Chapter 10: Running the Ringer

The fateful moment arrived. The moment that Spike had been dreading, hoping that it would never come, yet knowing that it was inevitable.

It was time for Gym Class.

He walked in, hoping to keep his head low. He went to his locker room with the crowd of other boys, and then waited until everyone else was changed and filing out, hoping to blend in with the crowd. Unfortunately, the problem with that was it was hard to keep low and blend in with the class when there wasn’t any other dragons in this class with him. When the class started to do their regular warm ups, Stormy was already on him. When he started running laps, she shouted at him to run faster, warning him that he’d end up getting paddled if he held up the class too long trying to finish up his run. Spike tensed, but kept going at his own pace, knowing that he was, at most, in the middle of the pack.

Later on, when he was doing push-ups, she stood over him the whole time and grunted. “Lower,” she ordered. “You better keep your body rigid and go as low as you can before you come back up, Spike. Or else.”

He didn’t need to be told what this whole ‘or else’ thing meant. He made a conscious effort to make sure that he was going as low as he could. His arms burned and he could feel sweat dripping down his scales as he tried to keep up with her demands.

The absolute nadir of it came when she was standing over him, glaring at him while he was trying to stretch out after the warm up workout. He was arching his back out, grunting and bending his back backwards as he tried to work out his body’s kinks when she pressed her foot against his backside, making him squeak and tense softly as he tried to keep himself quiet. His backside still pulsed and throbbed in pain after his initial run-in with her. “Come on, Spike, I know you can do better than that.”

“D-do better at stretching?” he hissed lightly. “I can’t exactly stretch more than this,” he groaned.

“Don’t give me backtalk,” she warned. “I know you’re more flexible than that.”

He groaned and forced himself past his comfort zone, pretty sure he was looking more like a capital L to those around him. He held it for as long as he could, biting the inside of his cheek until she finally stepped off of his rear and backed away. He panted and groaned, laying himself down against the ground, his forehead against the cold ground. He pulled himself up and bent his back forward, grunting as he felt a light throb from it for overextending himself.

He was able to finish the rest of his stretching without her hovering over him, but he could still feel her eyes following him regardless of where he went. Finally though, when the warm ups were finished, she blew her whistle to get the attention of the rest of the class, calling them to line up as she outlined the lesson of the day. “Today, we’re going to be starting some basic weight training,” she stated. “We’ll be focusing primarily on increasing endurance. I’m more interested in seeing you all being able to do a long, prolonged workout rather than a single deadlift. That in and of itself is a form of training, and competition, but even a simple, light deadlift right now is beyond most of you, and I’m not going to be responsible for anyone getting injured here. Now, all of you partner up. Groups of two to four, and then go and claim your weights.”

Spike sighed again as he saw a bunch of the students hurried away from him and hurriedly grab groups made up of their friends. Most of them moved away from him or tried their best to ignore him, worried that if they partnered with him, then Stormy might start giving them issues as well. He was worried he might be working out alone, until there was a sharp whistle from nearby. “Yo! Spike! Over here!”

He blinked and glanced over, smiling a little bit when he saw Rainbow waving towards him, Fluttershy and Derpy standing together next to her. He smiled and waved back, hurrying over. “You wanna join in over here?” she offered.

“Sure!” he said with a nod, grateful for the offer.

“We actually were just discussing a few things about the club.”

“Oh yeah, our first meeting is coming up pretty soon, isn’t it?” he asked with a smile, glancing at Derpy, who blushed.

“Y-yeah, actually.” She smiled and sat on one of the weight lifting benches, reaching into her pack and pulling out a book for Ogres and Oubliettes, flipping through it. “I-I figured we’d start with something real simple? Maybe just make some characters and shuffle our way through the starting adventure in the back of the player’s handbook? I know most everyone who picks up the book is probably familiar with it anyway, but… well, it’s a good starting point, right?”

“Well, we have to start somewhere,” Spike said with a grin. “I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Um, it was actually my suggestion,” Fluttershy said, biting her lip. “I-I know most of us are seasoned players, but-”

“We don’t exactly know each other’s strengths or styles yet,” Rainbow finished for her, patting her shoulder. “It’s a good suggestion, Flutters. You don’t have to be shy about it.”

“Yes. And the same goes for the rest of you,” Derpy said quickly. “I’ll reiterate this at the club meeting proper, but I don’t want any of you to feel like you can’t contribute. I always want to hear suggestions for activities for us to do,” she said happily.

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Spike said, lifting up one of the ten pound weights and letting it settle against his palm before he slowly started to curl it. “So, what sort of characters do you like to play, Derpy?”

“O-oh, well, I’ll probably be DM'ing for this one, but when it comes to characters? I always really liked bards.”

“Bards?” Rainbow asked. “Why’s that?”

“I just always saw them as a super creative class,” she said, flipping through the book. The other two pegasi shuffled over closer to look over her shoulder as she tapped the book on the ‘bard’ class description. “Not only do they have their own unique brand of magic, centering on sound and music, but because of their focus on charisma, they’re kind of like the go-to class for problem solving when might and magic doesn’t work. I’m not saying a wizard or a fighter can’t be super creative, but bards just feel like they’re tailor made to be spanners in the works. The sorts that try to talk or con their way out of something rather than bash their way out.”

“Hah, that might work for you, but I prefer the bashing,” Rainbow said. “Give me a big, beefy berserker or a ranger, something with some teeth.”

