Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were shaken from their debate on what to do with the blankflank. They both looked at her in stunned silence. Before they could say anything, Scootaloo added, "But, umm, if you give me a s-spanking, then we're even, okay? You won't tell anypony and we're done." Scootaloo said. "P-please?"

"As if you could tell us what to—" Diamond Tiara started, but this time it was her friend that interrupted her.

"We won't tell anypony," Silver Spoon said.

"Wait, what?" Diamond Tiara turned to face her. "We could do whatever we wanted with her and—"

"No, we couldn't, Tiara. You get to give a spanking to her. Think about it: You'll get to lay her over your lap and smack her butt as hard as you like and she won't fight back. I think it's enough, don't you?"

Diamond Tiara looked her into the eyes, but to her surprise, the stare coming at her from behind the thick-rimmed glasses was unflinching. She finally looked away. "Fine. But I won't be holding back."

Scootaloo couldn't help but feel relieved from having escaped her certain doom under the hoof—and belt—of her father. She'd take a spanking from Diamond Tiara and the whole stupid thing would be behind her. It wasn't that bad, really, she thought. Even though she didn't think it was something to brag about, she'd probably gotten the most spankings out the Cutie Mark Crusaders. At least a lot more than Sweetie Belle, for sure. How bad could it be coming from two fillies her own age?

Diamond Tiara pulled a chair across the floor and into the middle of the room. She made sure to go slowly, glancing at the nervous orange filly at the door every few steps.

Scootaloo swallowed a huge lump down her throat, the reality of the situation hitting her understanding like a runaway cart. She was going to get not one, but two spankings, and from the two bullies that had been making her life miserable for ages. When Diamond Tiara climbed into the chair and beckoned her over, she couldn't stop her legs from quivering under her. She walked to stand in front of the chair, her head bowed.

"Now, blankflank, you've been very naughty and you're going to get a spanking for it. Both me and Silvy are going to put you on our laps and smack your stupid butt until we're happy and you won't do a thing to stop us!"

"Yeah, yeah. Can we start now?"

"W-what!?" Diamond Tiara shouted. "I'm gonna spank you and you're talking back to me? If I did that to Daddy, he'd—" She quickly bit down on her words.

Scootaloo immediately noticed the slip-up. Apparently, Diamond Tiara wasn't a stranger to a visit over her father's lap either. She grinned, but another thought quickly wiped the smirk off of her face. Somepony who'd been spanked would give it far worse than somepony who'd only heard about it.

"Are you listening to me?!"

To Scootaloo's horror, she hadn't been. She tried to bluff her way out of it. "Y-yeah. Sure."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go stand in the corner!"

Scootaloo finally looked up to see the flushed face of the filly sitting above her. "Wait, corner time? Didn't we agree on just a spanking?"

"That was before you started talking back!"

"Aww, seriously?" Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

"That's twice the time for extra backtalk!"

"Wait—" Scootaloo started, but opted to bite her mouth shut. Without another word, she slowly walked to the corner and sat down maybe a foot from the walls. She could hear Diamond Tiara jump down from her chair and stomp her way up to her.

"Not like that, you dodo! You have to stand up and put your fores on the wall and your head right into it! Do it right or it's triple the time!"

Scootaloo rolled her eyes again, but wisely kept quiet. She'd half expected not to get off easy, but it was worth a shot not to have to do real corner time, because she knew from experience how much it sucked. She got up and assumed the required position. She felt Diamond Tiara push her hind legs apart to make the position more uncomfortable. She also felt the bully's breath on her back, which sent goosebumps up her back.

"Now don't move an inch. Me and Silvy are going outside for a moment, but we'll still see if you move. And if you move, the whole time starts again."

"But you haven't even told me how long I have to stand here in the first place!" Scootaloo said. Her back was already starting to hurt from the awkward position.

"Well, at first it was going to be maybe ten minutes, but now that you keep talking back, it might be an hour." She leaned against Scootaloo, adding pressure to the orange filly's back. "Or more if you don't behave."

