AppleJack Watches Big Mac be Punished

“Oh yes, I remember. I was asking you a question, you were being a naughty pony and not answering me.”

“Well, duh. That’s cus he got a gag in mouth.” Applejack informed Rarity.

Rarity turned to Applejack. Her face strained with patience toward the farmer. “Deary, do you mind not speaking. You might ruin the atmosphere.”

“Oh. Alright then.”

Rartiy faced Big Mac’s rear end. “Now for the last time, will you give me an answer?”

“Mmmph.” Big Mac responded.

“I see. You asked for it.” Rarity swung the paddle back.

WHAP!

“MMMMM!” Macintosh screamed.

WHAP!

“MMMM!”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“MMMMMM!” Big Mac tried to shift from the pain, but he was still restrained by the ropes. Drool began to drip down his chin. Underneath the blindfold, his eyes began to lull back into his head.

Applejack stared at her big brother’s behind being spanked. She could tell he was enjoying this, but she couldn't understand why. What could be fun about getting your behind hit? Maybe she

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Rarity gave Big Mac three more hits and then let him settle. Her eyes were wide and breath came in quick pants. She always felt a thrill when she played, but knowing that Applejack is watching her brother being paddle sent shivers up her spine.

Rarity lowered the paddle on the ground and turned around to the right corner. She pulled out Big Mac’s toolbox, expect it was of Rarity’s fetish gear. She looked through her items and pulled out a red cattle prod, with a dial gauge on one end and two metal prongs on the other end. Applejack knew that prod well, Big Mac bought it... three weeks ago.

"For Corn's sake! You bought that thing to use for your and Rarity's playtime! I'm glad I never touched that thing!"

"Oh calm down, darling. We always clean the instruments after we use them.", Rarity reassured AppleJack. "Now, please be a dear and walk over in front Big Macintosh."

"In front? I thought you wanted me to watch you beatin on Big Mac's behind?"

"Oh you will, but now I'd like you to watch his face. You need to see how much he's into this?"

Applejack shrugged. Whatever made this experience go faster. She was tired from her long day. She walked over to Big Mac's face. Applejack blushed at her brother's visage. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth and he breath came out in hard pants. His coat shined from sweat.

"He looks like he's been in the field all day." Applejack said.

Rairty nodded her head. "I believe so. Not to toot my own horn, but I put him through his paces very well. Speaking of which..."

Rarity magically lifted the prod. She turned the dial to red colored "1" setting.

"Now Big Macintosh, we're going to start on the count of three. Are you ready?"

"mmhmm." Big Mac answered.

"Okay. One...", Rarity said before plunging the cattle prod in his ass cheek. The zap was on the lowest setting, so the sound only produced a low hum. Big Mac's flank muscle tensed up at the shock.

Applejack watched Mac raise his head and groan. It didn't sound like a groan from pain, more like the way she groaned that time Spike scratched her back.

"You really enjoyin this, bro?" Big Mac didn't even answer, just kept groaning and gurgling in pleasure.

Rarity pulled the prod back to allow Mac time to breathe. "My, my. Seems Big Macintosh is too tough for the lowest setting. Let's try a higher setting." Rarity turned the dial to three. "There we go." She floated the crop to his other hind leg, inside his inner thigh. Rarity pulled the crop backwards and shoved the prod deep into his flesh.

The air filled with cackling electricity. The noise reminded Applejack of the zap from mosquito lamps. Big Mac's leg was tied down but he was clearly trying to buck away.

Big Mac screeched in Applejack's face. He bucked and shook around in his bindings so hard the base moved around. Applejack got a little worried, she didn't like seeing her brother scream like that.

"Don't be alarmed deary.", Rarity reassured, twisting the prod in deeper. "He's perfectly fine. In fact, please remove his ballgag and he'll tell you himself."

Applejack was still apprehensive but reached her legs over Mac's head. She unhooked the clasp and took of the ballgag. She squicked out from all the drool falling down and tossed it away. She turned back to her brother.

"You ok, bro?"

Macintosh took deep breathes before he could answer. Rarity pulled the prod back so he could stay lucid. He finished panting and answered, "I'm... I'm doing... alright."

"Really? You're sounding pretty rough."

Mac searched for the right words to explain to his sister. "AJ, it's like... it's painful, but it doesn't hurt, ya know? It makes me feel good."

Rarity smirked. She loved when ponies were open about their desires. What's the point of living if you can't live out your fantasies? As long as nopony is hurt, there's no harm. Her smirked turned more sadistic as she turned the dial to the maximum five setting. She had he own fantasies ti fulfill, after all.

Rarity kept the cattle prod flowing behind Big Mac and walked beside Applejack. "Now Applejack, please tell me something Big Macintosh that has done that really bothered you?"

"Huh? What for?"

"You'll seeee." Rarity replies, winking. Big Mac raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well, let's see. A couple of days ago, her stepped on my hoof."

"Oh my! That naughty boy!" Rarity gasped. She controlled the cattle prod and stuck the device into the green apple on his flank.

Big Mac's roar pushed Applejack back into the barn wall. Rarity, however, knew he would yell and stepped to his left. Rarity only shocked him for a few seconds, any longer and Big Mac would pass out. Even the short period left Macintosh exhausted, the poor stallion's body quivering .

"What else has he done, deary?", Rarity asked.

Applejack composed herself and stood on the opposite end of Big Mac's face. He still looked tired, but she could make out a grin on his face. She guessed he must be alright.

"Um, he overslept last morning and I had to make breakfast myself."

"AAAAA!" Rarity stuck the prod into his cutie for a few seconds. Rarity's breath became shallow. Big Mac's cries were fueling her sadistic side. "Keep going, Applejack."

"He said Applebloom's pies taste better than mine."

"AAAAA!"

"He always eats the best snacks because he 'needs the energy'"

"AAAAA!"

"And he always mumbles when he talks."

"AAAAA!"

"If he talks at all."

"AAAAA! Red! Red!" Rarity immediately pulled the cattle prod away from his flank and dropped it. She stepped back in front of Big Mac.

"Are you ok?

Mac kept panting. "Yeah... just... need a break."

"Want me to remove the bindings."

"No... just give me minute."

Applejack was impressed at how Rarity handled the situation. She wasn't exactly known for being calm and rational. "I'm glad you guys keep things safe."

"Of course. We don't want anypony being pushed past their limits. We're here for fun, but we must always keep safety as the top priority."

"I see." Applejack sat back down on the bench. "I think I'm starting to get this stuff. It's not for me, but I can see why others may be into it."

Rarity clapped her hooves together. "Oh, I'm so glad to her that! I always wanted to introduce you and the others to this side of my life. Hopefully, the others will be as open to it as you are." Rarity slanted her eyes and asked, "though, how can you say you wouldn't be into this if you haven't tried it yourself?"

Applejack scrunched her face. "Hmm, I guess I really couldn't."

"Well, how about you try it?"

"Heh, Ya right? When?"

"How about now?"

"...What?"