Author's Note

Warning: As a one-shot that took on a life of it's own, most of early act 1 sets a somewhat different tone than the rest of the fic. While I've thought about completely removing or reworking these original sections, I don't believe that quite fair to fans of the original nor the source material itself. If the sometimes wanding narrative and over the top tone of the early chapters isn't exactly your thing, feel free to skip to act 1 chapter 6 without missing too much.

Act 1: Chapter 1

Act 1: Maybe just a little trouble.

The sounds of yelling across the street drags you from your wonderous dreams.

The distinctly unharmonious noise are an all too common second alarm clock for you. They serves as a stark reminder that your life's here on earth now instead of equestria.

Untangling a mass of purple mane, limbs, and sheets you fall onto the floor with a loud thud. At least you didn't drag the laptop down with you this time. You've never been a morning pony, and today's worse than usual. You must have fallen back asleep after master woke you up this morning.

Hopefully you didn't sleep in too much this time. Master's generous but firm when he wants to be.

Having finally extracted yourself from the sheets you put forehooves forward and rump up in the air for some much needed morning stretches. You aren't sure if that's supposed to pop like that, but it feels better either way.

Shaking your head in a last ditch effort to get yourself motivated you glance over at the clock: 11:23

Not good.

You gracelessly stumble to the kitchen to see if he left you a note. First grabbing a bowl of cereal in your restricted magic, then plopping your plushy plot down in the chair you find said note.

More of a list actually.

It used to be notes but lately he seems to have picked up on your completely reasonable love of lists.

You glance over the list as you shove deliciously sugary cereal in your muzzle. Anyone who says cinnamon toast crunch isn't the best is categorically wrong and you're willing to prove it.

Shoot, it's pretty long, looks like he wants all the laundry done as well as groceries picked up and an early dinner.

By the time you finish stuffing your face with pure sugar it's almost noon. A quick shower and brush through your mane and tail costs you even more time. A not so quick stop by your laptop to check your favorite sites didn't help either.

You were up all night last night surfing the web, which is likely why you overslept. You feel a bit bad wasting even more time, but that still doesn't stop you.

You look up and swear. All this time wasted telling people on the internet how wrong they were and it's almost 2.

Your bad habits had gotten you in trouble before and you don't want them to again.

Galloping to the front door you adjust your tracking collar and scan yourself out causing the door to unlock. The security/pony tracking system was somewhat expensive but had by now become fairly mainstream. Probably because it let humans could indulge their laziness to the max.

You're out of breath by the time you get to the market only to kick yourself when you find you've forgotten the grocery list! You've never been the most athletic, so the gallop back home then back to the market takes a while, gotta hurry!

Grabbing everything on the list you scan your collar for the purchase authorization to be billed to anon.

Trotting home as quickly as you could with the groceries in tow you panic a little seeing the time: 4:34!

Anon hates Tuesdays more than most, something about lots of meetings. You know he'll want a good dinner, but your time is limited.

Hastily getting to work you settle on an eggplant parmesan, a favorite of his and yours plus it's somewhat fast. Or it would be fast if you didn't hate this oven! It takes so long to warm up, and the minutes are ticking by!

Your ear cocks to the side when you hear the door unlock.

Trotting to get a better view of the front door you try to put on a perky tone. "Welcome home anon! Dinner's almost ready!"

Hopefully your enthusiasm will convince him you didn't waste most your day lounging around like a chump.

"Yeah, smells great Twi, something cheesy?

"Eggplant parmesan just a few more minutes."

17 minutes later and it still doesn't look done to you. No panicking, it's fine, everything is fine.

Anon's tired voice floats over the top of his chair in the living room. "Is it almost done? I'm starved, you know i don't have time for a good lunch on Tuesdays..."

"O-of course master, just a few minutes!"

Anon's a nice guy, but he gets grumpy when he's tired or hungry. You will the oven to cook faster by trotting back and forth in front of it. 12 minutes later dinner is finally served, but by this point anon's looking pretty upset.

"I-I'm sorry master it's just the oven took so long to warm up, we should really get someone to look at that."

Anon sighs and runs his hands through his hair before looking at you with no small amount of exasperation. "Twilight i know the oven isn't great, but I think we both know this is a time management issue more than anything else."

You do your best to look confused and perfectly innocent! Cute face Twilight! Cute face!

"Don't give me that look you know I can see when you check out of the house, right?"

You keep up the cute face. He can't resist it... right?

"W-well of course. I was just a bit delayed is all, but look it all worked out in the end right? hahaha..."

"That depends. Did you do the laundry?"

Your patented cute face audibly cracks as the realization you hadn't slams into you like a freight train. Fuck fuck fuck, you're fucked! If you've picked up anything from earth and the internet specifically it was the language, and right now it seemed appropriate.

"I umm well you see, about that..."

Anon sighs again. "Twilight, I told you in the note I wanted my red button up especially for my date tonight!"

Abort abort! Cute face has failed, abort!

"I ummm, I..."

With a blinding flash of magic you vanish. Even with the horn ring you can still use teleportation over short distances.

"Twilight!"

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Do you want beatings? Because this is how you get beatings! You hold your breath as you hide in the hall closet. Usually you go for your room so he'll check there first.

"Twilight! You get back here right now!"

You'll do no such thing. He stomps off to your room as you suspected. You're left to try and not give yourself away with your panicking. Oh gods this is stupid thought! It's only a matter of time til he finds you! The rational part of your mind knows this, but no way in tartarus you're giving yourself away! A moment not being punished is a moment well spent!

"Twilight I am not in the mood. You come out here right now before I get your remote!"

He wouldn't shock, you would he? He's almost never used it, but he does sound really upset.

"I'm going to count to five Twilight!"

He's bluffing.