The slap onto her bottom took Scootaloo once again by surprise. She had to buzz her wings not to fall on her back. A shout almost escaped her lips before she managed to bite down onto her tongue to stay quiet.

"See you in a looooong while, blankflank!"

Scootaloo heard them walk out the door and close it behind them. Their voices were barely audible through the window, but even though she tried to listen as hard as she could, there was no way for her to hear what they were saying. Her back was aching and her hind legs twitched from having her whole body weight suddenly thrust on them. Her forehooves didn't fare any better, already going numb from the weird angle they were in. Her father didn't usually make her stand in the corner for long. It was usually just for the minute or two it took for him to get the bedroom ready for her punishment and then it was over to her dad's bedroom and onto his lap. Even those short times had taught her that corner-time sucked. This time it was far worse. The clubhouse felt stagnantly hot, making sweat roll down her face. She tasted the bitter make-up that had been previously applied onto her face and she spat it out. Her muzzle itched and she tried to move her head as little as possible to scratch it against the wooden boards. Now that the first itch was taken care of, she could feel several others appear all over her coat.

It had been two days since her latest brush with the stinging nettles. She'd been cruising along on her scooter, trying to shake the thought of Frazzleberries from her head, when she hit the large rock on the road. After one-and-a-half flips, she'd landed belly-first into the vile plants, getting stung all over. Scootaloo hated nettles with a passion. They seemed to have something against her, growing in every brush and patch of grass she crashed into. The itching was getting unbearable, especially now that sweat was running down her chest into the ones around her belly. She tried to push her hips forward so she could rub it against the corner as well, but her hind legs wouldn't bend that far. The ones on the insides of her legs were even worse. Usually she'd just rub her legs together, but Diamond Tiara had made sure to spread them wide. For a moment she thought of how exposed she must look and quickly tucked her tail as low as it would go between her legs. She soon forgot her chastity when the itching grew worse around her belly. She thought of letting a hoof go from the wall and quickly scratching herself, but the thought of one of the bullies jumping inside with a "Gotcha!" stopped her.

Then she heard the mosquito. The high-pitched buzzing of its wings appeared right next to her ear, just like it always did. Her instincts took over and she swiped a hoof at it before even thinking. In horror, she slammed her hoof back against the wall with a dull clop, holding her breath in case the two bullies had seen her move. After several tense seconds of anticipation, she finally exhaled.

And the buzzing returned. This time she didn't move, but the eerie voice grew louder and louder. The bug was clearly stalking her, knowing that she couldn't move. It circled around her head, flying right next to her ear, then vanishing completely. Scootaloo was sure it had landed and was just about to punch its needle through her precious skin. Every second felt like an eternity as she waited for the sting, but she didn't feel it. Maybe it had already bitten her and she'd missed it? Maybe the mosquito would be happy now and fly away.

To her chagrin, the buzzing continued. It felt like the bug was about to enter her ear and she had to twitch it to get rid of it. The mosquito didn't give up, though. Once again it landed somewhere. Scootaloo was sure it was sitting right on her shoulder. She could feel it. The mosquito was clearly aware of its superiority over the filly, savouring every moment of its soon to follow feast of tender young foal. And then it took wing again. Scootaloo was hoping against all hope that it was now full of her blood and would go away and digest it or make magic dolls that could move her against her will or whatever mosquitoes did with the blood.

Several seconds passed by in total silence, the familiar itches of the nettle-stings returning for a reprise, as did the ache in her back. At least she hadn't had time to think about them when the mosquito had been stalking her and she almost wished it would return. Her wish was, of course, answered immediately. She sighed, the buzzing growing louder in her ears once more. This time she was certain that she felt it land on her foreleg. She lifted her head ever so slightly to see the bug sit on her skin, maybe an inch from her eyes. Her first reflex was to blow it away, but that would only make it fly around again. It wouldn't be that bad, right? She was always playing outside, so being covered in mosquito bites was normal for her. Well, mosquito bites, bee stings, nettle rash, rope burn, and tree sap. It was the first time Scootaloo had seen a mosquito in action. She looked on as the tiny bug inserted its needle into her skin, quickly grew a lot fatter and flew away. She hadn't felt a thing, except for a tiny prickle, which she was pretty sure she'd imagined.

