Everything WILL be Just Fine

"Oh nononononono, this is NOT happening!" Twilight had begun to panic. She was supposed to start the punishment with a good, hard spanking just as one of the books she happened upon told her to. The book had specifically instructed her to paddle until the ass was a deep shade of red under the fur or until the buttocks began to show signs of bruising. Instead, she had beaten Flash until his hindquarters were completely bruised and had begun to draw blood. At this point it was clear that Twilight did not have the self control to safely continue the punishment...

"No!" Twilight's internal voice screamed a defiant protest to any wavering resolve. It was too late to turn back now. Twilight had already invested herself, and her reputation, on succeeding in her first administrative effort. To admit failure on such a simple task was to begin her duties as Princess with a complete and utterly shameful display of ineptitude. Who could take her seriously if she seriously if she couldn't even perform a simple act of corporal punishment.

Pausing for a brief moment to extend her forearm and take a deep breath, Twilight quickly calmed herself down and set about trying to solve her current predicament. With no good options truly available to her, Twilight realized she would have to choose between her political standing or treating Flash with any sense of fairness. To choose between living up to Celestia's expectations or Flash's basic rights. Poor Flash Sentry. Perhaps he would forgive her for what was about to come, but he most likely wouldn't. She could try to make it up for him later, even the rest of his guard career, but there was no true absolution for what was to come. "Perhaps it's better that way, that I should always be haunted by my mistake. He'll never forgive me for this, and why should he? I'll always walk the palace seeing his hard eyes and knowing that only professional courtesy keeps him from scowling at me. A Princess can not make mistakes like this, a constant reminder wherever I go that I took this too far. I'll just continue with the punishment, ask Celestia for forgiveness later, and try to play this off as just strictness on my part. The nobles are more likely to respect brutality than a loss of control."

With a renewed dedication to the task at hand, Twilight moved to the candles that had been burning for a few hours at this point.

Breathing, no, panting heavily, Flash Sentry found himself slowly becoming aware of his surroundings once more. His blindfolds were wet with tears. His ass felt like smoldering embers in a campfire. Sweat began to form on his brow. He felt tired and humiliated. Yet he knew the worst was yet to come, and he had begun to anticipate it with a twisted zeal. Flash had never been even remotely abused this much his entire life, yet he found himself wanting more. He could not fathom why he felt this way, yet his wish was soon granted.

Hearing the sound of hoofsteps approaching him and stopping right before the leather bench. A throat cleared and was soon followed by a voice. "Now Flash, while I am certain that you found that punishment sufficient, the fact remains that guards who frequently collide with Princesses sets a bad standard for the day to day functions of the palace. It reeks of poor discipline and make the Equestrian Crown look like a complete joke. While I am certain that your heart is in the right place, your conduct of late has become a stain on the honor of every member of the Canterlot Royal Guard. As you know, as Princess it is my duty to ensure that basic standards are kept, and failure is punished in such a way as to where no future transgressions are likely to take place. In order to make sure that..." this continued for some time as Twilight stalled from going any further.

Flash had tuned her out, her speech being an overly verbose recitation of his "court martial." Apparently, Princess on guard hallway collisions had been completely unheard of. "Had" being the operative word. To Flash's embarrassment and shame, lavender and marigold collided with each other six times in his first month on the job. Guards had a simple job: stand there, look pretty, don't embarrass the crown by living out a mediocre rip-off of a Ponyacci sketch. He had started to wonder if maybe he was just a shitty guard and being Princess Twilight's sadism outlet was the highest honor he could hope to achieve in life. With the acceptance that only a pony with zero self-esteem could muster, Flash began to mentally prepare himself for the continuation of his punishment.

"And so, with all else having been considered, I have judged it necessary to reinforce the pain of the previous trial, and continue your punishment with the application of candle wax to you hindquarters, back, and wings." Having said all that could be said on the issue, Twilight used her magic to lift the large candles above her victim. Taking deep and slow breaths, Flash's muscles tensed as he awaited the... "Mmmmppppfffffhhh!!" Flash screamed with all the might his lungs could carry as the molten wax began coating his posterior and wings with burning agony.

