Chapter 18: The Great Chase, pt. 2

Spike paced up and down the small line of ladies who he had managed to gather through this whole fiasco. After a brief, but fruitless attempt to pick up the panty thief’s trail, he’d decided to take a moment and calmly, logically assess the situation.

That and he also had to deal with the fact that Trixie now knew a little bit more than she should have. She kept asking, over and over again, for more information, more of an explanation, as he’d tried to figure out where that weird ninja mare had gone to.

But now, with everyone slightly on edge, he could see that he wasn’t going to be able to deal with both at once. So, he asked them all to take a seat at a nearby picnic table, as he took a deep breath, collected himself, and let out a deep, calming sigh. “Okay,” he stated. “Yes, Trixie. Your mom didn’t misspeak. I really am a prince. I am Celestia’s son, adopted when I was just an egg. I’ve been raised by her ever since.”

“But why all the secrecy?” Trixie asked.

“Trixie, you freaked out when your mom let it slip. Can you imagine how other people would react if they knew a prince was attending school with them?”

She frowned and toyed with a lock of her hair. “I suppose I get what you’re saying. Still don’t really appreciate my own mother keeping secrets from me,” she said, pouting a bit.

Sunflower blushed and squirmed a bit in her seat. “Dear, it was part of the Non-Disclosure agreement! Everyone who works at the palace in any capacity has to sign it so we don’t go about blabbering about the things we see or talk about there, and that includes things like Celestia’s personal life,”

“All the same,” Trixie said with a grin, “I’m not under any sort of NDA.”

Spike tensed. “Trixie, don’t you dare.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not gonna,” she said, waving a hand. “At least not right away. Buuut,” she leaned forward, “I wouldn’t mind a little something in return.”

“You’re gonna blackmail me?” he asked, raising a brow. “A prince? Celestia’s son?”

“Pfft, as if. All I’m asking is for a little favor in return.”

Sunflower glared at her. “Now see here, young lady-”

“And I’m sure that Celestia wouldn’t be too happy with me if I let slip who it was who told me in the first place.”

Sunflower glared at her daughter and snapped her mouth shut, growling gently. Windy leaned towards her. “Wow, quite a daughter you’ve got there.”

“Way too clever for her own good,” Sunflower grumbled.

“So… what is it that you want?” Spike asked, warily.

“Well… I’ve never been on a date with a prince before,” she said with a small smile.

Spike groaned again, biting his lip. His mother was going to kill him

One thing at a time.

“Okay, fine, we can hash out the details later. In the meantime, I have to figure how to catch that thief.”

“You said she was a panty thief, right?” Trixie asked.

“Yes, she is,” the dragon confirmed. “Didn’t seem to have a problem at all with stopping whatever she was doing, even running from us, if it meant she could swipe a pair.

“Hmmm… well then,” Trixie stood up and reached under her skirt, wiggling a little bit. When Spike realized what she was doing he blushed and glanced away while Gabby and Windy started to giggle and her mother grew pale, snapping at her to pull those things back up. She was summarily ignored. “How do you catch a wild animal that’s prone to running? You gotta set out some bait, right?” She held up her underwear, swaying it in front of a purple dragon who was rapidly turning crimson.

“O-okay, well… that makes sense,” Spike said, clearing his throat. “And… I mean, you are pretty much the only mare here who has underwear left.” He rubbed the back of his head. “B-but you didn’t have to take them off just yet!”

Trixie shrugged. “I’m wearing a skirt, it’s not like you can see any-”

A sudden burst of wind blew by, lifting her skirt up before she could react, leaving her bare waist exposed for all to see for a brief moment, revealing a plump, bright blue bottom, and her soft, visible peach. Then, the wind vanished and her skirt fell back down, hiding everything from view again.

“Thing…” she finished. Clearing her throat, the now red-faced mare sat down. “I think I’ll just stay sitting here,” she muttered, one hand clenching her underwear and the other pushing down on the front of her skirt self-consciously.

Spike took a moment to center himself again, trying to push the image of what he’d just seen out of his mind. He’d file that away for later. “All right… so we have bait. But there’s no telling how far she’s gone. How are we supposed to get her attention.”

“Oh, oh!” Gabby raised her hand. “I’ve got a bunch of group chats going on my phone! Dunno if she’d have one, but word spreads around fast, maybe I can get her attention through social media.

“Are you sure no one will mind that you’re essentially asking about underwear?” Windy asked.

“Pfft, it’s the internet!” the griffon said with a shrug. “Talking about lost underwear is probably gonna be the tamest conversation I have this week.”

“Lewd,” Sunflower muttered. “I’m still not crazy about using my daughter’s underwear as bait,” she admitted, drumming her fingers along the picnic table. “But if we need to, we should probably set up an ambush in the gardens. Plenty of hiding places among the more exotic plants, or the larger trees there, we’d be able to hide ourselves and see her coming. In fact, I think I know just the spot.”