“Well, that’s all well and good… if you want to get totally left behind at later levels,” Fluttershy mused.

Rainbow glared at her. “Scuse me?”

She blushed. “S-sorry it’s just… I mean, what does a fighter have when it comes to doing anything in the game? They hit things, and they hit really hard. But they don’t have the damage output of a rogue with backstab, and most magic users have them almost completely beaten in terms of versatility. Even bards can be pretty good sword fighters if you outfit them properly.”

The small group continued to discuss this, and soon, they were all sitting together and talking, laughing, discussing their particular likes and dislikes for character builds and the sorts of campaigns that they liked to run. Weight training was completely forgotten as the four of them got deep into the conversation. This eventually did get them noticed, however, and the whistle was blown, causing the four of them to jump and the rest of the class to stop what they were doing, glancing over to see what was going on.

Stormy Flare slowly walked towards them, a hand on her hip as she let her whistle fall down against her neck again. “And just what is going on here?”

“Oh uh… s-sorry ma’am,” Spike said, quickly standing up. “We got… a touch distracted is all.”

“A touch, hm?” Stormy asked. “Looks like you four haven’t done much for ten minutes.”

Fluttershy flushed and bit her lip. “Oh dear, has it really been a full ten minutes already? S-sorry ma’am!”

“Can’t blame you, you do have a very distracting dragon amongst you.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked over at Spike, who tensed up as their eyes met. “Spike,” she stated. “I think we need to have another talk about your behavior.”

“But… I… I…”

“Hey!” Rainbow interjected quickly, rushing to Spike’s side. “There’s no need to blame Spike for this,” she said quickly. “I was the one who started the conversation anyway, if you’re gonna be mad at anyone in particular, go ahead and be mad at me.” This wasn’t strictly true, as it had actually spawned from Fluttershy and Derpy specifically, but Rainbow seemed more than willing to take the blame for them.

Spike smiled gratefully at her, letting out a breath. Her loyalty was inspiring.

However, Stormy gently placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her to the side, her glare still focusing on Spike. “It’s nice to see that you are willing to defend a friend, Rainbow Dash, but I’m quite sure that Spike was the one who started this whole thing. And as the one who instigated it, he is the one who is going to receive punishment.”

Spike gulped softly. His still sore rear tingled a little bit. He could argue about how unfair this sort of treatment was, about the fact that she was jumping to conclusions (again), or about the fact that teachers were supposed to remain impartial, but he was fairly certain she wasn’t going to listen to reason while she was on this sort of warpath. He groaned, and was about to accept his fate, when the sound of a throat clearing reached them. “I think you’re tunnel visioning a little bit, Stormy.”

Their heads turned to see who was speaking. A brilliant amber coat, contrasted by woven, amaranth tale and mane. A stern figure and a muscled physique. It was Flash Magnus, the other physical educator at Galaxia. While Stormy handled most of the basic physical education classes, as well as some of the extra-curricular classes like gymnastics and the school flight team. Flash handled quite a few more specific classes, such as basic flight classes, and most of the other sports teams. But because of that, the two of them were always at each other’s throats when it came to use of the gymnasium and its equipment and facilities. Pretty much everyone who attended the school had been witness to at least one of their legendary battles of will. And at least one rumor seemed to suggest that the only reason their arguments ever seemed to end was that Flash was one to invoke ‘Pegasus Rule’, taking Stormy to task for crossing a certain line with him.

Stormy’s eyes narrowed as he approached them. He nodded to Spike, giving him a light wave of his hand, as if to push away any bad thoughts that he might have. He turned to the other teacher. “From what I was seeing, it looked like those three girls there were the ones who were carrying on the conversation the most. Spike actually looked like he was doing something resembling weight training at least.” He pointed to the small weight that Spike had been curling with early on during their conversation.

Stormy huffed. “Well, from my point of view-”

“It doesn’t matter what your point of view was,” Flash said, cutting her off. “It matters what happened. Now, I do agree that someone should be punished.” He pointed to the three girls. “And I think it should be these three.” He put a hand on his hip. “Stormy, fetch your paddle, if you please. I think a dozen strikes for each of them should be a sufficient punishment.”

The girls squeaked, Rainbow glaring at him, Fluttershy and Derpy glancing down, their faces turning red. Stormy’s wings fluffed up a bit as she glowered at him, raising them up and stepping between them and him. “Now you just wait a moment!” she growled. “Where do you get off coming in here like this and then making demands in MY class. This is my classroom, these are my students, and this is my gym,” she stated.

“Technically the gym belongs to the school,” he reminded her calmly. “It’s a shared facility remember?” He leaned forward, brow furrowing a bit. “And I’d watch your tone, Stormy. You’re getting pretty uppity with me.”

“Don’t you start bringing up those old pegasus ways to me again,” she warned. “I’m not just going to roll over for you.”

“Well, you don’t have a choice in this matter,” he stated. “Especially since I’m sure Celestia and Luna would not approve of you zeroing in on one student in particular, ignoring the others, right? That would get YOU quite the reprimand if they heard about it.”

The mare ground her teeth together for a moment before growling softly. “Perhaps… they do deserve a punishment for partaking.”

“Glad you agree,” he said with a nod. “Now, fetch the paddle.” There was no nonsense in his voice.

Her eye twitched and she glowered at him for a moment before twisting and starting back to her office.