All in all, Scootaloo was pretty much disappointed in not seeing a gaping wound or even a drop of blood. She almost felt betrayed.

The door slammed open with way too much force as the bully duo entered. To Scootaloo's immense relief, she'd just stopped moving and knew she probably wasn't going to be in trouble. Her hind legs quivered once more, their aching only trumped by the jolts of pain from her back. She heard the two bullies giggle again. Scootaloo might have imagined it, but there just might have been a tinge of nervousness under the fillies' normal schadenfreude. That made three of them.

"Have you learned your lesson, blankflank?" Diamond Tiara said in a grating, sing-song voice.

Scootaloo didn't know whether she should answer, having been told to stay quiet in the corner. She was desperate to get out from there. So desperate, in fact, that she hardly even thought of what would be coming next.

"Come here," Diamond Tiara commanded.

With a grand sigh of relief, Scootaloo turned around to drop on all fours. A stab of pain shot through her back, and she unceremoniously landed flat on her stomach. Her forelegs had lost all sensation, not supporting her weight at all. Her chin, on the other hoof, felt the slam on the floorboards quite gingerly, sending a few sparks dancing in her vision. Crash-landing on her face wasn't really that much of a deal for her, especially from such a low altitude, but still, it made tears once again well up in her eyes. Almost on reflex, she checked around her mouth. Luckily for her, she hadn't bitten her tongue.

"What are you playing at? I didn't give you permission to lie down!" Diamond Tiara walked over to the prone Pegasus furiously. "Get up! Or do I have to send you back to the corner!?"

"No! Please!" Scootaloo begged, having lost the last of her will to fight the bully while standing in the corner. "I can't! I'm sorry! I... I can't feel my hooves!"

"What do you mean 'can’t feel your hooves'?" Silver Spoon asked. "Are you, like, joking or something?"

"I'm... argh!" The tingling in her hooves told her that her sensation was coming back, and it was doing so with a vengeance. She tried not to move them, but even the slightest twitch felt like she'd plunged her limbs into boiling water. "My... hooves... went numb! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Just please don't make me go back there," she pleaded. Through her blurry eyes, she could see the gloating face of Diamond Tiara, watching over her defeated slave. The grin she had on her face was dangerous, almost hungry. Scootaloo sniffled despite herself.

"You'll have time to get your feeling back when you're on... on my lap!" Diamond Tiara said. She prodded Scootaloo's forehoof, sending another wave of agony through it. "Get up."

Scootaloo gritted her teeth and climbed up to all fours. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been a moment ago, and lying down had made her back at least remotely, slightly, maybe, possibly, hurt a little bit less. With clenched teeth, she slowly walked after Diamond Tiara. She watched helplessly as the bully climbed back into the chair and patted her lap. Scootaloo took a deep breath and crawled onto Diamond Tiara's lap. At least this time she could do it at her own pace and wasn't dragged there by her ear, like with her father. She lifted her tail up, just like she was told to do at home and closed her eyes, waiting for the spanking to start.

Diamond Tiara put one forehoof onto Scootaloo's back. "Now, blankflank. I'm gonna give you your punishment. You better not move or I'll, umm..."

"Start over," Silver Spoon theatre-whispered.

"Yes! I'll start over. So no moving! Do I make myself clear?"

Scootaloo looked at the floorboards and muttered "Yes, Mistress."

A hoof landed onto her uplifted rump. It made a loud smacking sound, but it didn't really hurt too much. She still had to wiggle her rump for a moment after it, expecting more to follow.

"What was that?" Diamond Tiara asked.

