The Hand of God

You are Anonymous and you're at Twilight's ugly ass castle right now. Life's been good for you. Ever since that scene at the prison, Twilight was insistent that you stay indoors. For the first day of confinement you were anxious, but Twilight always made sure to stop in every hour to 'feed' you.

The both of you have gotten to like this arrangement. You noticed that every hour soon turned to every fifty minutes which by the next day dwindled to every half hour. Right now it's night and Twilight is sprawled on your lap, you're hand slowly patting her rump while she contently reads a book.

“Twilight?” The two of you turn to see Spike enter the room, “Some guard says that he's here to take Anon.”

“What? Why?”

“He says Celestia wants to talk to him.”

“Oh,” she quietly says before hopping off your legs, “okay.”

You get up and follow her to the front gate. At the entrance of the palace are two pegasus guards in golden armor, one gray and the other white. The white one is still strapped onto a carriage while the gray on leads you into it. After taking the seat the guard harnesses himself next to his compatriot. As they start to trot off you look back to see Twi starring to you before they start beating their wings and take to flight. You really must have grown on her and to be fair she's grown a bit on you.

But you push that thought out of your mind and wonder what Celestia meant when she said that she wanted to see what else you could do with your hands. If you play your cards right, your hands might smell like fish.

The flight is ultimately uneventful but the scenery was gorgeous. The small ponies making their ways home for the night look like ants from up here. In truth, you weren't flying too high but the ponies are small to begin with. The pegasi moving the last night clouds drift peacefully by and the air is the perfect crispness of early autumn.

The flight would seem like it should be shorter than it actually is. After 50 minutes of beautiful scenic views you finally fly into Canterlot proper. The carriage spirals inward over the mountain city as it lazes with the hustle of a small city below. It seems Celestia told them to pull out all the stops.

Finally the guards pull onto an overhang high on the palace tower.

“Here's the destination,” says the gray stallion after unharnessing himself and opening the door for you.

“Thank you,” you say after stepping out, only to see them take to the skies again, “have a nice night!” you shout after them.

“I know I will,” a now familiar voice replies from behind you.

You turn to be greeted by Celestia in a fine white gossamer nightgown. Your mind wanders wondering why someone who's always naked would wear clothes to bed. Even more confounding is how wearing more clothes actually make her look sexier.

She snaps you out of that inquiry by stepping towards you. “I'm afraid that tonight's... entertainment will have to be put on hold for a short while. Twilight tells me that you have a saying where you're from: 'spare the rod and spoil the child.'?” She's standing face to face with you now.

“Yes. It's actually a passage from an influential holy text. Why?”

She inspects your chest while licking her chops and turns back to her chamber. “Let's just say that for tonight, you are my rod,” she says while the tip of her wing grazes your tightening pants.

You follow her out of the open air and into her room, “And where, pray tell, is the spoiled child?”

Without a misplaced step Celestia keeps walking when she cries out, “Luna! Bring in our nephew!”

The doors open and white stallion walks with Luna following close behind. He looks familiar. You actually think you got into an argument with him soon after your arrival, but his demeanor is totally different. His eyes are fixed on the floor, his haunches are lowered in defeat, his hooves drag on the floor, his blond mane is mussed up, and his suit's torn.

Celestia turns to you, “do you know who this is, Anonymous? I believe you've met once.”

You squat down to get a good look at his face. “Yeah... I've met him. I think he called me a pleb once.”

“You are a pleb, ape.”

“I'm not a pleb, I'm PC master-race,” you say standing up as Luna nudges him.

Celestia looks at you confused.

“Never mind. So this is the 'child'?”

“Yes,” Celestia continues, “he decide to show up drunk for a formal event being held for the Griffin ambassador. When the ambassador expressed displeasure at his attitude, my nephew here, Prince Blueblood, started shouting obscenities and got into a brawl with the entire delegation. Luckily Luna was there to put an end to it as soon as it started, but his actions caused the Griffins to retract from an important trade agreement that I personally spent years working on.”

