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Twilight sat quietly and started down at her hands. The Principal’s office had become quiet as a fresh grave right after she finished speaking. A heavy sigh broke the silence only for a moment. She glanced briefly at the door leading out as her mind rapidly played back the events that let up to the moment she was currently in. Everything seemed to be falling into place. She had done everything right; or at least she thought she did. Twilight managed to her herself into Principal Celestia’s schedule. The slotted time for a private meeting was set for after normal school hours to avoid prying eyes. She managed to convince her target to lock the door for extra security. Twilight helped herself to the couch, prompting Celestia to join her there before the older woman could get to her desk and initiate a less intimate setting. The student had managed to keep herself from rambling too much while building up to her confession.

In hindsight, maybe she did everything wrong. It was all very cliché. Twilight almost wished that she was just having a lucid dream. Her small speech almost sounded like something that belonged in a job interview. She made a structured argument defending her infatuation with the authority figure. She calmly deflected the possible conflicts that could come up in a relationship between the two. Twilight made every effort to make it sound like what she was proposing was perfectly normal: so normal that it was as if Celestia had meetings like this numerous times.

Twilight looked back down at her hands which lay on her lap. Perhaps trying to approach this logically was a miscalculation. She lightly pinched her thigh, hoping to wake up. She glanced around the room in search of anything out of the ordinary. Her eyes darted every corner and surface for a misplaced object, an incorrect detail, anything to prove that all this was in her head and not in the physical office of the woman sitting next to her. Her composure started to crack. There wasn’t any reason to assume that she would wake up. There was no taking it back. There was only the overwhelming combination of her breaking stability and Celestia’s firmly grounded pose.

Principal Celestia sat calmly and kept her eyes on Twilight. The younger woman almost jumped when she realized that the subject of her crush had seen every fidget. A deep breath was followed by an equally sound sigh. Twilight’s mind darted in several new directions and she spoke without thinking.

“Everything I was honest” the student forced out while grasping at the last shreds of her confidence. “I’ve thought about us…a lot lately. It’s not going away. I can’t explain it, but it feels like I’ve known you for most of my life even though I’ve only transferred here a few years ago. It probably sounds crazy but it’s almost like in another lifetime you and I were close. I don’t know how else to explain why I’m usually so comfortable around you.”

Celestia sat quietly. All she did was nod to confirm that she was listening. Twilight breathed in relief. She wasn’t being ushered out or being given a lecture about teacher crushes. She pushed onward; feeling a little better for not having been cut off.

“Before I came to Canterlot High, I felt like I was missing something. My studies weren’t always about academic pursuit. I was trying to distract myself. When I came here and got to know you; that restless emptiness was just gone.”

Twilight dared to make eye contact before continuing. She met Celestia’s gaze and could almost taste her dominant aura. Celestia didn’t need to say she was in control; she knew it well enough to make others know it without saying a word.

“It sounds crazy, I know.” Twilight said as confidence slowly came back. “It feels to me like we’ve already been dating. Sitting here with you makes me feel terrified and safe at the same time. I have no idea what’s going to happen when I leave, but as long as I have you with me; I can take it. Part of me feels like I’ve done this before. Every time I rehearsed what I wanted to say, part of me wanted to say that I was ready to get physical.”

Twilight abruptly went white as a sheet. Right as she said it, she knew she probably shouldn’t have said it. Without giving it a rational thought; she chose to own what she said.

“I’m still only being honest. I’ve…admired you from a distance. I’ve come up with reasons to speak with you after classes mostly for your company. You could be my first sexual partner and I would have no regrets. I mean…obviously I would wait if you wanted to; but if you’re the sort of person who really craves it then I could give myself to you right on this couch.”

Twilight caught Celestia’s expression and could have sworn she saw a smirk. It must have been a trick of her mind. The Principal finally spoke in a calm and confident manner.

“Propositioning a Faculty member while on school property is a serious issue” Principal Celestia said with what almost sounded like a predatorial tone. “While you may be an adult, thus negating legal concerns about a relationship between a student and an educator; there are still ethical concerns.”

Twilight shifted in her spot as the words seemed to push down on her. They weren’t emotionally cutting her the way she imagined being rejected would. Celestia instead seemed to be leading onto something; such as a verbal agreement to be extremely discrete. The older woman slowly dragged her fingernails down Twilight’s cheek. The student gasped from the sudden contact. Her heart seemed to beat harder. Celestia continued, further captivating her attention.

“I’m going to spank you for that, Twilight” Celestia said firmly as the tracing nails subtly guided her into making eye contact. “I am going to take you across my lap, raise your skirt, pull down your panties, and spank you. You will learn what happens to girls who catch the attention of a seasoned mistress.”

Twilight blushed heavily as her eyes became entranced by a confident, dominating gaze. Celestia did not raise her voice or lean to tower over her. She remained on the couch and made the young woman melt with just a touch and her tone. Twilight murmured wordlessly before managing to get out an actual sentence.

“You mean…you feel the same way” Twilight forced out as Celestia’s nails began tracing down her chin and neck.

“Oh no, my dear girl” Celestia mused. “I am not the one having a little crush on an older woman, begging to be let in. I'm feeling very differently. I actually might be more on board than you are. I am agreeing to let you in so I can give you a taste of what I’m all about. My strict persona that I wear as an administrator of this school is not just part of the job: it is an extension of myself. I will permit you to partake in what being with me would be like. I will gradually guide you into my tastes while sampling what your fantasies might be but only after I’ve made it clear that I am going to be, as they say: on top.”