"Yes, Mistress." Scootaloo said, still quietly, but it seemed to satisfy her spanker.

Scootaloo felt her tail being tugged up even higher and pinned against her back. It was almost a relief, because she usually struggled to keep it from covering her rear during a spanking. Her father always made sure to stop for as long as it took for her to lift it up again, always making sure she understood that it also meant extra smacks. The main thing to her was that she would not not end up his lap today. This should be a cakewalk compared to it. A breeze. A—

The first real hit landed. It interrupted her thoughts as much as it did her breathing. It hurt far more than Scootaloo had expected. The second and third smack followed suit, not giving her time to catch her breath again. She bit her teeth together and clenched her bottom, purely as a reflex. The next hit slammed straight into her hard buttocks and Diamond Tiara yelped from surprise.

"Oww! S-stop that, you stupid blankflank!"

"I'm sorry," Scootaloo said, afraid of what extra punishment she'd have to endure now.

"Don't do it again or I'll start over."

Scootaloo heard Diamond Tiara blow on her hoof a few times and probably shake it. Seems this time it really did hurt the bully more than it hurt her. A tiny glimmer of hope had been sparked in her mind. Maybe she'd be getting off with a dozen smacks when the bully couldn't keep on going? She could feel a smile creep onto her face, but quickly shooed it away so neither of the other fillies would notice.

The rest of the smirk was cleaned away as the next smacks landed. Diamond Tiara was clearly angrier than before and was using a lot more force. Her aim was really random, just hitting wherever she could as hard as she could. Scootaloo whinnied despite herself, trying to keep her hindquarters as limp as possible. Her vision of the floor rocked back and forth from the strikes, but it really wasn't that bad. It hurt, sure, but it was nothing compared to what she'd gotten before.

After maybe another two dozen smacks, Diamond Tiara stopped. "Well? How does it feel, huh?" she asked, clearly out of breath.

Scootaloo was quiet for a moment. Sure, her bottom felt warm and stung a bit, but that was it. She was about to say just that to rub it into Diamond Tiara's face, but thought better of it. Time to play it smart, she thought. "It, umm, it hurts. Like, a lot," she said. After a moment she added "Like really, really lot."

"G-good! Because I'm just s-starting. Yeah. You're so gonna get it."

Scootaloo could feel Diamond Tiara shaking her hoof again. She almost laughed. If the bully hadn't picked that exact moment to hit her right at the base of her tail, she probably would have. Instead it came out as more of a yelp.

"See? You're not getting off easy," Diamond Tiara said, clearly gloating from having made her victim cry out loud.

The smacks continued to rain down onto Scootaloo's rear. The hits weren't even close to as bad as they'd been at the start—Diamond Tiara was clearly losing steam. She made sure to make a few "Oww!" and "Aih!" sounds just to make the bully think she was succeeding at her task. After maybe a total of fifty smacks, they once more stopped.

"O-okay, blankflank. Get off."

Scootaloo didn't have to be told twice. She made sure not to just jump down from Diamond Tiara's lap, moving slower as to seem more hurt than she was. She even sniffled. Her bottom did feel hot, so as soon as she got down on the floor she started rubbing it to ease the pain. She looked at Diamond Tiara, who was clearly cradling her forehoof and trying to massage it the same way she did with her rear. "So, uhh, we done?" Scootaloo asked.

The bullies looked at each other and giggled. "Nu-uh!" Diamond Tiara said. "Silvy? Would you go get The Thing?"

"Be right back," Silver Spoon said and sauntered out, making sure to wave her tail as she went.

A hollow pit was forming down in Scootaloo's stomach. "T-the thing?"

Diamond Tiara walked right up to her and leaned forward, making Scootaloo shrink down. "You didn't think you'd be getting off with just a hoof-spanking, did you? No, we have something far worse for you." When she saw Scootaloo's scared expressions, she added, "A lot worse."

Scootaloo's mouth had been lined with sandpaper. "What? W-w-what is it?"