Fluttershy groaned loudly and writhed a bit, nervously glancing between the retreating Stormy and the stern looking Flash. Derpy tried to offer her some reassurance that a dozen swats wasn’t going to be much, though Rainbow managed to ruin that by musing that if it was anything like what he gave during acrobatics practice, none of them were going to be sitting down for the rest of the school day. Fluttershy groaned, but Spike saw her bite the corner of her lip as she glanced away from the others, wings stiffening a bit. Derpy gave Rainbow a mismatched glare in response.

Spike just stood there, rubbing his arm. While he was glad that he wouldn’t have to suffer a second time around with Stormy, and he did agree that he alone didn’t deserve punishment for what was happening, he didn’t want the girls to suffer punishment just for talking. Add to it, it was no secret Flash was a bit of a traditionalist, clearly raised to believe what he was doing was right in relation to Pegasopolian law. But that misguided viewpoint caused him to be unnecessarily strict and brash with mares.

He watched the girls squirming a little bit. Derpy in particular looked especially nervous. Fluttershy was attempting to maintain her composure, trying to keep her breathing steady. Rainbow was trying her best not to show her own fear of getting paddled. Her arms were crossed in front of her, her wings were raised but not stiff, and her feathers were puffed out as she glared at the stallion in sheer defiance. But Spike, and probably Flash as well, could see the underlying nervousness behind her tough exterior.

Stormy returned a moment later, taking her time in approaching the group, walking stiffly, the scowl still on her face. She held her faithful paddle in her hand, a worn, old fashioned thing. There was an old myth at the school that the paddle wielded by the physical education teachers was the very same one that had been used by the original educator that had been here when the school first opened. Spike found the notion kind of ridiculous, especially since it was a myth that had somehow persisted in a school where most of the students were at least late teens to adults. It seemed kind of childish to him.

The older Pegasus offered up the paddle to Flash, who took it and nodded, patting it against his palm a few times. “Thank you,” he said with a nod.

“Don’t mention it,” she grunted. “Really, don’t mention it.”

“I won’t. Now, all four of you girls, lower your bottoms, and bend over the weight bench,” he ordered, pointing the edge of the paddle to the bench in question.

Stormy blinked. “Excuse me, four?” she asked.

“Yes, four.” He pointed to Stormy as well. “You’ll be joining them.”

“I beg your pardon?!” she gasped, glowering at him, her own wings fluffing up.

“Yes. I think you could use a bit of discipline after your behavior here. Ignoring students who break your rules in favor of going after one you have it out for? Giving me a hard time when all I was doing was ensuring proper justice? You definitely need another session with me, and now is as good a time as any.”

The words ‘another session’ caught Spike’s attention and he could see a small flush coming to Stormy’s face. She fluttered her wings lightly in agitation before leaning forward, glowering at him again. He wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “Excuse me, but we are the exact same rank in terms of the positions we hold, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to embarrass me in front of my students.”

“Should I go and talk to Luna then? See what she thinks about you targeting a student like you did?” He pat the paddle against his palm again. “Luna has a particularly firm sense of justice when it comes to situations like that.”

That actually seemed to rattle Stormy a bit. She ground her teeth for a moment, glancing at them and sighed. “Damn it all… girls, do as he says.” She shot Flash another glare. “You know this whole thing is bull.”

“I certainly don’t see it that way.” He mocked, giving her an underhanded slap on her bum as she turned away, causing her to jump. She whipped around and clenched her fist as though she was going to slug him in the face, but stopped herself, snarling softly.

Spike was glad she didn't go through with it, but this still didn't feel right. He stood up and slowly walked forward as the girls started to prep themselves for punishment, his mind working quickly. “Hold on,” he said, ignoring the stares of his classmates. The rest of the class had stopped what they were doing by the time the paddle was brought in, and had gathered around to watch what was going to happen. The fact that Flash was willing to do this in public, especially with socially shy or awkward ponies like Derpy (And kind of Fluttershy, though spike wasn't sure if she would mind or not), made the dragon's blood boil. For once, he was very easily able to separate his libido from the situation. He got up close to Flash, the teacher raising a brow as the dragon spoke. “Flash, you can’t do this.”

He blinked in surprise. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because…” Spike cleared his throat. “Because it goes against school code,” he stated.

Magnus frowned. “Hm?”

“You’re operating under old pegasus laws,” Spike stated. “But the school code of conduct states that in these walls, the school rules are the first and foremost laws that need to apply. It states very clearly that tribe or species specific rules will apply to a given situation if, and only if, they are absolutely, one-hundred percent necessary for those who are attending to observe them. This extends to species-specific needs, nothing having to do with discipline. And it cites several examples of rules that would not be enforced in the school, one of which is Pegasopolean Law, referring to the roles of gender in their society, specifically the rights of Stallions over those of Mares.”

Magnus frowned deeper. “Well, I would point out that those viewpoints are still enforced to some extent in Cloudsdale-”

“They are, yes,” Spike said. “But not as an official law. Those that follow Pegasopolean beliefs are not as numerous here as they are in Cloudsdale and it’s basically to the point where it is something that needs to be observed by all parties in order to be considered legal… of course, under the tenants of old Pegasopolis, consent by the mare can be given by the stallion who has the right to do so. But this is not Cloudsdale, the school does not recognize the idea of Pegasus stallions being immediately dominant to Pegasus mares, and using that as justification for punishment is considered a breach of your contract as a teacher.”

