Ch 1 Scootaloo
Scootaloo sat in the front row of the class writing a sentence over and over again on a sheet of paper.
I will restrain myself.
Ms. Cheerilee had caught Scootaloo pushing Featherweight off the swing set in the school yard. She tried to explain to her that Featherweight promised to let her swing next but Cheerilee was having none of it.
She decided the little orange filly's punishment would be to write down the sentence she was given over and over again until she thought she understood.
The only problem was Scootaloo was a filly of action and being locked up in a classroom after school instead of spending her time trying to get a cutie mark nagged at her.
"Ms. Cheerilee, can I be excused from the assignment you've given me?" she asked after much contemplation.
The purple mare stopped grading the papers on her desk to look at the orange filly.
"Have you learned your lesson about being rude to your friends?" Cheerilee asked, looking back at the papers she was grading. She had a feeling what the answer would be.
"No but—"
"Well I'm sorry Scootaloo but those sentences won't write themselves." Cheerilee said, cutting Scootaloo off.
Scootaloo groaned in despair before slamming her head on the table. She really didn't want to continue writing, so she resorted to pleading.
"Please Ms. Cheerilee I'll do anything to get out of here quicker!" The purple maned filly begged as she lifted her face off the table.
"Anything?" Ms. Cheerilee said with a smirk that made Scootaloo a bit nervous.
"Y-yes… anything."
"That's good to hear. Scootaloo come here please." Cheerilee motioned to the table in front of her.
"Get on top of the table and lay down on your belly."
Scootaloo was nervous but complied to what she said. Cheerilee then opened one of the side drawers on her desk and pulled a wooden ruler from the inside. She then tested the ruler by hitting it a couple times on her hoof.
The purple mare decided that if her student didn't want to learn her lesson the conventional way then she would have to resort to the teachings of old.
She then placed a hoof over Scootaloo's hindquarters to steady herself and slammed the ruler as hard as she could into her orange flank.
Scootaloo yelped in pain as the sting of wood on flesh made itself known to her. A red mark clearly etched on her flank .
"Ms. Cheerilee what are you doing?!" Scootaloo asked as tears began to form on her eyes.
"Can't you tell? I'm giving a bad filly what she deserves - a spanking."
She then continued to spank Scootaloo with the ruler with as much strength as she could muster.
Soon Scootaloo's shouts of pain turned into ones of pleasure as a feeling she didn't quite understand began to form in her private areas.
Cherilee loved how Scootaloo's moans sounded but she wanted more.
"Say you're a bad filly who deserves to be punished." The green eyed mare moaned as she continued slapping Scootaloo’s cute little rump.
At first Scootaloo didn't reply but after 3 more resounding slaps to her flank she spoke.
"I'm... I'm a bad filly, that deserves to be punished!"
Cheerilee smiled before turning Scootaloo onto her back to look at her soaking wet pussy.
"So you enjoyed your punishment did you?" she said as she began to run her hoof over Scootaloo's naughty bits.
Scootaloo couldn't explain this weird feeling that was surging from within her, all she knew was that she never wanted it to end and the feeling of Cheerilee's hoof on her most private areas was turning her on even more.
"Please... don't stop." Scootaloo begged between moans.
Unfortunately for her Cherilee did stop.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself way too much and I think it's your turn anyway."
Scootaloo didn't know what she meant by ‘your turn’ and she didn't have much time to think about it as Cherilee settled herself in front of Scootaloo and spread her legs wide.
Scootaloo blushed before saying, "what do you want me to do?"
"It's easy, all you have to do is lick right here," the purple teacher said as she pointed toward her slightly wet nethers.
"Does it make you feel good?"
"Yes very much so," she replied a bit angry that she wasn't pleasuring her already.
"If I make you feel good will you let me leave?"
Cheerilee put her hoof on her chin feigning thinking and said, "maybe."
Scootaloo didn't know how licking her would make her feel good but if their was a chance to leave early she was definitely going to take it.
With that in mind she took a tentative lick. Cheerilee gasped at the feeling of Scootaloo's tongue on her most private areas.
The soft velvety tongue did wonders on Cheerilee’s body making her build closer to the end and leading to a lot of fluid flowing out of her.
Scootaloo was not sure of what the liquid that had entered her mouth tasted of. It was a bit sweet and wasn't all too bad so she continued what she was doing.
At first Cheerilee's moans were slow and soft but progressively got louder and faster as Scootaloo worked.
She noticed how Cheerilee would moan louder every time she licked a small nub at the top of her vagina so she decided to lick and suck on that part.
Exactly as she thought Cheerilee began to moan even louder and even placed her fore hooves on Scootaloo's head to keep her in place.
Scootaloo noticed that her own pussy was extremely hot and bothered so to remedy that she began to rub it feverishly like she had seen Cheerilee do to her earlier.
Eventually both of them had reached their limits.
"I'm gonna... Ahh!" Ms. Cheerilee screamed as she came onto Scootaloo's face.
Her mare juices splashed all over Scootaloo’s face, so much so that it was also in her mane.
The orange filly drank as much as she could while rubbing herself feverishly. After a little while she came with a loud moan that could definitely be heard in the schoolyard if anypony was around. Once the sex high started to dissipate she fell onto Ms. Cheerilee, exhaustion getting the best of her.
The two of them decided to just lay there as they rode out their orgasms. Eventually Scootaloo spoke first.
"Am I allowed to leave now?"
"Yes, you're allowed to go."
With a small ‘yes!’ Scootaloo trotted out of school building and quickly went home to clean herself off.