Silver Spoon returned inside, carrying in her mouth a thin, foot long branch. All the bark, leaves, and other protrusions had been cleanly nibbled away. She dropped it on the floor, right in front of Scootaloo.

Scootaloo knew what it was, but she could hardly believe what the bullies were planning. "A switch?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon giggled at her panicked expression.

"But, but, you didn't say anything about a switch!" Scootaloo shouted, her voice breaking at the word.

"Well I didn't say anything about not using one, now did I?" Diamond Tiara said.

"Yeah. If you hadn't talked back to us, you would have just gotten the hoof, but because you were in the corner, me and Tiara got bored and figured you deserved something worse. So it's pretty much your own fault," Silver Spoon added.

"I... but... " Scootaloo stammered, not knowing what to say.

"You really didn't think you'd get off that easy, did you?" Diamond Tiara walked up to Scootaloo. "My hoof really hurts already and I really don't want to touch your dirty blank flank any more. Eww, even touching you might make me lose my Cutie Mark." She turned around so her tail slapped Scootaloo in the face. "I'm sure you'll cry for real this time and not just act like you were."

"Wait, you knew?" Scootaloo asked dumb-founded.

"We do now," Silver Spoon added as she circled on Scootaloo's other side. "I thought you were acting, but I wasn't sure."

"I, of course, knew all along," Diamond Tiara said directly into Scootaloo's ear.

"Wait, you did?" Silver Spoon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm practically a professional in acting like a hurt little filly. That's why Daddy always gives me whatever I want," Diamond Tiara said. She turned to look at Scootaloo. "So yeah, I know you were faking it and that you're not even close to crying for real. So now you're gonna get the switch and I won't have to hold back because of my hoof."

Scootaloo tried to form words, but all she could do was stare at the length of wood lying in front of her. Another slap to her rump shook her out of it.

"Now you're gonna climb onto the chair and let your legs hang over the sides," Diamond Tiara explained. She motioned for Scootaloo to move.

After swallowing the huge lump from her throat, Scootaloo climbed up onto the chair. She laid on it, just like she was on somepony's lap, except her belly was against the wooden seat. Her hooves could barely touch the floor.

"Oh, Silvy?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"Could you hold her hooves so she stays still?"

"Uh, okay?"

Silver Spoon walked into Scootaloo's view. She placed her forehooves on top of the other filly's. "Just, try not to, like, cry on my hooves and stuff." She flashed her a wicked grin.

Scootaloo tried to put on a brave face, but in vain. Her belly was already itching against the rough wood and the pressure it put onto her chest made it harder to breathe as well. She felt a light rap on her bottom from the switch. It wasn't a strike, just Diamond Tiara finding her aim. Still, goosebumps ran over Scootaloo's back.

"Tail up and no clenching," Diamond Tiara commanded.

Scootaloo had to struggle to get her tail up. The thought of that evil-looking switch biting into her rear made her tail-muscles refuse to comply, but she finally succeeded. She once again felt the switch touch her bottom, travelling up and down, all the way from her ankles up to her tail. More goosebumps ran all over her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

She barely registered the whistling swish from behind her. What she did notice was the sound the switch made when it hit her bottom. It was a loud 'THWACK' that felt just as sharp as it sounded like. It took Scootaloo's body a moment to register the pain, but when it finally hit her, her eyes shot open. "Ahh!" she cried out loud. Her whole body rocked forward, but Silver Spoon held her in place from her shoulders.

The next hit came almost immediately after, hitting her high, almost on the base of her tail. It felt worse than the first one. Then another hit, once again with no pause, hit her on the thighs. She wasn't sure if it was just bad aiming or if Diamond Tiara had wanted to hit that low. Whichever it was soon faded from her mind, because the hits kept on coming.

"OWW! AIHHH!" Scootaloo yelped, feeling her eyes watering once again. She tried to fight, kicking with her legs, but she couldn't reach the floor or anypony behind her. She struggled to get her forelegs free, but Silver Spoon pushed down with all of her weight, pinning her to the chair. And the hits kept on coming.