He blinked lightly. “I’m not sure that I…”

“You did read the contracts, right?” Spike asked with a raised brow. “They did say specifically that, while teachers do have a certain leeway when it comes to disciplining students in their class, it cannot be for differences in ideals, and the way you are presenting your intent to punish Stormy, especially, seems like it reeks of the idea that she should be punished merely for daring to speak against you, rather than anything she actually did wrong. Also, as Stormy pointed out before you threatened to 'tattle' on her,” Spike put emphasis on the word. “I would also point out that this isn’t your class. You have no right to punish anyone here. If you really believe that she’s done something wrong, you would have to report it to someone higher in authority, who would make a judgement call based on information provided by both you 'and' her, as well as the testimony of the students if it were necessary. But in this case, I think, regardless of what you said, Celestia or Luna would find in favor of Stormy Flare.”

Magnus raised a brow, looking genuinely stunned as he scratched the back of his head. “You certainly seem confident in what you say. How do you know about the teacher contracts here, though?”

Spike tensed for a moment, but shook his head. “They’re a matter of public record,” he stated, which was true. His mother believed in complete transparency when it came to students and families understanding exactly what sort of agreements everyone who worked there was under. “I considered it a bit of light reading.”

Magnus squinted at the boy, clearly trying to think of something to counter him, but he was apparently pretty ill prepared for a lengthy debate on the matter. “You do realize that Stormy is guilty of at least favoring the girls over you, yes?”

“This is true,” Spike admitted. “And I was sort of angry at her for it, and perhaps it is a failing of hers. But punishing her in this manner is very counter-productive to addressing the real problem, especially since it’s not only about punishing her for what she wanted to do to me. It’s feels like you're establishing dominance, and making sure that she feels like she has to be subservient to you.” He took the stallions shoulder. “I know that's not your intention, sir, but it's how it looks. Just let this one go.”

Magnus glared at him again, but his eyes softened as he glanced at Stormy. “I suppose I can’t argue with you. I was just trying to help you, but it seems my brand of help is... unwelcome. So I’ll take my leave.” He set the paddle to the side and sighed. “Stormy, I'm sorry for how I was treating you. Enjoy the rest of your class.”

She looked taken aback by the apology. “Thank you?”

He grunted, scowling a little bit as he turned and started for the entrance to the gym. The other students started to disperse a little bit, especially as Stormy gave them a glowering look that meant ‘get back to weight lifting or else.’ There were a few who definitely looked like they were disappointed nothing had happened, but no one was about to complain about not seeing their teacher’s butt get blistered when she was standing right there, paddle still within reach.

“Whew… thanks for that, Spike,” Rainbow said. “Was really worried there, for a second.”

“Yes.” Fluttershy breathed. “I don’t think I could have taken a public spanking.” She reached back and cupped her cheeks a bit. Spike saw her pout a bit and had to hide the smile he got, knowing the real reason she looked upset. She'd wanted it to happen, he was sure.

“I’m just glad you got him to understand why what he was doing wasn’t right,” Derpy added.

“I not fully sure I did.” The dragon gave a light shrug. “But he did seem genuinely sorry at the end there. If he tries to harass any of you over this again though, go straight to Celestia. I know she won’t let this sort of thing stand, especially not amongst her teachers.”

Stormy huffed. “That’s enough talking, from all of you,” she stated. “All of you, get back to your weight work.” She set her hands on her hips. “And Spike?”

“Yes ma’am?” he asked, nervously.

“...Thank you,” she said.

He smiled a bit. “No problem, ma’am.”

The rest of the period was spent working on the weights. Aside from a few quick exchanges here and there, Spike and the girls avoided any more long, drawn out conversations. They weren’t really willing to chance a trip over the teacher’s knees after everything they’d been through.

When it was over, Spike went back to the changing room and got cleaned up with everyone else. There was a lot of hushed discussion about the fact that they’d almost seen Stormy Flare getting her rear roasted, with a lot of disappointed sighs that it didn’t happen. Spike just rolled his eyes and ignored that sort of talk. At the very least, Stormy had stopped hounding him the whole time.

After the locker room cleared out and everyone started to move to the gym exit, a whistle caught his attention. “Spike!” Stormy called. “Come here. I need to have a word with you!”

Spike winced. Well, he supposed it was too much to hope for that she might totally forgive and forget the grudge that she’d gotten when she caught him being inappropriate with Pinkie and Twilight. He shuffled over to her, quickening his pace when he saw her starting to tap her foot impatiently. “You uh… wanted to speak to me, ma’am?”

“I did yes.” She pointed back towards the girls’ locker room. “Come with me. We’re going to talk in there.”

He blushed a little bit, but nodded, not offering any sort of argument. She turned and started to walk to the locker room, Spike hot on her heels. “Ma’am, if this is about earlier…”

“It is, partially,” she said, leading him inside. He blinked as he found Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Derpy Hooves there, waiting for them… bottomless. He flushed deeply as he saw Derpy and Fluttershy standing there, covering their fronts. Rainbow Dash however, seemed to have no shame, standing there with her legs slightly spread and her arms crossed, revealing her peach for all the world to see.

“W-Wha… what’s going on here?” Spike asked.

“Um, w-well,” Fluttershy said, smiling through her blush, “We just… wanted to give you a great big thank you for what you did for us earlier.”

“And I wanted to give you a formal apology,” Stormy said. To spike’s utter surprise, but also his boundless joy, Stormy began to strip off her own pants and underwear. “What I did was… well, it was rather cruel. While you did deserve some form of punishment, I was far too harsh on you, and I continued to dog you afterwards because I thought you were just some sort of perv or misguided misogynist, looking to satisfy a dominant’s urge. I admit, I was wrong. What you did today was very sweet. You stood up to Flash and prevented him from unfairly paddling both me and these three girls. They also seem to have taken a shine to you… so we discussed it, and we have agreed to do something nice for you, to reward you for heroism.”