Well, fuck, that's some hefty shit.

“Celestia, I think that he needs more than just a paddling. I mean, I'll be your rod but my rod's not nearly large enough for that. And I have a pretty large rod.” You say that final part with a wink to Luna who seems totally unphased by the innuendo.

“Oh, he's already been ordered to pay a large indemnity to the Griffin delegation and a fine for public drunkenness and disorderly conduct. What I want now is to punish him for ruining my trade agreement that I spent so long on. This, here, is family business.”

“Is this against the law?”

“I am the law.”

“Alright,” you clap your hands together, “let's get to it!”

You take a seat on the plush bedspread and pat your lap. Blueblood looks at you and shuffles backwards into Luna.

“B-but aunties, I'm a grown adult.”

Celestia walks over to him and lifts his head with her hoof and looks him straight in the eye, “then stallion-up and accept the punishment like the grown adult you claim to be.” Her voice carries a calmness with it. She doesn't sound angry or frustrated but instead she sounds like a teacher lecturing a small child and encouraging him to do the right thing. “A grown stallion would acknowledge his wrong doing and welcome the punishment with the knowledge that in doing so he helps maintain the balance that he upset.”

“But I don't wanna,” he spits out. God, he does sound like a child, a naughty misbehaved child who must be set straight.

Celestia tries to coax him further. You've decided you've seen enough of this pitiful display. A grown-ass adult acting like a spoiled rotten child. You stand up and interrupt the quiet pleadings from Celestia by grabbing tight his ear and pulling him to the bed. His watery eyes finally letting tears free in small sobs.

“Save your tears, boy,” you say as you drop down on the bed, “you'll need 'em for later.”

You roughly grab his haunches and pull him on your lap with a swift jerk. You pin him in place with your left arm running down his back. After lifting his tail with your right hand, you pass it to the left to hold it up when you do your business. His plump white ass is now exposed for you and the Princesses. Outside of the cutie marks, his ass is an immaculate white tone except at the very bottom. While you don't want to be caught checking out his ass in front of the Princesses, a quick glance shows that just under his two round cheeks are two generously sized testicles covered in thin black hairs. You note to try not to hit those.

After you cock your arm up, you look to the two Princesses and Celestia nods solemnly. However Luna nods far more eagerly.

Your arm swings like a windmill and strikes him firmly on the rear. One. He gasps in reaction and the Princesses remain still in their vigil. The height of you arm builds and once again falls without word on Blueblood's surprisingly supple rump. Over and over again with no relent you strike him for his insolence. You continue to stain Blueblood's white rear with pink stripe after stinging pink stripe. You decide to get creative and start to slap a crude drawing into his feminine butt. His breath staggers and you feel a warmth in your lap.

Did he just piss on you? That's a paddling.

Your slowing pace picks up and you smack his behind with a renewed vigor. His panting intensifies likewise, no longer accompanied by sobs. It seems you've finally broken this unruly horse but you continue for good measure. After another minute he shudders as he loses control again and the dampness on your pants reheats and expands.

“Enough.” Celestia finally says as an aura envelopes your manic hand. Celestia gleefully trots over. She leans down to look into Blueblood's haggard eyes still puffy from tears. With the voice of a concerned mother she asks him if he's learned his lesson which he confirms with frantic nods.

A blue aura envelopes him as Luna carries him out of the bedchamber.

Celestia runs a hoof down your chin, “thank you, Anonymous. I don't think I would've been able to do that.”

“No problem, Celestia,” you say standing up. You try to straighten your pants to feel a hot stickiness. Looking down you realize that Blueblood didn't piss himself; he came. Twice.

Celestia chuckles, “don't worry, Anonymous,” your clothes are immediately encased in a golden aura and torn apart at the seams, “I was planning on ruining those anyway. Isn't that right, Luna?”

“Indeed, sister.” Luna replies after closing the door behind Blueblood. She must've liked what she saw in that dream.