"1!"

He'll never do it.

"2!"

You're his favorite pony, he's even told you that!

"3!"

Then again that's never stopped him from disciplining you before...

"4!"

Your hoof goes to your flanks remembering the last time just a few weeks ago...

"5!"

"AH!!"

It wasn't a bad shock really, no doubt the lowest setting, but it surprised you nonetheless. Even worse It gave away your position!

"Come here young lady!"

"No no! Anon wait, I'm sorry please!"

Picking you up bodily, Anon pulls you from the closet and tucks you under his arms in one fell swoop.

"You know better than to run away from me filly!"

He carries you under his arm like a football back to your room.

"I can see that you didn't even leave the house till 2. Did you even get up before noon? I woke you up you know."

"Please anon I fell back asleep! I went as fast as I could!"

"Were you up all night surfing the internet again? We talked about this, and don't you try to lie to me I can check your history even if you deleted it."

Could he? You thought it was gone if you deleted it. It might be a bluff but you aren't sure.

Not that late... sir..."

"Give me a time filly..."

"3... ish..."

Walking into your room, he pulls out the wooden chair from your desk and sits down. In one fluid motion he drops you on his lap facing him. You try to avert your eyes, but he grabs your chin and makes you face him.

"I don't mind you staying up late but if it interferes with your work it has to stop. We talked about this already."

You just nod. This was far from the first time you'd been scolded for this.

"I would have just taken away your laptop again..."

Oh gods the horror, no!

"But if you're going to run from me like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one again."

You gulp. That's what you were afraid of. Since anon had owned you he had not been afraid of the more... physical... methods of disciplining.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Putting on your most pathetic face, you let your ears droop and slowly shake your head.

"I'm sorry anon it's all my fault..."

"Yeah, you're gonna be sorry."

You gasp as he grabs you around the sides and spins you around to position you over his lap. Pushing your body forward a little he gets your plot high in the air! Only your forelegs reach the ground! The humiliating position brings back too many painful memories, your composure crumbles.

"No no, please master please! I'm sorry I'll learn!"

"Oh you'll learn I know that!"

You squeal as your tail is yanked out of the way by masters left hand! You've barely a moment to think about what's soon to happen before the other hand smashes into your upturned cheeks!

"Ow!"

"You're going to learn a lesson tonight Twilight I'll see to that!"

You try to squirm as his heavy human hands smack your bottom over and over. The heat is building fast and know he's just getting started!

"You are going to go to bed on time!"

The spanking has you pounding your fore hooves on the floor and futilely flailing your rear ones.

"You are going to do your chores!"

Your hiney's burning and you're sure already a good red at this point!

"I'm sorry I'm sorrryyy!"

"You are not going to run from me!"

"I'll never do it again i swearrr!"

"You're damn right you won't!"

His hand speeds up and gives you a furious burst of slaps right to the lower cheeks. The tears obscure your vision as you flail and moan in agony. He doesn't miss a beat as he continues tanning you red raw. Finally the firm spanks slow down until master hand rests heavily on your burning backside.

"Please master please..."

"I'm sorry twilight but running away from me tonight was unacceptable. Then you made it worse by refusing to come out until I shocked you. I didn't know if you'd try to run away or what."

You just nod your head as your bottom pulsates in pain.

"This has to be one you'll remember girl, so hang on we're not done yet."

Your eyes snap open as you feel something wooden rub against your purple and red backside! Craning your head you gasp as you see master patting your seat with your heavy wooden mane brush!

"No master, sweet Celestia no! Not the brush I'll do anything! Not the brush!!!"

"Celestia isn't here today twilight it's just me, and you will learn your lesson from this brush do you understand?"

Not waiting for an answer the brush rises high in the air. He can't! He just can't! To your horror it comes slamming down into your abused backside! Half the neighborhood probably heard you over the next few minutes. Sure you had had the brush before as a filly from both your mother and Princess Celestia, but anon was either stronger than both or just more willing to fry your naughty caboose.

"AHHHH ANON MASTER SIR PLEASE!! OH OH OWWW NO PLEASEEEE!!"

It felt like the brutal blistering would go on forever! Your world is consumed by the blazing inferno in your bratty beaten butt as anon goes on and on!

"IM SORRY! IM SORRY! NEVER AGAIN I'LL BE GOOD I'LL BE GOOD I SWEAR!!!"

"I've heard it all before Twilight! Your not getting out of this!"

"OWWWWWWW!"

You are absolutely sure your flanks are a blazing red that will last for days at this point. Chores are going to be awful if you have to get out of the house with this on display! You can see the awful little human children laughing at you now! 'Look mommy they spanked the pony!'. A particularly hard flurry of swats shatters your imagination as anon goes in for the finale.

"MASTERRRRR MASTTERRRRRR PLEASEEEEE!"

After what felt like hours, but in reality was barely a few minutes, the discipline slows down and mercifully stops. Your fevered kicking dies down with the brushing until you collapsed over anon's lap. You don't even mind when you feel his large hands rub your sorry flank in soothing circles.

"I'm sorry Twilight but enough is enough. I hope I don't have to do that again but I needed you to learn this lesson."

His other hand goes to scratch you behind the ears. You whimper an affirmative.

"I want you in bed right now. In the morning all will be forgiven but no computer tonight. just you catching up on your sleep so you can get the laundry done early tomorrow do you understand?"

Sniff.

"Yes master... I understand..."

"Good girl."

Lifting you up off his lap anon deposits you on the bed. You curl up on your stomach, you suspect you'll be sleeping this way for a couple nights at least. Moving your computer to the desk anon, ruffles your hair, and kisses you on the top of the head.

"Good night girl, I'm sorry it came to this."

"G-good night sir..."

Sleep comes quickly.