"OWOWOWWW! PLEASE! NO MORE!" she shouted, her voice breaking with the first sobs. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

Thwack!

"Ple-he-heaase!"

Thwack!

"No! No more!"

Thwack!

"It hurts!"

Thwack!

"IT HURTS!"

Thwack!

"IT HURRRRTS!"

Thwack!

"I'M SORRY!"

Thwack!

"PLEASE! STOP!"

Thwack!

"Please... stop..."

Thwack!

"...stop..."

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

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Diamond Tiara took a small pause, so Scootaloo tried to plead to the other bully instead. She looked through blurry eyes at Silver Spoon. "Please oh please oh please make her STOP! Pleaseee!" She saw the filly look at her, having lost her wicked grin and now looking on her with almost pity.

"I—" Silver Spoon started, but could never finish.

"At least this time you're not just acting," came Diamond Tiara's voice from behind her. "We're just getting started, blankflank, and I think I'm gonna enjoy this."

Again, the switch returned to work on her rump. Hit after hit rained mercilessly down on her rear, with no pause. "OWWW! OWWW!" she cried over and over again, mixed in with the cries were her sobs and panting. She tried to think of anything else, bite her lip and her tongue, but she could hardly even notice the pain compared to the agony in raining into her rump. Struggle as she might. She tried to block the blows with her tail, but it was yanked to the side in an instant and the hits kept on coming.

Scootaloo could do nothing else. She lifted her head up and screamed. It wasn't crying any more, just a wordless scream, breaking in her throat. Diamond Tiara didn't care. It seemed to Scootaloo that the hits just got harder, but there was nothing she could do about it. She kicked and screamed, tried to punch Silver Spoon, anything she could. The Earth Pony holding her down was surprisingly strong, or she just couldn't muster enough strength, but it was futile to struggle again Silver Spoon. She screamed more, hammering her forehooves against the chair's legs, shaking her vigorously to butt Silver Spoon on the chin, but she couldn't reach her.

The pain was far worse than Scootaloo could have ever imagined. Her father used the belt, but he always scolded her and gave her small pauses to catch her breath. None of that came this time. Together with the constant pressure on her stomach and chest, the screaming brought bile up her throat, making her gag in the middle of her sobs. She was sure she was going to vomit soon.

"Stop!" Silver Spoon shouted.

The hits stopped for a second. Scootaloo had never been so thankful of anything in her short life than for that one little word.

"Why?" Diamond Tiara asked impatiently. She was out of breath as well.

"She sounded like she was gonna throw up," Silver Spoon answered.

"Gross! Really!?"

"Yeah. Maybe you should take it—"

"I think she's okay now," Diamond Tiara decreed, the next hit immediately landing onto Scootaloo's bottom, right on her thighs.

"No! No more! I can't take any more!" Scootaloo shouted, her voice clogged with the snot running from her nose. She hadn't been able to see in a long time now, so she just squeezed her eyes shut. Another volley of hits bit into her flesh. After a dozen more, the pain felt like it was moving from her bottom and up her whole body. She kicked out with both her hind legs, squirming and screaming at the top of her lungs, but It was no longer from pain, but from outright panic that the switching would never stop.

Then it ended. Not the spanking, but her struggling. Scootaloo couldn't shout any more. She had no more words to shout with. All fight left her. She just lay there, the merciless switch working on her bottom, again and again endlessly. It wasn't that her bottom had stopped feeling the blows. Quite the opposite, every hit felt like it was building on the previous ones into something beyond what she could have thought possible. There just wasn't anything she could do any more, but to take them. There was no more strength left in her tiny body. Her hooves felt like they weighted a ton. She'd been hollering into the air, but her head just fell down.

"Tiara?" she distantly heard Silver Spoon say.