The student squeaked as Celestia’s nails slipped under the collar of her shirt. The sharp edges seemed to be tracing idly, but ready to sink lower. Twilight’s eyes widened as a sudden revelation came over her.

“You mean” she practically stammered as fingers withdrew from under her top. “You were serious about…”

“Say it” Celestia firmly said right as Twilight hesitated.

“You were serious about what you said about spanking me?”

Celestia’s expression slowly shifted into a softer smile while her eyes maintained the focus of a woman in charge.

“Yes, Twilight” the self-declared Mistress replied. “Girls who tease go over knees. If you are serious about exploring your feelings towards me, and if you consent to playing along with my needs; I am going to establish my dominance in this dynamic. You might feel some discomfort and perhaps some embarrassment. You also might enjoy it. Whatever it does to you is for you to discover; but a trip over my lap is inevitable for you. Unless of course you want to back out.”

“No” Twilight quickly said. “I…I want to be with you. I…I’m ok with…”

“With what” Celestia mused with a smirk.

“Being spanked” Twilight meekly finished her words. Her cheeks burned and her mind was racing with curious thoughts. “I accept that you want to spank me.”

Twilight drew a sharp breath as the older woman’s hand slowly traced through her hair and gripped near her scalp. There was no force behind the action, no tugging her into any new pose. Twilight began to wonder just how many lovers Celestia had taken before her. The Principle was very effectively seizing control over the pace of their private session with minimal effort. Twilight slowly leaned closer and was almost surprised that the older woman permitted it. She drew steadily closer until she could feel Celestia’s breath on her upper lip. The piercing gaze was relentless and yet, Twilight felt more safe than uneasy. The fact that a sore bottom awaited her was echoing in her head, but it was purely a sexual act rather than any sadistic drive. The younger woman slowly licked her lips before leaning a little closer. She squeaked as she reached a point where Celestia’s hand was forbidding further movement.

“Ask your Mistress” Celestia said firmly. “You have not earned my permission to do anything as if you were my equal. This may sound harsh or even cruel, certainly it must sound demanding or selfish; but I need to paint you a very clear picture of what a relationship with me will be like. You will be respected and cared for but every day for me will be an exercise of my ability to earn your submission as well as your ability to submit.”

“Can I kiss you” Twilight softly blurted out before thinking. A sudden shift in Celestia’s eyes made her quickly correct herself. “May I kiss you…Mistress.”

Celestia softened her gaze and relaxed her grip on the student’s hair. Twilight leaned ever closer until lips touched. Twilight slightly relaxed her frame and closed her eyes. She felt hands gently trace down her back before resting on her hips. The lip lock slowly deepened as Twilight gave more of herself to the embrace. Her mouth slightly opened and a squeak escaped her as Celestia's tongue softly traced her lips. The apprentice submissive caught the taste of cherry Chapstick. She could feel the heat of the other woman's body soaking into her. Fingernails began dancing up and down Twilight's back, eliciting a soft moan.

Celestia slowly broke away from the kiss and gently caressed Twilight's face. The authoritative presence seemed to be carrying a more restrained hunger than before. There was still an undeniably eager woman ready to take Twilight across her lap, but her willingness to wait for Twilight's submission was much more apparent. The student drank deep from the more relaxed demeanor. For the first time since entering the office; she felt empowered. Having her bottom swatted meant surrendering to someone else's fantasy but nothing would happen until Twilight offered her rump.

“You've calmed down I see” Celestia said with the same confidence as before. “Good. What happens next is up to you. You’re free to leave if you don’t want to go any further. If this got it out of your system; that’s alright. You know what I want in a potential relationship or a short term fling. If it’s not something you want then we can both step back. What happened doesn’t have to ever leave this room.”

Twilight glanced at Celestia's lap and shifted in her seat. She lightly bit her bottom lip as the mental image of lowering herself flashed in her head. The Principle continued as if the entire afternoon was completely normal.

“Whether you come over or leave is entirely your decision. If you go; I am glad that you were comfortable enough to be open and honest with me and I do hope that we can maintain a healthy relationship as pupil and administrator. If you give yourself to me, even if just for one bare bottom swat; then I will be your guide into what having a spanking enthusiast for a girlfriend can be like.”

“I want to at least try it” Twilight softly said with heated breath. “I don’t know if I can take as much as you would like to give me, but I’m willing to experiment with this.”

Twilight stood up and her hands maneuvered to her waist. Celestia spoke in a former tone without raising her voice.

“No. As I said earlier: I am going to bare your backside. I’m not interested in the illusion of some power over what happens to your rear. I want the illusion of all the power. You will have a safe word. I will respect it. I will not go beyond your limits. I will not pull you into my lap. I will however be the one who sets the pace. The moment you give yourself to me; I take the reigns. I probably sound demanding and selfish; but there is a reasoning behind my methods. By allowing me to be the one who exposes your bottom, you are letting me control how quickly we reach the part where I tenderize you. I won’t have any say over when you tell me to stop but I want your surrender to include granting me full agency over the act itself. Now, please sit back down if you want to do this. I admire your enthusiasm; but we shouldn’t rush things; especially not your first time. You always have questions. Before anything starts is the best time to ask them.”