“So… we decided… we’d let you play with our butts a bit! You know, since they didn't end up blistered and bruised,” Derpy mumbled.

“Wait, r-really?” he asked, flushing bright red, plugging his nose before he could start spraying blood everywhere. “I-I mean… you're all okay with this?”

Fluttershy nodded. “We are, Spike. I mean, a good guy like you does deserve something special, right?”

“And… Stormy?”

“I’m doing this of my own volition. And I do feel that I owe you something. But I insist that when you get to me, you do give me a proper comeuppance for my behavior.”

Spike smiled and sat down on the edge of the bench there. “Well… if you are all absolutely sure.”

“We are,” Rainbow said, grunting as she laid herself down over his knees. “Now come on, get yourself some booty,” she teased with a smirk.

“You sure aren’t embarrassed about any of this.”

“Hey, it’s among friends,” she said with a nod. “Nothing to be nervous about. Isn’t like you’re the type to go spreading this around, right?”

“Oh! Of course, this doesn’t leave this room,” he promised with a nod, reaching down stroking her backside. As he’d expected, Rainbow’s rear was impressively firm and athletic, with just enough give to it to make it feel a little soft as he rubbed it. He started to swat it, though he didn’t do so very seriously. He was pretty sure if he actually did try to spank her, he’d do a lot more damage to his hand than to her bottom. Still, the soft claps he left behind were rather fun to deliver, and Rainbow didn’t seem to mind. She blushed and grunted and wiggled a bit, but otherwise stayed silent.

Spike bit his lip and wriggled a bit more than even Rainbow was, papping away at her rear for a while, enjoying the way her bright blue buttocks took on a light shade of pink, a pleasant tingle coming to his palm as he continued.

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He shivered a bit as she gave a little yip and her bottom twitched as she wiggled back and forth. He breathed for a moment, leaning back. It was then that he saw that her wings had straightened. Curious, he reached out and brushed a hand along the top of one of them, making her yelp. Yep, they were stiff as a board. “H-hey!” she gasped. “Y-you don’t touch a girls wings like that!”

“You’re okay with me swatting your ass, but not stroking your wings?”

“It’s a pegasus thing!” she said with a huff.

“Also a rainbow thing,” Fluttershy said with a giggle.

“Sh-shut up!”

Spike snickered a little bit and gave her a more firm pop against her sit spots. She jumped a bit from the feeling and Spike winced as a small sting ran through his palm. He rubbed at it and cleared his throat. “O-okay, I think that’s enough for you, Rainbow.’

Rainbow smirked a bit and slowly stood up. “Heh. Maybe someday you’ll actually have a chance to show me what you can really do.” She turned away from him and reached back, giving herself a very powerful swat across one cheek. Spike jumped at the impact, and flushed when he saw that her cheek actually wobbled from the strike, a dark pink palm print appearing on her rear where she’d struck.

“U-uh…” he coughed a little bit as she walked away and gently grabbed her panties, bending over and giving him a nice, extended view of the full moon as she dressed. He gulped a little bit as her panties slowly started to slide over her cheeks and then shook his head to bring himself back to reality as he felt a small hand on his shoulder. He glanced over and saw the radiant smile and mismatched eyes of Derpy. “Oh um… g-guess it’s your turn?”

“If uh… if you want.”

“I-I do want,” he admitted, smiling. He wiggled a little as Derpy walked towards him and turned around. She stuck her bottom out towards him, bending forward and placing her hands on her knees, well within arm's reach of him.. As opposed to Rainbow’s muscled, athletic physique, Derpy’s rear was a sight bigger, soft and bouncy. He slid a hand along her cheeks and dock, pushing her tail away and making her squeak a bit. “You sure you aren’t uncomfortable?”

“No actually,” she breathed, smiling back at him. “Go ahead, Spike. I trust you.”

He nodded at her words and let his finger trail down her soft rear for a moment, getting a feel for it before raising his hand up and giving her a light swat, the same as he’d done for Rainbow. Her bottom gave a generous wobble and he took a deep breath, feeling his entire body tense up from the sight. It wasn’t helped by the adorable yelp she let out, and the little jump her body gave. He repeated the action with his other hand, drumming on her cheeks for a moment, getting a rhythm down.

He started to spank her a bit faster, alternating from one cheek to the other, firmly enough to really make her bottom bounce, the sound echoing around them. He blushed as he realized he might have been going a bit hard, and glanced at her. “Is this-”

“Yes,” she said quickly, blushing. “I’m fine, please, go ahead!”

“Uh… a-all right, if you’re sure.” He smiled lightly at her and continued his little drum solo, taking her words as indication that he could continue on. He spanked and slapped at her bottom quickly, but made sure not to go much harder. She started to wriggle, swaying her hips back and forth as he swatted, her wings stiffening like Rainbow, but flapped a few times as well. Was she getting into it?

