No, the riding crop.

Twilight was getting rather tired of Celestia’s stoic demeanor.

She always had expectations for how Celestia would respond, some of them hopeful, others, not so much. But rarely did Celestia ever indulge her as of late with anything other than a nod; Just a slight tip of her head, and a knowing, small smile. Even when it was something that should have been jaw droppingly inappropriate, Twilight couldn't even manage to get a raised eyebrow.

Surely this was just a matter of needing to elaborate more. No way could Celestia be so unperturbed, not if she understood fully what Twilight was saying. So Twilight tensed up, and prepared to throw herself to the hopefully proverbial gallows, again, and elaborate further.

“You know when I say I was having fantasies, I meant like… well…”

“Sexual fantasies?” Celestia said, at least giving Twilight a raised brow in response.

“Yeah… That.” Twilight mumbled, trailing off into silence.

Twilight shivered a bit as a cold wind nipped against her fur. It was a pleasant night on the balcony of Celestia’s personal chambers, the subtle chill a stark contrast from the intense heat that had held in the day earlier. Not that Twilight would have known, for she had spent the entire time locked away in her room, formulating her words as to not inspire the outrage or disgust of Celestia - And fantasizing about the off chance of a rather intrigued Celestia.

But she didn’t get either extreme, and as much as she found it irrational to do so, she was starting to get annoyed by the lack of reaction.

“Well?” She half blurted after she could no longer stand the silence. “Aren't you going to say something? Tell me what a pervert I am and expel me? Sit me down and explain to me why I’m sick in the head?”

“Whisk you away off your hooves and make sweet love to you in the night?” Celesia asked with a teasing smile, which made the lavender unicorn turn red.

“Honestly,’ Celestia continued. “I’m not surprised in the slightest. I expected this.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I did.” Celestia sighed. “You’ve been under my wing since you were little, and haven't befriended anyone, other than spike, ever since. I had a hunch that whenever you started being interested in sex, that I would be the target of some, if not most, of your desires.

Twilight scrunched up her muzzle in thought. “But, If you knew, then why didnt you ever say anything?”

“Because its quite egotistical to assume such things in the first place.” Celestia said with humor. “And because I wanted to wait. Wait until you were ready to talk about such things, if at all. There was a equal chance you would find infatuation with another, or just show no interest in the act at all. Other than medical knowledge, I was becoming worried that you would never take notice to nature's call.

The lavender Twilight blossomed into a beet red. “Y-you mean you wanted me to be interested in sex?”

Celestia laughed. “Of course. Despite what some may say, sex is not something to be ashamed of. Its a wonderful and intimate thing between two ponies. It spawns new life, and is often intertwined with love and passion. Besides,” Celestia gave a small shrug. “It is nature, after all.”

“And you don't think its wrong that the student you've known since she was a filly now has… Urges, for you?”

“I am an immortal goddess who has been on this planet for thousands of years. If age was such a problem, then I wouldn't have taken any suitors in the first place.”

Twilight choked on her own gasp. “You've had suitors? When?!”

“I admit, It has been a while, a century or so, but yes, I’ve had suitors in the past. Ponies I’ve been involved with for sexual or romantic reasons when I was younger.”

Twilight couldn't stop her mind from forming images of a naked Celestia, entangled in a mass of able bodied ponies indulging in a orgy. She blushed, and Celestia gave her a curious glance, which made her blush even more.

“Okay. So its fine that I have these 'urges'.” Twilight said, still dancing around the word. “But there is definitely a line where it’s not okay, right? What if what I want to do is weird?”

“Some are more eccentric in the art of love than others, and while many of my little ponies can find reasons to be unnerved by others, It’s hard for me to personally condemn what many find strange. Living for so long tends to make one jaded, and when two or more ponies consent to something, It’s hard to justify stopping them, so long as everypony is being responsible.”

“But what if you think of really messed up things?” Twilight said, a frown finding her face. “There has to be a limit.”

“Ponies are complicated things. Even I have made mistakes, have been foolish, and have thought inexcusable thoughts within the sanctity of my own mind.” Celestia said, a sense of mourning in her words. “We are far from the perfect creatures we wish to be, each one of us with a different perspective in which we define the world. Different voices we hear, each with their own varying responses to any given thing. The best we can do is be aware, and choose which thoughts to act on.”

What Celestia was saying made sense in its own way, but what was more important at the time was the fact that she wasn't being shunned. Twilight visibly relaxed. But of course, that was only half the gamble. She didn’t believe she would even get this far, but Celestia was gaining a growing track record for betraying her worst expectations, so Twilight pushed on.