Twilight eagerly planted herself back on the couch. Being intimate with Principle Celestia was an exciting concept. Being taken over her lap and swatted gave her a mix of being nervous and being aroused. Being able to sit and chat about a topic she’d never explored suddenly became the first thing she wanted to do. Questions seemed to form a confused mob instead of an orderly queue. Celestia chuckled to herself as the suddenly more energetic young woman seemed to momentarily forget what she originally entered the office for.

“When did you find out you liked spanking?”

Twilight froze up right as the question came out. On one hand she wanted to know everything about Celestia and her surprise kink, but there was a chance that it was a very personal thing to ask. Celestia smiled and seemed to be deep in thought for a moment.

“I was younger than you are now” the older woman openly mused. “My sister and I were at a slumber party with some of our friends. The evening led to a game of truth or dare. Questions started leaning towards some very personal places. At some point Cheerilee was dared to take a slipper spanking from me.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. Between getting a personal story about Celestia’s teenage years and that one of the teachers was her first; the student was getting something scandalous enough to Rarity’s ire. Celestia went on as if the topic was as simple as discussing the weather.

“I won’t go into details, but I enjoyed it a lot more than she did. When her turn came up she dared the other girl into taking a spanking from me. Things escalated into what probably looked like something between a hazing and soft core lesbian porn. They were having fun; but not as much as me. It must have showed. I earned the nickname Molestia that night. I hid my discovery by making the joke mine, of course. ‘Mistress Molestia’ gave all of them a minor swatting; except for Luna. I’m glad I didn’t have to play along to that degree. They were quick to write it off as a joke that I was committed to but also quick to not have me paddle my own sister.”

Twilight blushed heavily at the mental image of a younger Celestia playfully punishing several girls’ butts in a single evening. She sounded so calm and composed while talking about it. For the woman who wanted to be Twilight’s Mistress, it was just a trip down memory lane. Her more mature romantic interest slowly came out of her musing and gave Twilight a coy smirk.

“I wonder; has my age finally sunk in” Celestia inquired in an amused yet still empowered tone. “Tell me Twilight: would you like to be spanked by an older woman who isn’t your mother?”

“Yes, please” Twilight quickly replied without thinking. A heavy blush came over her as it clicked what she said. After a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself, she followed up in a slower manner. “Yes, Mistress. I want to explore this side of you. I think you’ve done this enough times to know what you’re doing. There isn't anyone else who I would trust to do this with.”

Twilight sat in silence as her own words repeated themselves in her head. It sounded a tad corny even though she was only being honest. A mental image of herself over the Principal's lap having her backside at her mercy flashed as hotly as she imagined her bottom might be. The thought of a sexually awakened Celestia in a room of girls her age having trouble finding a comfortable way to sit down also jolted in her mind.

“Is it going to hurt” Twilight half whispered while still digesting the piece of Celestia's past.

“Yes, and no” Celestia replied with a soft chuckle. “I'm not going to beat your backside like a harsh punishment, but it is still a spanking. You will be feeling my hand on your bottom. You will become tender if you consent to more than a few strokes. There will be some discomfort, some heat, and a degree of pain based on your tolerance. My goal isn't to hurt you though. There can be pleasure for the person being spanked. Having your rump swatted triggers heightened awareness and increased blood flow to the pelvic area. You might hate it. You might tolerate it. You might partially enjoy it. You might even ask me when we can do it again. We won’t actually know what it will do for you until you’ve tried it. I’ll start with mild claps since this is your first time; but I will be testing your tolerance if you remain in my lap after the warm up.”

Twilight found herself staring at Celestia's lap. Her overall comfort and confidence in the situation had grown a lot in just a few minutes. She did want to have at least a taste of what being with Celestia would be like; especially after having gotten as far as she had. Walking out now seemed like she would be robbing herself. It would be like refusing a full scholarship to your top choice university after taking the time to write up the perfect application. Her eyes drifted to meet the other woman's own gaze. There was still an evident longing. Celestia wasn’t shy about her tastes and intentions but there was still that same solid restraint. Twilight had no doubt that leaving wouldn’t have any consequence other than a door closing. She wasn’t looking at Celestia the Principle anymore. Twilight bit her lip once more as it settled in that she was looking at the woman who she was ready to call her Mistress.

“The safe word is eclipse” Celestia softly uttered when she caught Twilight’s eyes. “Say it once before coming over my lap, if you still want to try it. What happens next is entirely up to you.”

The younger woman shifted again. Her heart beat a little harder and another jolt went down her spine. The word echoed in the back of her head with the same intensity as what she imagined the first swat would feel like. Her thoughts shifted to the fact that Celestia had referred to part of her spanking as a warm up. Twilight started to wonder exactly how long her Mistress would keep her over her knees. Her teeth grazed her lower lip again as she pondered the possibility that the spanking would continue until the safe word came out.

“Eclipse” Twilight calmly said with a heated breath.