It seemed like it. When he could pull his eyes away from her beautiful backside, he was able to see that she was glancing over her shoulder to take in the action herself, and was smiling the whole time. Encouraged, he started to move his strikes lower, swatting at her sit spots, smacking her bottom upwards a little, really making them dance.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Eek! Oop! Aw!” she gasped and arched her back a little bit. Her buttocks pressed out further and shifting from foot to foot. Spike smiled wider and licked his lips a little, stopping the spanking for a moment, giving her a reprieve so that he could stroke and caress her much more sensitive rear. She moaned and mewled a little, relaxing a little bit and letting her arms fall limp. “Oooh… Wow, that feels good actually,” she mumbled, pushing her cheeks towards him a bit more, into his hands, ecouraging him to massage them more firmly.

“I would hope so,” Spike said. “I don’t want to make you feel bad.” He cupped and rubbed her posterior. “But I think I should let you go now,” he whispered.

“You… don’t have to,” she said. She sounded a tad disappointed.

Spike considered, and smiled and gave her a few more soft swats as she straightened up, making her squeal and giggle gently, covering her front as she danced about a bit. Her dancing only made her backside bounce more and Spike had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from letting out a particularly loud moan as he enjoyed the show she gave him. Like Rainbow before her, she took her time in sliding on her panties, her face flush and her eyes half lidded. It actually looked to him like her eyes had focused and were looking straight ahead, if only briefly, as she glanced back at him. He smiled back and squirmed, attempting to subtly adjust himself, as he was really feeling the effects of their ‘reward’ at this point.

And finally, as Derpy tugged up her skirt and hid her bottom from view, Fluttershy approached him. He gulped a little bit and wiped a bit of sweat away as she stood before him, stretching her shirt down to cover her nethers.

“Fluttershy,” he greeted with a soft nod. The pegasus girl blushed, her own wings already extended outwards. “So... how shall I spank you?” he said, his voice a touch husky as he tried to contain his excitement.

Fluttershy spoke, her own voice a little husky as well. “M-maybe something like this?” she asked. She got on the bench next to him and laid down on her back, raising her legs up in the air, exposing her buttocks, and a little bit more, to him.

Spike's nostril's flared and his tail flicked upwards, stiffening a little bit as he looked at the position she was in. He gripped her ankles and pushed back to keep them in place. “Are you sure?” he asked. “This is a... pretty embarrassing position.”

Her chest rose and fell quickly as she glanced up at him, her long, pink hair pooling around her head. “I know... th-that's part of why I'd like to try it.”

He smiled lightly. “Well... all right.” He wasn't about to argue with her. He reached down and carefully stroked her rear up and down. Just as large, soft, and bouncy as he remembered from the last spanking he'd been able to witness of hers. He took in a deep breath, unable to stop himself from giving her chubby cheeks a few soft squeezes. “Ready?”

“Definitely,” she said with a nod, grabbing the edge of the bench and giving it a squeeze.

Spike smiled and reared his hand back. He brought it down against her squishy rear with a firm, quick pap. The satisfying clap made him moan. Shamelessly. He felt her tense a little bit, and she wiggled gently.

Smack! Slap! Whap! Spank!

With each spank, Fluttershy let out a delightful little squeak, and Spike let his fingers brush against her bottom with every swat. He alternated from cheek to cheek, hugging her legs firmly to keep them up and out of the way. She moaned a bit more loudly. “S-spike?” she asked softly.

“Yes?” he asked equally gently.

“You... can go a bit harder if you want.”

“Are you sure? Any harder than this and it's probably really going to sting,” he said, grinning, unable to resist a chance to tease her a little bit. “And your bottom is really going to get red. Any harder and it'll probably feel like I'm punishing you.”

He felt a shudder run through her and her bottom cheeks tensed under his fingers. “I-I'll be fine. I think I can take it. Please Spike, this is a reward for you,” she said. “Do... whatever you want...” she prompted, giving him a wide smile. Her eyes twinkled with joy, however, at the suggestion of a harder spanking, and Spike wasn't one to deny her what SHE wanted. He gripped her legs a bit more firmly and then reared his hand back a bit further. Then brought it down, nice and hard.

CLAP! Her bottom cheek bounced beautifully from the smack and she squealed, arching her bottom up into the air. Spike gave her another spank. And then another, and another, once again alternating from one cheek to the other, but this time really giving her some proper spanks. She gasped and writhed against the bench, but he kept his grip on her feet, keeping her in position as he smacked away, watching as her bottom wobbled and jiggled. He smiled as her squeals and squeaks turned to whimpers and moans. Her eyes closed and a small, satisfied smile came to her face between the stinging slaps. There was really no point in denying it now. Fluttershy had a thing for hard spankings. He'd figured that out quick enough, despite her attempts at being subtle, but she must have felt fairly comfortable letting a bit more of it show now.

“Eeep! Oooh! Aww!” she whined. “It stings!”

“It's supposed to,” Spike said. “It's a spanking after all.” He glanced at her rear. “And you're starting to get nice and red,” he said. “You'll probably be feeling this for a while afterwards.

“Y-yes,” she agreed, nodding gently. “I-I'm probably going to be feeling this for... a while afterwards.” She groaned, shifting a bit more, her cute bottom cheeks jiggling as she rolled from side to side, always lifting up the cheek that Spike was about to smack.

“I'm sure...” Spike chuckled and gave her sit spots a good working over as well, slapping the creases on the bottom of each cheek, really making the pegasus buck a few times. His palm was tingling now, though, a soft throb starting to come through it. Much as he would have loved to continue on forever, and he was certain that Fluttershy would have liked that as well, he'd have to bring this to a close sooner rather than later. But he wanted to make it a memorable end. He pushed her legs backwards, making her squeak as her bottom slid up into the air and she was forced to roll with the motion, until she was laying on her upper back, stiff wings pinned under her. The motion also caused her to spread her legs a bit, revealing a bit of her peach. She gasped loudly and flailed, her face flushing even redder than her bottom. “Oooh, Spike! What are you going to do?” she asked cutely.