“Say I still had those urges…” Twilight resumed.

“Yes, I would assume that you still do.”

“Well I was just wondering, I mean if there was any chance… I mean what would you do… How would you feel…”

Celestia kept silent, watching Twilight with a mischievous glimmer in her eye as her student fumbled with her words.

“... Any chance you would want to do those things with me?”

And there it was said. Twilight was fortunate to have already restocked her personal library. She had enough books to last her through the few weeks she would need to live down this shame. Maybe have Spike bring her meals from the kitchen and turn in her assignments.

“Yes.” Celestia Answered.

Twilight’s eyes grew bright. “Wait, Really?!”

“Provided, you realise that I’m doing this as a platonic gesture. I think you’re still too inexperienced to know the difference between love and lust. However,” Celestia paused, giving a almost leering look over her student. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious on the nature of your fantasies.”

Twilight swore she felt her pulse stop for a second too long. She gulped down to clear the rock forming in her throat. “Well, I mean, I’ve had several of them. Alot of them are, ah, colorful?“

“Colorful?”

“Colorful.” Twilight said simply, without elaborating further. She had never heard of ponies dying of embarrassment, but she felt a few mere words away from cardiac arrest.

Celestia could only smile further, a bit of her more impish nature getting the better of her, what with Twilight making herself such an easy target to tease.

“Tell me, why don't you go into some details of one of your more recent fantasies?” inquired Celestia.

“Is that really necessary?” stammered Twilight.

“Well, if we are going to start entertaining your urges, I would like to know some details of what you would like to try. Think of this as a more ‘hands on’ means of exploring your sexuality.”

“Alright, so long as you’re not going to judge me.”

“Twilight, you are a wonderful pony. You are more than just your sexual desires, which I’m sure are not as bad as you think they are.”

Despite the heartfelt vote of confidence, Twilight found herself unable to look at Celestia. Her cheeks burned as her mind re wove the fantasy. The scene coming to her mind more quickly and clearly than she would like to admit.

“Well, Remember when I failed that test yesterday?” Twilight started.

“Failed? I remember you getting a B on that test.”

Twilight cringed a bit. Getting a A instead of an A+ was one thing, but a B? Celestia help her if she had gotten a C of all things. She would have expelled herself right then and there.

“Yeah, well after that, I was kind of just thinking about a ‘what if’ situation. About what if you got upset at me and…”

“...And?”

“And.” Twilight said after some hesitance. “Gave me a punishment.”

The word burned like vice on her tongue. She could feel herself flushing with arousal instead of just embarrassment, knowing full well that Celestia was observing her.

“Oh? What kind of punishment?”

“You know, Its the kind where I, um, well...” she petered off

Twilight was so absorbed in looking below her, that she didn't notice when Celestia had moved until the Princess was right next to her, arms touching. Despite the awkwardness she felt, Celestia’s closeness was a familiar comfort.

“Start from the beginning,” Celestia instructed. “Go slowly, talk about the particular details that interested you the most.”

Twilight nodded, then closed her eyes. She didn't need to focus to recall, lust had a way of making fleeting dreams stay in her memory. But she could already feel herself becoming unsteady, and any focus she could latch onto would be needed.

“It starts with me being called into your office. I’m nervous because I already know what its about; my failed test. I open the door, and you’re there, sitting at your chair and scowling at me.

“Scowling?”

“Yes. It’s clear that you’re not happy with me, or atleast thats how you look. I’m so scared I can barely move, but I walk forward at your command anyways. I’m hanging my head, I can't look up at you out of shame. You start to reprimand me, saying I’ve been rather distracted as of late, and that it’s effecting my studies. You say that I need…”

Twilight trailed off as she noticed the hand on her shoulders, it was starting to move down her arm. When Twilight gave a look to Celestia, the Princess motioned for her to continue.

“You say that I need to be punished, to learn my lesson.”

“Punished? It seems you have a fondness for that word.” Twilight’s ears flickered as she felt real breath tickle them for the first time, the action making her more flustered than she thought it would. “Elaborate a little further, how do I punish you?”

“Well, you circle around me a bit. My skirt is a little too small, and my shirt is a little too tight. You try to look disapproving but I… I can tell you like it.” Twilight felt her tongue twist in a knot, It seemed ludicrous to talk about the fantasy version of Celestia she conjured up. But when Celestia’s hand gave a small squeeze at her side, she felt herself unable to stop.