Celestia nodded silently before softly kissing the student. Twilight gave out a soft squeak as fingernails danced on the back of her neck. She slowly shifted her pose once more, this time leaning her body over the lap of her now official girlfriend. Her knees came up and planted themselves on the couch as she lay flat. Her pelvis neatly rested in the suggested position as she shifted her arms to her sides. As declared earlier, Celestia gripped the bottom of Twilight's skirt and raised it to her waist, revealing her cotton panties. The apprentice submissive fidgeted slightly as she felt very familiar fingernails trace under the waistband of her undergarments. The tracing slowly turned into caressing her hips. The tender touching turned into carefully grasping her panties and sliding them down to her thighs. Twilight unconsciously moaned softly as her bottom felt the air of the office. An eager breath followed as she felt the older woman’s hands softly knead her now bare rump.

“Say the safe word” Celestia calmly instructed while gently appreciating Twilight’s rear.

“Eclipse”

Celestia’s hands withdrew from her body as if it was a hard wired reflex. Twilight was a little startled by the reaction. She settled more into her position and took off her glasses. She carefully placed them on the arm of the couch. Celestia picked them up with equal caution and care that it’s owner had. The new sub slowly wiggled her rump.

“I’m ready, Principal Celestia”

“You don't sound ready” Celestia said in a playful tone.

“I'm ready, Mistress” Twilight corrected herself while giving her behind another teasing wiggle.

“Better” replied the more experienced woman as she gently squeezed a supple cheek. “You have a very lovely bottom. I hope you enjoy this; since I will immensely. May I have your wrists?”

“My wrists” Twilight asked with a new tone of nervousness. “Why?”

“There are two reasons for my request, which you may refuse” Celestia replied while moving her hand to squeeze the other bum cheek. “The first is so that I know where your hands are. We don’t want me to miss my mark. The second reason is because it enforces our roles in this. You will be submitting more by surrendering your hands, which gives me a heightened sense of dominance over you.”

Twilight slightly shivered from the tone used. Anticipation slowly crept even further, overriding a perfectly reasonable desire to not have her bottom tanned. She lay motionless for a moment before slowly moving her wrists behind her back. Celestia's hand gently guided Twilight's arms into moving into what must have been a more correct position. A gentle grip slowly turned into a firm one and Twilight found her wrists snugly held together.

"May I tie them, Twilight?"

The student froze completely. Fevered curiosity was unfazed by the sudden step ever downward into who was hiding under the façade of a mild mannered Principal.

"Yes, Mistress" Twilight blurted out with a bit more enthusiasm than she would have liked.

Nothing happened at first. Twilight lay over Celestia's lap with her bottom bared for the surprise kink of the woman who would probably be taking her innocence sooner than later. She soundly squeaked as she felt something smooth and soft wrap around her wrists. She blinked while staring at the blurred arm of the chair as her wrists became snugly bound.

"Is that a necktie?"

The only answer Twilight received was a sudden pat on her butt. Another light tap landed a little higher and another came down on the other cheek. Abruptly a more sound clap landed square on the thickest part of her left bun. A surprised yelp shot out as her rear reflexively clenched. Twilight could have sworn that she heard Celestia utter a low purr. Her senses jumped to greater awareness as her Mistress had predicted. The sudden sensation of being much more aware of where she was and what was going on was soundly based on biology but to experience it was something very different than hearing about it.

"You've paid my price" Celestia said coyly as she gently rubbed her target. "This is want I need in my romantic partners. If you still want to try to be with me; I'm certainly willing to see what happens."

Twilight shuddered at her words. Through blurred vision she watched the locked door leading out of Celestia's domain. Her senses were still sharp from the sudden swat. Her wrists being restrained gave a rather unusual rush. Twilight slowly squirmed, testing the resolve of the knot and found herself quickly defeated. A spot on her bottom had a lingering warmth from the impact and she was still curious about exactly why Celestia was hard wired to enjoy such an unorthodox activity. She wriggled again in Celestia's lap. It was evident that the Principal was going to do nothing until Twilight made a decision. Another poorly focused glance at the closed door was followed by another faint squirm. Sure Celestia was willing to let her up and they could move on to dating like a normal couple; and it seemed like the sensible thing to do. On the other hand, she was already tied up with her butt presented. Curiosity started to outweigh the cultural standard of what good girls did and didn’t do.

Plus it would also make for interesting conversation later. Celestia was clearly not a random pervert. She had an urgent desire that would leave Twilight having a bit of trouble finding a comfortable spot to sit; but there was more to it than a brazen moment if sadism. The brief explanation of the possibility that Twilight might even get her own dose of sexual satisfaction from a good swatting was a subject that the older woman had spent a considerable amount of time on.

“I want to continue” Twilight said as she gave in to her inquisitive nature. “Please spank me, Mistress”

It still felt a little strange to call Celestia her Mistress. Even with the knowledge that she was about to know her rump very intimately; Celestia still projected the demeanor of an administrator. Twilight steeled herself for the next swat. A jolt shot up her spine as a hand traced along the impact site of the sample smack.

“You’re a lot more interested in this than earlier” Celestia said with an amused tone. “Seems I’ve peaked your interest. That's good. I prefer having partners who share my kink.”

Before Twilight could respond, a firm swat landed on her supple behind. A slight yelp escaped her on impact and she braced herself for the next tenderizing stroke. Celestia instead lightly kneaded the cheek and hummed faintly.

“Propositioning a faculty member is serious” Celestia said in a coy yet firm tone as she raised her hand again. “I am going to teach you a lesson.”

Another clap landed and was quickly followed by another equally firm swat on the other cheek, both landing on the thickest parts of her rump.