“Give you a grand finale,” he told her. He placed one hand against the back of her upper legs to keep her in the new position and then dropped his other hand down onto her bottom, letting gravity do a good bit of the work as he started to rapidly drum on her ass, spanking fast and hard, making her rear dance as fast as he could.

“Oooh! Owww! Awww!” she squealed, shuddering and flailing her arms a bit more, squirming against his hold. “Oooh! Aw! S-Spike!”

Spike just smiled, and gave her three more hard, firm strikes, right in the center of each wobbling cheek. Then, he finally stopped, rubbing at each fleshy mound for a moment before slowly and carefully lowering her legs down to the bench. She clamped them together tightly and once again pushed her shirt down to cover her nethers, panting deeply. He chuckled, finding it adorable how she had suddenly regained a sense of modesty now that the spanking was over. He took one of her arms and helped her to sit up, her wings shuddering as she did so. She hissed and writhed as her thick cheeks pressed against the now warm wood of the bench. Carefully, she stood up, reaching back and pressing one hand against her bottom, rubbing it up and down, unintentionally causing it to jiggle up and down just a bit more. Spike sat down and leaned back for a moment, enjoying the view as she stood with her naked rear facing him, trying to compose herself. “So,” he said after a moment. “How... was that?”

“Wh-why are you asking me?” she breathed, biting her lip, the blush still covering her face. “Th-that was all you,” she said, shuffling over to the others, where Derpy offered her her underwear.

“Right, right,” Spike said with a nod. “All for you.” He nodded to her, letting out a light sigh.

And finally, as she joined her two blushing classmates, Stormy slowly approached him, her face slightly flushed and her wings spread wide.

Stiff.

Apparently, she’d found the display particularly erotic as well. “Well,” she said with a nod. “Even when presented with an opportunity to have fun, you still considered the girls’ feelings first.”

“I get that this was for me,” Spike said. “But what’s the point if I actually do come off as a creepy guy? I didn’t want to go any further than what they were comfortable with, and if I was going to try something, I wanted to make sure that it was something they’d enjoy too, at least a little bit.” He glanced at her hands, noticing that she'd grabbed the paddle at some point. Had she brought that in earlier? Or had it been in here before they walked in, he wondered.

She nodded, and then offered him the paddle. “Well, if you want to give someone what they want, I want you to give me what I deserve. No pussyfooting, all right?”

“Are you sure ma’am?” he asked.

She sighed. “Yes. What I did to you was unwarranted and I let my bias cloud my judgement. I jumped to conclusions and punished you harshly without hearing your story. While you still would have been punished, I… probably would have been a bit less harsh had I heard the entire thing. And I definitely would not have continued to treat you so poorly in gym. Magnus might have been an ass, but he was right, I was using my position as teacher to continue punishing you beyond what you deserved, and I need to accept that.” She straddled the bench, one leg on either side of it, and bent forward, resting her palms on the wood, thrusting her rear out and pushing her tail out of the way.

“Okay,” Spike said gently, standing, holding up the paddle and standing next to her. “But I want you to understand that I don’t bear any grudges against you, Stormy. You’re right, you did go a bit harsh on me but… I do know I shouldn’t have been doing what I was doing with Twi and Pinkie. At least… not on school property.” He gave a nervous chuckle and gripped her dock, pulling her tail up. Her bottom looked… soft. Not overly bouncy or jiggly the way that Fluttershy or Derpy’s had, but certainly not the athletic steel wall that Rainbow’s had been. It was a happy medium, shapely and bouncy, but not fat. He gave it a few gentle taps, testing it. Some heft and bounce to it, but no exaggerated ripples.

A part of him felt a touch disappointed by that. “Okay… as you want, I’m going to give you a real spanking. You ready for this?”

She grunted. “I gave you the paddle, didn’t I?” she asked, glancing back at him. “And you better not hold back!”

He blushed, not really used to the person on the receiving end being the more dominant one. “Yes ma’am!” he said quickly. He gave her bottom a few more preparatory pats before raising the paddle up high, eyes focusing in on the mature, thick bottom currently awaiting his attention.

WHAP!

The sound echoed like a gunshot through the locker room as he gave her a firm, hard smack, across both cheeks. She gasped and let out a pained hiss, flexing her cheeks lightly, but otherwise remained as she was.

WHAP!

Spike landed a second slap, similar to the first, building atop the deep pink mark he'd left behind. When he got a similar reaction, but heard no complaints, he started to raise the paddle and swing it in quick, powerful arcs, down against her rear.

WHAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! WHAP!

She grunted and grit her teeth, but remained as still as she could, the only sign that his slaps were even causing her any discomfort was the occasional twitch in her hips and of course the slight bounce in her buttocks as Spike started to pick up his pace, spanking her quicker and harder than he probably had any other mare to date, from the small pool of ladies he’d done so with up to now. After all, she was a tough woman, chances were good he wouldn’t make much of an impression if he tried to go easy on her, even with the implement.

Not that she wanted him to do that. As the spanking continued, she glanced over her shoulder, looking at him firmly. “Is that really your best?” she asked, shaking her backside a little bit, as though trying to shake the sting off of her rear.

