flash had experienced in his life. As the fur and dead skin on his rump began to slowly chafe away, Flash found his ass feeling as though it was on fire. After only five minutes of this light yet consistent beating, Flash had begun to struggle against his restraints. This told Twilight that it was time to move on to the next phase of the punishment. Pausing only to wipe a few beads of sweat that had begun to form on her forehead, Twilight exchanged the small, leather paddle for a formidable, wooden paddle. Now that Flash's hindquarters were good and raw, it was time for the spanking to enter its next phase.

*Craaaaaaaack!!!!

The first blow from this new instrument of pain contained so much force that Flash's body had moved forward and pulled at his leather restraints; if said restraints had not been holding him in place, Flash would have moved across the bench he was on at least a few centimeters. So great and sudden was the flare of pain brought on by that single blow that Flash could not even process it properly. His movement ceased and his mind drew a blank. It would be a very brief respite.

*Craaaaaaaaack!!!!!!

The second blow quickly jolted Flash out of his state of shock and stupor. With his limbs well and truly restrained, Flash could only perform the single action allotted to him and screamed with all his might into the ball gag.

Twilight heard the muffled and desperate cry from the bound stallion before her and produced a small, satisfied smirk. The punishment was going even better than expected; Flash was learning his lesson quite quickly from what she could gather, and her methods of instilling corporal punishment had proven most proficient despite having had little time to practice them before hoof. Deciding not to spoil her good run by congratulating herself for an extended period of time, Twilight quickly used her magic to rev up another strike.

*Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!

This blow had begun to bring Flash to the edge. A small tear began to form in his eye producing a small wet speck on his blindfold. Currently too small for Twilight to notice, this wetness would soon grow.

On the subject of wetness, Twilight's marehood was beginning to leak liquid satisfaction. She didn't even notice this as she had become fixated on the focus of her wrath. Flash's ass had begun to glow red. His other cheeks currently possessed a crimson hue as well. Without even thinking, Twilight placed one of her front hooves on Flash's battered hindquarters, rubbing her victim's tender rump with a mix of curiosity and pride. Her handiwork was hot to the touch. Twilight couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment upon noticing the heat. This was quickly becoming one royal duty she wouldn't mind performing for the rest of her days.

Returning to the act that she was beginning to take so much pleasure in Twilight quickly let slip another strike on the ass before her. Then another. And another. And still another. Blow after blow rained down on Flash's hindquarters, slowly bruising them and leaving Flash in a state of agony. He had begun to cry at some point, eventually soaking his blindfolds. He was not sure when exactly, the pain had caused him to lose all sense of time and self. And yet, the same loss of identity and awareness of his surroundings had also evoked an almost spiritual response in Flash. He had almost completely separated himself from the excruciating pain currently raining down on him, while also becoming even closer to it. He had found himself almost completely in sync with the rhythm of blows befalling him. There was a loud strike, a soft brushing of a hoof against his flesh, a one second pause, and another loud strike. It was a constant pattern that he had found himself moving to. What would have shocked him were he not in a hot daze was that he was reflexively moving toward the paddle when the blow was coming down rather than away from it. In many ways the pain had become a gift, a sensation that brought him closer to a certain harmony with his surroundings and his own body. He was now in a paradoxical state of mind, where agony and ecstasy had become one all-encompassing emotional focus. And it was all a generous gift from his beautiful, wonderful Princess.

Twilight herself had also begun to lose herself in the task at hand. As she continued to throttle the captive flank before her, Twilight began to form a rhythm to her task. Strike hard, softly brush hoof across the surface of the buttocks, wait one second, strike hard. Before long she had begun to work automatically; without conscious thought she continued her established cadence, losing herself completely in the task at hand. At this point there was no Twilight Sparkle, there was no Princess, there was no Equestria, there was no Canterlot, nor was there a Canterlot Palace dungeon. There was a paddle, a hoof, and an ass. There was a pattern. There was a period of time where that pattern occurred. There was the continuation of that pattern. On and on she continued to beat, rub, and wind up the next strike. She could not say how long, for concepts like time had been completely lost to her. There was only the pattern, and the event that broke the pattern. After one strike (which one it had been was lost to the primal state of mind Twilight found herself lost in) Twilight's hoof began to caress the flank before her when the feeling of moisture snapped her out of the state of total concentration she found herself in. Aware of her surroundings once again, Twilight looked down to see that a small streak of blood now smeared her hoof.

Twilight's eyes went wide, this was not according to plan.