“Girls who tease go over knees.”

Twilight caught herself letting out an almost rhythmic stream of squeaks and soft yelps as Celestia brought down a steady pace of firm claps. She was very aware of a slight heat growing in her rump as the swats found themselves landing over her entire backside. Every inch of her rounded flesh was fair game to the older woman. Any spot that could be made to jiggle was swatted into making the involuntary action. Twilight’s playfully squirms became a bit less deliberately teasing and more honest wriggling as the sore heat in her bottom became more noticeable. The yelps got a bit louder but seemed silent compared to the sound of the most recent crack delivered to her bottom.

“Regret teasing me yet” Celestia half purred as she dragged her fingertips along Twilight’s left bun. “Or are you exactly where you want to be?”

Another swat landed and Twilight soundly called out. Either her Mistress was steadily increasing the strength of the spanks or her behind was fully tenderized. Hands gently kneaded her heated flesh and Twilight was met with contradicting thoughts. Her butt was getting sore and she wasn’t sure how anyone could enjoy being on the receiving end of Celestia’s hand. Twilight was also undeniably aroused by the assumed power that she gave to her new girlfriend. She bit her lip firmly as her blurred vision went back to the closed door. The spanking itself wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but everything else was. Even the soft groping of her toasted buns was teasing her through the discomfort. A solid crack landed and Twilight buried her face into the couch to muffle her reaction.

The young woman squeaked an embarrassingly high pitch when she felt a hand firmly grip her hair. Celestia guided her into tilting her head, face away from the couch seat. Her eyes met the out of focus door again and her rump received another stroke. Twilight gave a sound cry out and Celestia regarded her with an all too familiar tone.

“I want your mouth free at all times for this session” the dominant woman said before giving anothet stroke. “Maybe in the future we can add gags and such; but until I’ve learned your limits and your signals; your mouth stays unobstructed.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Another hard smack landed on her darkened bottom.

“Good”

Another hard clap landed and was followed by another.

“Besides” Celestia continued as she gave another blow. “I like the sounds you’re making. This is a soundproof room, go ahead and let it all out.”

Twilight meekly nodded in agreement as her tight posterior was kneaded once more by experienced hands. Celestia's control over the situation continue to outweigh the student's reservations about being taken over the lap of a woman old enough to be her mother. Another rain of steady swats came down. Celestia kept alternating between cheeks, spreading out the love taps to cover the entire bottom. Twilight openly yelped and groaned as the treatment continued. Every sound smack seemed as audible as a gunshot and all of her reactive cries belted out with what felt like equal force. Through her bottom becoming an improvised drum and her acapella, she could still hear Celestia faintly humming to herself. Wrists struggled against the mystery, silky smooth wrapping. Hips and thighs wriggled in vain. Twilight imagined that her face was almost as flushed as her rump. Celestia abruptly stopped and waited for what felt like an hour. The young woman was panting heavily; her heart felt like it was thumping hard enough to jumpstart a car. She had no idea how long Celestia was declaring her appreciation for her chubby cheeks; but it felt like the entire afternoon was spent over her lap.

The steady pace of the smacks suddenly started up again, forcing a light squeal out of the spankee. Twilight's eyes widened as the first new swat landed on her relaxed, unexpecting bottom. Her body clenched once more and her rump was being coated with another round of claps under Celestia's firm hand. The blows never landed below her rump. They remained focused squarely on her rounded flesh. The young woman playfully squirmed and a sharper swat landed on the thickest part of her left bun. It dawned on her that Celestia's focus had a reason. Aiming for only the meatiest part of her meant that she might endure more. Going for a less plump target meant hitting a weaker spot. It wasn't just about getting the most jiggle out of her rippling butt. Twilight caught herself biting her lip again. Her Mistress said it would be just a taste of what their sex life would involve but Celestia was making sure that it would last longer than just a few claps. Twilight continued to squirm and playfully yelp. The Principal said that she was a seasoned spanker and now she was very effectively proving it.

It also felt like it was over too soon. Soft hands caressed her thighs and Twilight gasped in surprise as the caressing turned into kneading.

"You're certainly very comfortable around me, letting me take your bottom like this" Celestia cooed as her hands kept exploring. "So how was it? Was it what you expected?"

Twilight managed to get her breathing composed and spoke earnestly.

"It wasn't. It kinda hurt, but I wanted more."

A hand gently grasped Twilight's headed bum, causing her to hiss.

"It aroused you" Celestia purred as she gave the opposite cheek a mild squeeze. "You didn't use the safe word. Part of you wants more."

Twilight could only nod in agreement. Celestia traced her fingernails along her seared flesh. The younger woman's mind was a fevered mess. She remained in Celestia’s lap in a mix of fatigue and elation. Her bare bottom was now radiating heat instead of feeling the cool air of the room. Celesita softly traced a hand through her hair with one had while the other resumed caressing her thighs.

“Be honest with me” Celestia said abruptly as she gently gripped Twilight’s hair and gave a playful tug. “Were you serious about giving your body to me?”

“Yes” Twilight squeaked as her hair was given another gently pull.