The nerve endings in his skin and wings screamed at his brain to do something, anything, to get away from globs of liquid fire that currently engulfed Flash's backside. Reduced to mere instinct, Flash began to struggle at his bonds with all his might, shaking his entire body with every bit of strength at his disposal and causing the bench he was on to quake. Once more, his blindfolds were wet as saline pleas of mercy poured from his eyes. A steady cacophony of wails and screams reverberated through the ball gag and echoed off the dungeon walls. Twilight could only stare on in horrified fascination as the pony before her was reduced to a pitiable tempest of thrashing motion and pitched sound.

The entire ordeal lasted no more than half a minute. In which time the wax began to cool and harden over the yellow fur and feathers beneath it. As the heat died down so did Flash Sentry's struggles. Within a minute of the initial application Flash had settled down and begun to breath more steadily, his tears began to stop, and his screams had been replaced with a pained groan.

After Flash had returned to a normal state, Twilight quickly broke out of her mesmerized state and slowly walked away to a small wooden chest on the far side of the room. Placing the candles one of the chest's compartments, Twilight silently vowed to never use enchanted pain candles ever again. In fact, she wondered what sick pony would even think up such a thing, let alone produce them for mass consumption. She now considered sponsoring a ban on such a cruel instrument. Without a word, Twilight quickly reached for a bottle containing a lime green gel. It had taken many hours of pouring over alchemical texts and scrolls of enchantments to produce the substance before her.

The green gelatin was a wax dissolving compound that would allow Twilight to remove her handiwork from Flash's body without removing large segments of fur or devastating his wings. She wanted to instill discipline, not cripple him. On top of having to be spread around the affected area, the solvent required a small application of compacting force to remove the wax. Originally, Twilight had planned on applying the necessary pressure with impacts from a flogger. Having felt she had already gone too far already, she instead opted to rub it in slowly with her hooves. While a quick massage seemed to counteract the point of the current exercise, it was the least she could do. Now two for two on the overkill scale Twilight was afraid that the next portion of her planned punishment regimen would somehow kill the young guard.

Using her hooves, Twilight carefully applied a thick layer of solvent along the entire affected area of Flash's back. Rubbing along the slick surface it created, Twilight began to slowly add pressure as she moved her hooves down Flash's spine, slowly kneading the wax and muscles. After she had cleared most of the wax off Flash's back, Twilight began to focus on the seared hindquarters before her. She began softly kneading the area around the hips while adding more pressure with each repetition. During this process Flash began to softly moan; it was a moan of pleasure and contentment, rather that pain and trauma.

If there were any doubt in his mind that he was being reassigned from a guard to a concubine, it had now evaporated. After all, why else would Twilight bother with a kind massage after such a vicious bout of wax play? This could not have possibly been a serious punishment anymore.

Having cleaned up her mess along Flash's back, Twilight still needed to take responsibility for her charge's wings. Still somewhat new to the delicate art of grooming wings, Twilight proceeded with extreme care; cautiously rubbing the area between the wing and body, Twilight managed to dissolve the wax holding Flash's wings down. With Flash's wings now somewhat free, Twilight began to lightly rub her hooves in little circles along the base of one of the wings, taking care to cause no further damage while slowly whittling away at the wax build up present. Repeating this on the other wing, Twilight now only had to comfort the rest of Flash's wings. Taking one wing in both hooves, Twilight applied a circular rubbing motion along the entire limb. Eventually removing the remaining wax on the limb and providing some comfort to the hurting appendage Twilight turned her attention to the remaining wing and once again worked her hooves along the entire feathery structure.

Having owned up to her miscalculation, Twilight decided to give Flash a moment to relax and center himself. In the meantime, she walked over to the wooden chest of implements on the far side of the room. Opening it, Twilight sat down on her haunches and blankly stared down. There at the center of the wooden chest was a red and gold ceramic case. Inside that case was the tool by which she would carry out the third and final phase of Flash's punishment.