“Er, well… I suppose I could go a bit harder, but-”

“But nothing, Spike,” she asserted. “I want you to spank me, and spank me hard. Make me sorry for how I treated you.”

He sighed. “Okay… if that’s really what you want.”

“It is. You better spank me hard, Spike, or-”

CRACK!

“EEEYOW!”

Spike grunted lightly from the effort he’d put into the smack. That had been near his full power from this position. A searing red splotch appeared where he had struck her. He reared back before she could fully recover and gave her a second. CRACK!

ACK!

Then a third. CRACK!

EEP!

A fourth.

CRACK!

“HNNGH!

And the pattern continued. Slow, powerful smacks rained down from the young dragon onto the older mare’s behind, each one making her buck forward in pain now.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“I hope… this… is what… you were… hoping… for!” Spike said, emphasizing every word with a flick of the paddle.

Stormy winced and hissed, nodding, clenching her eyes closed to try and stave off the tears that were starting to form. “Y-yes! This is exactly what I was hoping for in a punishment!” she admitted, her voice cracking lightly as he struck her while she was speaking.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Spike briefly took his eyes off of his admittedly pretty target to glance up at the others. They were all watching him, entranced. Even Rainbow, who had been more stoic and aloof, even during her spanking, seemed more impressed than anything with him. All of them had rigid wings, and seemed more than a little mesmerized by the performance in front of them.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Spike could feel his wrist starting to throb a little bit. If he kept this up, chances were good his hand would go completely numb afterwards. Not that it wasn’t worth it of course. But he wondered how long he would have to keep this up until she was satisfied. He didn’t want to bruise her too badly. But he kept going. He smacked and spanked her just as hard as he could, leaving behind more red blotches on her coat that slowly spread into one another, coalescing into one giant, hot, red, throbbing pain center.

“Hnn! Ah! Mmmph!” She groaned and panted harder as the tears started to drip from her eyes, dropping down to the ground and streaking her face. “I’m… sorry Spike…”

Spike nodded. “Apology accepted,” he said. He looked at her bottom for a moment and resolved to end the punishment soon. Regardless of what she felt she needed, Spike felt like she’d more than paid for what she’d done. But he’d give her just a bit more to make sure that the lesson was totally drilled in.

Heh, lesson. It was a lesson she was inflicting on herself, really.

CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK!

She started to writhe and squirm a bit more frantically as he laid out ten more, from the top of her cheeks, right down to her sit spots. He looked over her crimson behind and then nodded before delivering one final blow, right in the center, leaving behind one last deep red mark in a sea of garnet. Then, setting the paddle to the side, he rested his palm on her bottom and carefully started to rub and caress her sensitive rear, allowing her to go limp and relax against the bench, giving her a chance to collect herself. “There,” he announced as he listened to her ragged breathing. “I think we’re all done here.”

“Y… yes,” she panted, sniffing and wiping her eyes quickly. “That was… quite well done, Spike.”

“Thanks,” he said with a blush. “Um, is it wrong of me to say that I enjoyed that somewhat?”

“Well, that was part of why I allowed it.” She slowly started to stand, waiting for him to remove his hands from her before standing up fully. She groaned and reached behind herself, rubbing at her backside softly. Spike flushed, realizing he was perfectly level with her crotch and got a nice look at the little tuft of fur that sat just above it. He blushed and glanced away. “Don’t worry,” she said with a groan. “I think we’re completely even now.”

“Heh, after that? I’d like to think so.” He slowly stood up. “Thank you ma’am.” He offered her his hand, which, after another moment of rubbing, she took it and shook it gently, nodding.

“Thank you, Spike.” She smiled lightly.

“And thank you three too,” Spike said, blushing as he glanced back at the three young women nearby. “This… made me feel a lot better.”

Rainbow shrugged. “Yeah well… just don’t expect it to happen all the time.”

“Heh, of course. But I’ll treasure the fact that it did happen.”

“We’d um… better get out of here before someone else comes in,” Fluttershy mumbled.

Derpy nodded in agreement. “Probably a good idea. Will we see you at the meeting tomorrow, Spike?”

He blinked. “For the Tabletop club? I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Derpy.” He smiled and pat her shoulder gently.

“Awesome.” She giggled and clapped her hands together. “Looking forward to it!”

The three pegasi walked out, leaving him alone with Stormy for a moment. Stormy smiled. “You’d better get moving too. I have to prep for my next class, and you don’t want to be late for lunch. That and you are still in the girls locker room.” She smirked and pointed to his pants. “Maybe you should make a stop at the bathrooms first, though.”

“Eh?” He blinked and glanced down, his purple scales flushing bright red yet again as he realized that his pants were quite noticeably tented. “Ah!” he reached down and covered his arousal as best as he could. “S-sorry! It wasn’t… I mean I…”

“Spike, the girls and I expected something like that to happen when we agreed to let you do this,” she stated. “It was part of your reward.” She shrugged a bit, her own wings still sightly rigid as she attempted to force them back down herself.

The dragon’s long tail flicked back and forth, almost as though it was wagging. He smiled wide at her. “That’s insidious, you know.”

“I do,” she chuckled. “Now go and see to yourself. See you later Spike.”

“Goodbye, Stormy. And thanks again,” he said. With his heart feeling lighter (and beating much faster) he turned and hurried out of the locker room to go and seek some relief in private.

Author's Note

NEXT TIME ON GALAXIA HIGH!

Spike and Lyra sit on a bench.