“Yes, what”

“Yes, Mistress”

“Now, this it is very important that you answer the next question one hundred percent for yourself, not me” Celestia said in an almost commanding tone. “Do you feel you could perform a sex act for me, or does your bottom smart too much”

Twilight blushed furiously again. The mental image of her fingers tracing Celestia’s womanhood was replaced by the mental image of being on her knees with the Principal’s hands in her hair and guiding her head between the older woman's legs. That was replaced by the thought of being laid on her back and penetrated with a strap-on. Twilight squirmed in place. Her mentor and lover declared that she would always watch for Twilight’s limits but she did have a responsibility to effectively communicate them.

“My butt hurts” Twilight admitted with a defeated breath. “I don’t think I could do much for you.”

Celestia have her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“Good girl” Celestia half purred. “Are you willing to try having a relationship with me, knowing that your purple cheeks will be turned pink sometimes and other times red like they are now?”

“Yes” Twilight replied as if reflexively.

“Do you want to continue or do you want to stop?”

Twilight hesitated. She didn’t really know what else Celestia had in mind. She already tanned her hide and it was understood that Twilight wasn’t going to get her off this time. Curiosity burned a burned harder than her bottom did. She didn’t doubt that she would be allowed to get up and pull her panties back up. Her Mistress never gave her any reason to doubt that her way out was considered sacred. Her mind went back to her already sore backside. There was something undeniably delicious about the stinging. A moment was given to ponder the oddity. She couldn’t recall a time in her life when her bottom felt like this and she couldn’t recall any time she’d been swatted and made aroused at the same time. Twilight glanced around the room in search of a clue that she was dreaming again. The hand on her thigh gave a gentle squeeze. It didn’t feel like she was being rushed but it was a reminder that a question had been asked.

“What else did you want to do” Twilight managed say as she silently demanded that her brain just stop trying to analyze her situation.

“I was enjoying myself possibly more than you were, my dear student” Celestia said almost hungrily. “I would very much like to try another experiment with your bottom; if you are feeling up to it.”

Twilight’s heart skipped a beat. The term ‘dear student’ seemed to resonate in her. Before she could compile why, Celestia went on while still massaging her thigh and keeping a grip on her hair.

“In my desk, in the top left drawer; you will find my favorite thing to use on cheeky little cheeks. I want you to get up, and see it for yourself. You may either call our session over after seeing it, or you can bring it to me and have a second round.”

Twilight blinked as something in her brain might have snapped. To think that the Principal kept something lewd in her desk was a very alien concept. She squirmed slightly so that she could see the blurred desk across the room. Twilight slowly shifted until her feet found the floor. Celestia quickly untied her wrists and the young woman stood up. The student brought her panties over her aching bottom and loins and Celestia tenderly planted her glasses onto their perch. Twilight could now very clearly see her partner’s expression. Celestia was hiding all traces of carnal intent. There was only an older woman being remarkably discrete about what had just happened. Aside from the impression she had left on Twilight's posterior there was nothing to suggest that anything indecent occurred; and Twilight would have to deliberately provide the evidence. The student took a moment to let it sink in that their spanking started with her surrender and ended with Twilight holding leverage. It was rather intoxicating to suddenly have such a scandalous token. Twilight had no intention of sharing it but simply having the burning bottom meant keeping a secret that would remind her that she had it for some time.

Twilight mused a thought for a moment before turning away from her unconventional date. She lifted her skirt to her hips with one hand and used the other to reveal her cheeks.

"How is it" Twilight sheepishly asked.

"Pink" the woman said with a clear smirk. "You were clearly a spanking virgin before coming over my lap. All that squirming and squealing for something mild...I'll be sure to take things slow with you. Well, as reasonably slow as I can manage. I've had the pleasure of you over my lap and we haven't even had our first actual date yet. Or were you looking for something strictly physical?"

"No" Twilight quickly replied. "I want to know you personally, and this is apparently part of who you are. I...kinda like this side of you."

Twilight hurriedly covered her bottom.

"Top left drawer, Mistress?"

"Yes"

The student slowly made her way across the room towards the desk. The grand mahogany construct somehow seemed more impressive. The mental image of being bent over it went through her like a bullet. Her steps were purposeful and yet hesitant. What sort of thing would she find? Would Celestia want to use it on her? Would she want to use it on her bottom after Twilight picked it up?

Did Twilight want it to happen?

Part of her certainly did. The only thing more embarrassing that being swatted on the bare was being told that it was nowhere near as harsh as it seemed. Celestia's revealing of the fact that it was in fact a mild spanking she had delivered proved that her face burned darker than her bottom. The sensation in her rear was a stinging discomfort and she exaggerated it in the heat of the moment. Perhaps that was the Principal's intention from the start. Twilight wondered if the plan was to make Twilight prove that she could indeed handle having her rump smacked for the sake of someone's kink. She reached the desk and drew a heavy breath. She silently promised herself to ask for at least one love tap from whatever she found inside.

Twilight’s hand moved almost on its own towards the drawer knob. With a composed motion she pulled open the drawer and her eyes rapidly inspected the contents. Part of her expected a small stash of things as well as a certain object that would catch her attention immediately. Her vision beheld a small collection of individually wrapped hard candies, a small leather notebook and something rather vividly recognizable.