“You look so big and intimidating in your business suit, its only half buttoned, your… Your breast are almost spilling out, Its so hard to look away. You just keep staring down at me like I’m some sort of small animal, and it’s hard not to just break down and start shivering.”

“You mean like you are now?” Celestia interrupts.

“Y-yeah, I guess like this.” Twilight tried to laugh. “You lean down to the side of my face, and you tell me to go place my palms over on your desk. Your voice is so husky, so commanding, so…”

“Dominating?” Celestia breathed, the low growl just a few hairs widths away making Twilight suck in her breath.

“Yes.” Twilight moaned.

“So, I have my most faithful, little student in a revealing outfit, bent over on my desk and getting hornier by the second. Then what?”

Twilight was hard pressed to stop biting her lip long enough to continue.

“You tell me to keep my eyes forward, and not to say anything. I do at first, but then… Then I see it, the…”

“The paddle?” Celestia asked.

“No, the riding crop.” Twilight breathed.

“Oh my… Do I spank you with it?”

“No. Not right away. You let me feel it first, you put it on my lower leg, and slowly bring it up to my inner thigh. I couldn't stop myself from moaning a bit as I felt it brush close to my… Marehood.”

“Hmmm. Would it have happened to feel anything like this?” Celestia’s horn sparked, and Twilight felt the stiff prod of Celestia’s magical caresses, going up the very same path she mentioned.

“Yes.” Twilight mewled. “Just like that. You play with me for a bit, rubbing it on my m-marehood and I -Ahn!”

Twilight jumped as she felt magic part her folds, and if that wasn’t sweet torment enough, Celestia started biting her ear - and by the stars if it didn't feel even better than she imagined.

“Dont mind me,” Celestia teased. “Please, continue.”

“Y-you take the whip, and rub it across my flanks then, Its so cold, it barely conforms against my skin. Its so stiff and hard, I can tell its going to hurt.” Even as she said it, she tensed her flanks, the slow draw over her cutie mark and rear tickling the flesh in a mesmerizing way. Celestia’s imitated actions making her lose track of reality in her mind.

“It would hurt, wouldn't it? Where you afraid?”

“Yes. No. I knew it would hurt, but I wanted it to hurt. I couldn't wait for you just to wind back and do it, but you kept teasing me longer, running it down my spine- mhff!”

She arched her spine, electricity running through it.

“Around my neck. hnng!”

She twisted her body, pleasure jolting threw her nape.

“And bit my ear.” She squeked as Celestia did so again.

“Like that?”

Twilight’s eyes shifted away to the side. “N-no. You did it harder- Ahhh! Oh Celestia yes! just like that.”

Celestia let out a sultry chuckle. “Why Twilight, I don't think I’ve ever heard you address me without my title.”

“S-sorry, Princess Celestia.”

“I was only poking fun. What happened next?”

Words melded into half stiffened whines, her mouth still forming sentences despite her mind being drowned in pleasure. She grinded against Celestia, desperate for more contact between them, and Celestia’s wandering gropes only urged forward.

“You ask me If I know what you’re going to do with the riding crop. I answer that you’re going to spank me. You ask me if I think I should get off light or not.”

“Well, my most faithful student.” Celestia said, the hypnotic edge in her voice hooking into Twilight like daggers. “Do you think you should get off light?”

“No. I shouldnt.”

Celestia’s magical touch was now replaced by a physical one, warm fingers kneading the supple flesh of her ass, Twilight's hips leaning in to give more to grab.

“Why shouldnt you? You’re normally such a consistently perfect student, surely one mistake can be forgiven.”

Twilight had to bite down on her finger to think through the intoxication. Her eyes had long lost focus, everything she could see rendered meaningless under the pleasure she was feeling.

“Because,” She answered with a shaking, raspy voice. So weak and feminine that Twilight wasn't sure it was hers. “Because I want to be punished.”

“Do you now? Hardly a punishment if you want it.”

“I… I just want to prove that I’m sorry, that it wont happen again.” She said a bit more hurriedly.

“Is that the only reason? Be honest Twilight, it’s not good to hide things from your teacher.”

“I… I…”

“Dont pretend to be bashful. Admit that you want it. A spanking would be quite enjoyable, wouldn't it?

Twilight was losing it. The pervasive voice of ‘not Celestia’ invaded her, except this was Celestia. This was the real Celestia, playing temptress to her desires, pinning her on the edge of climatic bliss as she bit, touched, and teased her into begging for everything she wanted. Twilight was learning just how much of a poor substitute her imagination was for the real thing, even the smallest touch magnified a hundredfold from what her inexperience could predict. Now she was barely able to say the needed words to get what she wished, not out of fear or timidity, but out of raw excitement. If this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up.