The rest of her words were lost on Scootaloo. She felt the hooves holding her down leave and she just slumped to the side, trying to cover herself as best as she could from the hits. She hit the floor with a grunt. When she opened her eyes, she saw the two bullies standing over her, Diamond Tiara still holding the switch in her mouth.

"Hey! I wasn't finished yet!" Diamond Tiara said, dropping her tool.

"Yes you were. I don't think..." Silver Spoon looked at Scootaloo's rear and had to bring a hoof up to cover her mouth. "Oh my Celestia."

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"But she's all... oh my Celestia. That's—"

"Awesome, right? I bet she won't sit for a week!" Diamond Tiara said proudly. "Don't worry, you get to go next."

"What? You want me to spank her? After that?" Silver Spoon answered, her voice cracking in disbelief.

"Yeah! I bet it'll hurt even worse now!"

"No way, nu-uh. I'm not gonna spank her! Just look at her! She can't even stand!"

"Well then she won't fight back. I had to dodge her legs half the time because she kept bucking. She even smacked my tiara off. I swear, if she dented it, I'll make her buy me a new one."

Scootaloo's tail touched her spanked rump, and she jerked it away. Even the slight touch of her soft foal's hair had been enough to send burning jolts of pain up her spine. Her whinny turned the bullies' attention towards her.

Diamond Tiara leaned down and leered. "Did you hear that, blankflank? You get to do it all over again with Silver Spoon!"

"N-no... please..." Scootaloo sobbed.

"Get up!" She kicked Scootaloo's side roughly.

"Please..."

"Umm, Tiara? I don't think I should do it," Silver Spoon said.

Diamond Tiara was against her friend's muzzle in an instant, her face red with rage. "YOU WILL GIVE HER A SPANKING RIGHT NOW!" she exploded. "I just gave her one and you'll do the exact same thing to her. It won't be fair if only one of us does it. We're in this together, so you do not get to decide."

Silver Spoon backed away and looked down. "But..."

Diamond Tiara turned her crazed expression back on Scootaloo. "I told you to get up!"

Scootaloo felt a hoof grab her ear and yank her head up from the floor. She scrambled up as fast as she could, but her legs were made of lead. She fell back onto the floor, covering her head. Diamond Tiara slapped her hooves away and this time, a pair of sharp teeth bit into Scootaloo's ear. She screamed out from pain. Diamond Tiara pulled her up from the floor and this time there was nothing Scootaloo could do. Even though she didn't think her hooves would support her, she somehow got up. She was dragged over the seat of the chair by her ear. After the bully let go, something wet ran down the side of her face. She hoped it was not what she imagined it to be, but just spit from Diamond Tiara's mouth.

"Go on! Give the blankflank what she deserves!" Diamond Tiara shouted. She slammed her hooves onto Scootaloo's. Unlike Silver Spoon, she leaned onto them with full force, grinding her shoulders against the chair as she towered above her. For just a second, Scootaloo could see something wet glistening between Diamond Tiara's legs and thighs, but she thought she'd just imagined it. Her head was jerked up and the eyes of the monster were upon her.

Diamond Tiara's eyes were open all the way, but her pupils were just tiny dots against her irises. "Well?! Go on, Silvy!"

Silver Spoon hesitated again. "I don't want to, Tiara. It's not right. She's too hurt."

"YOU WILL BEAT HER UP!" Diamond Tiara screamed.

Scootaloo closed her eyes, praying for a miracle to happen and save her from her torture. It was the only thing she could do any more.

That prayer was answered by a cyan Pegasus who at that very moment kicked the door of the clubhouse in. Through Scootaloo's blurred vision, she looked like an avenging angel, standing lit by the low sun behind her, framing her rainbow mane in a fiery halo of bloody vengeance. The incarnation of justice walked in, her red eyes blazing fury like two dark braziers filled with embers. The kind that were used to heat irons before branding criminals on their cutie marks in the days of old.

"What the hay are you doing?!" Rainbow Dash shouted.

Author's Note

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