Twilight started down at an elegantly crafted hairbrush. The tool was a very well-kept token of smooth wood and very sturdy looking teeth. She reached for it and found the handle to be very comfortable in her hand. Twilight closed the drawer as she lifted the brush, taking in all it’s details. The backside of the grooming device suddenly became the only part that mattered. The wide oval of hard wood was expertly sanded and varnished for a very good reason. Twilight caught what looked like indents in the center of the brush. The letters were very well hidden by the dark color of the finish. Her face flushed as it occurred to her that there was a chance that these were indeed indented into the wood and that it was not an optical illusion. There was a chance that agreeing to feel the wicked brush on her bottom would mean leaving behind a word or phrase. The student looked up at Celestia and caught her confident smile.

“That look on your face” Celestia purred as her eyes flashed briefly. “I’m savoring it.”

Celestia softened her gaze as she visibly reeled in her personal fascinations and schemes.

“I’ve made plans to go to the museum later. They just opened an exhibit based on how the planet would be if it was a hollow ring instead of a spherical object. Want to go with me? We can call it our first official date.”

Twilight’s heart jumped a fair amount with those words. An actual date with Celestia? Turning her down was the polar opposite of what her intentions were. Even with the knowledge that her bottom wasn’t going to be technically safe, she wanted to pursue things. If anything; the prospect of a semi-regular paddling left her nibbling on her lower lip. She failed to reel in her excitement and bounded towards the more senior woman with newfound energy in her stride.

“Yes!” Twilight half squealed as she reached the couch. “I’d love to!”

“Did you intend to bring that here” Celestia retorted with a grin. “Did you come here to have a taste of an actual spanking with my brush or did you forget you were holding it?”

Twilight glanced down at the hairbrush in her hand and hesitated. She honestly forgot that she even had it. Celestia's tone effectively carried a willingness to have the younger woman's bottom bouncing under repeated claps with the brush. Her eyes slowly went back to Celestia and with a rather meek voice she dared ask a simple question.

“What is the inscription on the back?”

“The warmth of the sun” Celestia coyly replied. “And yes; it will leave a legible impression. I don't tend to give prolonged spankings with that one, but I do enjoy ending with two good claps with it.”

“Two?”

“For symmetry.”

Twilight shifted in her place and gripped the brush a little tighter. Hearing it confirmed that her bottom would be literally stamped made it feel somehow heavier. She found her mind trapped on the notion that she had just fetched something for her Mistress to swat her with. All she could do was stew in her predicament. Twilight was still curious about what the hairbrush would do to her bottom. Celestia wasn’t likely to do anything to jeopardize the afternoon plans.

“Two with the brush” Twilight softly asked as a very familiar heat built up in her loins.

“Unless I hear the safe word after the first one, yes” Celestia replied. “You do remember it, yes?”

“Eclipse” Twilight said with every ounce of pride that came with every other answer she gave to an educator. “The safe word you assigned is eclipse.”

Celestia nodded approvingly and slowly traced her fingernails across her knee with one hand while presenting the open palm of the other. Twilight meekly stepped closer and surrendered the hairbrush. Her Mistress took it in a neutral sort of way as if nothing lewd was in store. The student took a deep breath and laid herself over the lap of her Principal once more. She wriggled herself into a comfortable spot and Celestia helped herself to the young woman’s glassed. A familiar rush of vulnerability and mild embarrassment came down as her skirt was raised. The sensation of Celestia gripping the waist of her panties and tugging them down was as enticing as it was the first time. Fingertips traced her already warmed up bottom.

“Still pink from before” the older woman half purred while tracing the tight backside presented to her. “I’m going to be honest, Twilight. You are going to feel this. Your earlier spanking; I answered both yes and no when you asked if it was going to hurt. What my hairbrush is going to do will be easier to explain than what my hand does to naughty girls. It is going to hurt. You are going to feel it for the rest of the afternoon and possibly into the evening. I’m going to make a point to avoid activities where you have to be seated, aside from the drive to the museum. I won’t give you the first clap until you ask me for it. I also won’t give you the second one until you ask for it. Understand?”

“Yes” Twilight said nervously while biting her lip and clutching the arm of the couch.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress” Twilight quickly corrected herself.

“Good girl”

Twilight drew a sharp breath as she felt the back of the brush gently touch her vulnerable rear. The grooming tool being used as a sex toy traced along her right cheek. The smooth surface slowly glided along her bum; the cool wood was almost soothing. The stinging in her rump has gone down a fair amount and she was still a tad embarrassed for having lower constitution than she thought she had. She could have sworn her poor tushie was turned crimson earlier. The wooden object continued traveling around her rounded cheek until stopping on the dead center. Twilight faintly whimpered as the brush lifted from her bottom. She imagined that it must be something to see. Celestia holding a hairbrush in a striking position over a clenched butt. The spankee caught herself breathing heavily from a mix of excitement and a touch of fear. Celestia didn’t just warn her that it was going to smart, she had promised that she was going to feel it. For hours or possibly all night, Twilight would have Celestia’s mark prominently displayed on her rear. Not that anyone would be able to see the words; but Twilight would know they were there. She imagined it would feel like wearing a collar around her neck while Celestia held onto a matching leash. Twilight felt her blush deepen. Her body was almost trembling. Getting up sounded like a very rational thing to do.

But Twilight wasn’t exactly prioritizing rational thoughts. She wanted to experiment. Part of her wanted to show Celestia that she could take it. Most of her wanted to explore this fascinating side of her.

“Please spank me” Twilight uttered with bated breath.