“I want it.” She whined. Shame nowhere to be found in her voice “I want you to do it, I want you to spank me.”

SMACK

The sound was thunderous, the blow cracking like the hot pain that shot through her. It hurt, hurt in the good, deep way that penetrated through her, hurt in a way that left a satisfying ache deep into her loins. The burn left in the wake of it all made her want to beg for another, but she didn't have to.

SMACK.

the other flank had quickly received the same treatment, before the stuttering, squealing Twilight could come to her senses. Her legs buckled, strenght lost to lust, and she fell into the arms of Celestia, uttering low profanities and praises to herself and Celestia.

Oh yes, the real thing was better than she could have ever imagined.

“Oh my, Twilight are you okay? I only meant to tease you a bit.” Celestia asked, voice still heavy with hunger.

Another one of those and she would cum from the abuse alone, cementing herself as the masochist she was slowly becoming, no, slowly admitting openly to being. She wanted to ask for another, but even now something nagged at her. The same something that sent her spiraling down this path.

“T-there was something more.” Twilight said in her fervor. “Something else you told me.”

“What was it?”

“It wasn't during this, but before, another dream. You told me not to please myself, that I couldn't cum until you said so and I… I know its stupid of me, crazy even, it was just a dream, but I haven’t touched myself since. It’s been two weeks and I’ve just been going c-crazy, and now…” She looked up at Celestia, pleading with everything she had. “I just want to cum so bad.”

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

“Please, please please, Princess Celestia. Tell me I can. Say I can cum.”

The night air halted as Celestia held her student within her arms, the purple mare spasming, holding back her obvious oncoming orgasm like her very life depended on it. Celestia looked down at her beloved student, who had the most delicious look of desperation she had ever seen in all her years.

She gave Twilight a warm smile, and pet her head. She would make sure Twilight got what she wanted.

“No.”

“N-no?”

“Yes. No.” Celestia said, warm eyes storming like tundras despite never changing in their smoldering look. “I do not give you permission yet. You are not allowed to cum, not yet my faithful little student. Not. Yet.”

And with that, Twilight gave a weak little smile, then fainted.

* * *

Everything smelled like Celestia when she finally found her way back to consciousness, and once her eyes had gained focus, she had found out as to why. She was wrapped in the embrace of Celestia on her bed, a few candles lighting the well decorated room, staving off whatever small darkness the beautifully lit stars in the sky could not.

Twilight lept to alertness, afraid that once again she had dreamed a night of intimacy but was calmed down by Celestia’s gentle touch. “Be still, Twilight. I think I may have been just a little bit too cruel on you out on the balcony.

“Maybe just a little.” Twilight retorted, the dull ache of arousal still fresh within her.

Celestia gave a small hug. “Sorry, but with the way the moment shifted, I didn't quite get to mention that I have my own ‘unique’ taste, that are closely related to what I can assume you are into.”

“And that is?”

“To be blunt, I can be quite the sadist in bed, as I’m sure you just learned.” Celestia said, with no small amount of blush.

“And I really did enjoy it. But I really was hoping to err, finish.” Twilight said, now joining Celestia in blushing.

“I know you do, but you really did set yourself up for that. You looked so adorable, I couldn't help but tease you a little. I forgot just how fun it could be to get into character.” Celestia shifted her demeanor instantly. “And how much I enjoy stringing along a willing slave.”

“Slave?” Twilight quaked as she said the word. “Dont you think thats a tad extreme?”

“Believe me, it fits rather well for the type of thing we’ll be enjoying. But you seem rather fond of ‘faithful student’ in the same context.”

Twilight looked down with another furious blush. “Oh no, you noticed that too?”

“Yes. I admit with some degree of shame that I will feel rather dirty for some time when I call you that in normal situations.”

“So… This is all really happening? It isn't another one of my crazy, super detailed dreams?”

“Yes, this is in fact happening. You and I have quite a bit of fun to have. That is assuming that you don't mind placating a power mad princess bent on making you squirm.” Celestia said, making a face as she tickled the mare to the side of her.

Twilight giggled until Celestia relented. “No, I don't think I’m going to mind that at all.”

Author's Note

I don't know who I enjoy teasing more, Twilight, or my readers.
I promise the next chapter, although short, will have some actual meat and finish to it.