The loud smack seemed to radiate through the room. It sounded like the room might fail to contain it. Twilight uttered a few choice expletives with a fair amount of volume as the searing smack landed squarely on the thickest part of her left bun. From receiving the blow on the opposite cheek, she was expecting to feel it, the solid crack of the wooden brush, and her body responding to the impact; Twilight’s senses were assaulted on all fronts. The brush was off her bottom as quickly as it landed and Twilight imagined that Celestia was rewarded with quite the jiggle for it. Her breathing was cracked and tears were swelling in her eyes. It hurt more than she thought it would. Celestia softly caressed her lower back and that was the only action that resonated in the owner of the smacked bottom. Twilight groaned to keep herself from uttering more words unsuited for the Principal’s office. Her white knuckled grip on the couch’s arm was the tightest she could remember holding anything in her life.

Not that she was doing much remembering. All she could think about was the moment she was in. The single smack that was delivered by the wicked brush made the earlier spanking seem like the most vanilla foreplay anyone ever received.

“You do not need to give me an explanation” Celestia said calmly as Twilight’s breathing began to mellow. “You only need to tell me to stop; and I will stop. Nothing will happen until I hear explicit consent.”

The only thing keeping Twilight from pushing her face into the couch was the earlier scolding she got about keeping her mouth free. Celestia’s reassurance did very little for her rear but did something for her nerves. The student resigned herself to the fact that there wasn’t any shame in walking away. She still had her left bun to lean on for the ride to the museum. There was no reason why both cheeks had to be marked with fine print. She delivered the bare minimum awhile ago. The student had no doubt in her mind that Celestia would be dissatisfied if she ended their private time in the office without letting her stamp her right bun.

Twilight also didn’t intend on today being the first time she would leave something half finished. Yes, it hurt to feel the brush’s bite on her rear but at the same time, it was somehow elating. Part of her wanted more. Part of her needed more. She managed to compose herself enough for a single sentence.

“Please give me another one, Mistress!”

Time seemed to slow down as the last syllable left her lips. She could have sworn that she heard the whoosh of the hairbrush speeding down towards its mark. For a moment there was only the inevitable smack on her behind. Somehow, in an instant as well as an eternity; Celestia gave her a strong smack that was equal to the first one. Twilight gritted her teeth to avoid another bout of improper words but this time she could feel fresh tears gently trace from her eyes. It wasn’t much: two solitary dollops rolled down her face as now both cheeks burned hotly. The hairbrush was indeed worthy to carry the words ‘The Warmth Of The Sun’. Twilight abruptly shouted a lone yelp. In her head she was demanding to know what in Tartarus was wrong with her. A much more composed voice answered back:

“Nothing”

Twilight struggled to catch her breath as she lay over her girlfriend’s lap. It was still odd to her to have been spanked before having been dined; but stranger things have happened. She held her breath as things slowly started changing. The student had seemed to become entranced as the older woman started directly guiding her up. Hands moved Twilight’s shaking body from across the couch to a very different pose. Twilight found herself with her knees on the floor. Her face was nestled against Celestia’s chest while hands were slowly soothing her back. The small tears had ended up on Celestia’s blouse. The younger woman surrendered fully to the moment. Having her rump roasted had proven to have some degree of pleasure but the cradling was on an entirely different level. She remained in place and soaked in the tender woman who replaced the strict Mistress. Her derriere was still exposed to the room while her face had found a home against the Principal’s breasts. Twilight slowly wrapped her arms around the older woman.

“Was it what you expected” Celestia whispered while still soothing the girl with the burning bottom.

“No” Twilight softly responded without moving away from the mounds of flesh.

“Did you like it?”

“…yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Twilight wordlessly murmured as her composure grew stronger. Her breathing wasn’t as labored although her poor tushie was still on fire. Celestia gently ran a hand down the young woman’s hair before leaning to reach the panties held just below her thighs. Twilight hissed as the cotton cover was slowly guided over her rear. It almost felt like the thin underwear was enough insulation to keep her warm all winter.

“Still want to go out later” Celestia softly asked.

“I’d like that” Twilight replied softly.

Twilight’s face went flush again as she caught herself nuzzling the other woman’s chest. A chaste kiss landed on her head and she felt fully vindicated for the sudden act. She remained in Celestia’s embrace for what felt like hours. An almost overwhelming sense of security was draped over her. That feeling of being safe despite being compromised had come back tenfold. With some reluctance she pushed herself out of her date’s arms and got back to her feet. Celestia stood up and gently put Twilight’s glasses back on her face. The student watched as the Principal walked to her desk. Things seemed to blur as she admired the confident stride. Twilight came back to her senses fully when she caught the sight of Celestia putting the hairbrush she had become intimately familiar with into her purse. Celestia playfully smirked when she caught Twilight’s gaze.

“I don’t leave things like this in my office” the effective disciplinarian said with a coy tone. “I make an effort to always be prepared to step up to an occasion that requires a dominant stance or a dominant hand.”

Twilight bit her lower lip and winced as she realized that she made a small raw spot. It didn’t compare to her bottom which had reflexively clenched with Celestia’s words. She juggled the notion that Celestia might be the sort of person who might discreetly swat her behind in a public setting.

Judging on the smirk on her face, Twilight concluded the theory to be justified.

Author's Note

This was written with several people in mind, but there is a very specific Easter Egg aimed at RoyalBardOfCanterlot