“Good, that’s excellent,” Spike said with a small smile, looking at each of them. “Windy, you’re my mom’s physical trainer, right? When you aren’t doing maid work, I mean.”

“Well yeah, I do that for both Celestia and Luna… not that either of them really takes my advice all that seriously,” the scarlet and orange maned mare huffed, leaning on her elbow. “But why’s that important.”

“Well, you’re definitely the most physically fit out of everyone here. If the thief got close enough to you, do you think you could run them down on your own?”

“Probably yeah,” she admitted. “If I had a good chance to get going? And if I could get into the air. Pretty sure I could take her down before she got anywhere.”

“Okay then. You’ll hang up in the air, in one of the trees. The rest of us will hide in a circle around Trixie’s panties in the garden, and we’ll act as an ambush in case she tries to make a break for it. Gabby, you’ll send out a call to your friends, put it out on the open web and see if it attracts her attention. When she goes for the bait, Windy’ll come down on her. If this all works out, we might have finally caught her!”

The maids nodded and all three of them saluted him. Trixie raised a brow. “Okay, can I just say that is probably the weirdest thing I’ve heard described in a long, long time?”

“Sure,” Spike said with a shrug. “But I think I can easily say it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve described,” he admitted, thinking back to the recent session at the role playing club. “Anyway, we all have our assignments. Let’s make this happen and catch this pervert!”

The group positioned themselves in the deep area of the castle gardens. Spike and Gabby were hiding themselves behind an especially ancient weeping willow. Nearby, Windy Whistles had clambered up into the branches of a nearby oak, hiding among its thick, wide leaves, poised in a position that she could easily jump from when the time was right. Down below that tree, positioned off to the side, Sunflower was laying down on her stomach, hidden among a small field of ferns. Trixie, opposite her mother, hid herself behind a massive rock with several species of different mosses growing upon it.

Everyone was in place. In the center of the rough circle they’d formed, out in the middle of a small patch of grass, was Trixie’s pair of panties, just innocuously laying there, waiting for anyone to come by and grab it.

Spike glanced at Gabby, who was glancing at her phone, scrolling and tapping at its screen. “Think she’ll actually go for it?”

“Put the word out. Lots of comments on the picture I took. Plenty of mares asking what size they are, offering to take them if no one else claims them.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Doubt the thief would be stupid enough to actually post there and incriminate herself.

She shrugged. “Well maybe. I mean, she’s-”

Spike held up a finger to silence her. “Shh! Here she comes!” He pushed himself flat against the bark of the tree, carefully glancing around the corner, just enough to see the figure casually skipping her way into the garden areas, humming to herself. She stopped and casually started to stroll straight towards the area where their trap was laid.

She stopped, glancing down at the panties on the ground, setting down the large bag of pilfered delicates she’d been carrying around with her this whole time. “Oh, would you look at that,” she said, both projecting and enunciating her words, “A poor pair of abandoned panties! Whoever would do this. Well, don’t worry, I will pick them up and add them to my collection.” She bent her knees down and reached for the underwear, slowly.

“NOW!” Spike ordered, twisting around one side of the tree trunk while Gabby dashed out from the other side.Both of them lunged for the thief, who snatched up the underwear and then leaned back, like she was going under a limbo pole.

Both Spike and Gabby went soaring over her, and she straightened up as they both flopped to the ground, sliding another foot or so on their stomachs, Spike in particular landing hard enough to knock the wind out of his chest.

Trixie clambered up to the top of the rock and leaped off of it, attempting to tackle her, but she merely inched out of the way, leaving Trixie to slam into the ground with an audible thump. “Ooof, that looked like it hurt,” she said. “You okay?” she asked, smirking as the force of the landing had made Trixie’s skirt flip up, revealing her bare backside. “Yeah, you’re okay,” she giggled with a grin.

Sunflower leaped out from under the fern leaves, with an impressively loud war-cry, and dove for her, but yet again, Panty Raid merely dodged out of the way, leaving the maid skidding across the grass. She laughed a bit and twirled Trixie’s panties with her finger as she looked at them. “Boy, that was a pretty good attempt, guys,” she complimented. “But could you have set a more obvious trap? I mean, panties? Lying on the ground? Just asking for someone to grab em? And posting them in a group chat? Pfft!” she shook her head, but then frowned, glancing to each of her would-be captors. “Wait… someone’s missing here. Wasn’t there another-”

“FEEL MY JUSTICE!” Windy announced as she swooped down towards Panty’s back. The thief twisted around just in time to meet her shoulder charge head on, the mare slamming into her hard enough to not only knock all the air from her lungs, but send her flying backwards. She landed on her comically large burglar sack of underwear, knocking into it so hard that its contents sprayed from its top, flying into the air in a lacy, multi-colored fireworks display before all of them tumbled down to the ground harmlessly, Panty lying prone among them.

Spike grunted and slowly got to his feet, grinning, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes!” he announced triumphantly. “We got her! Nice save, Windy, I was worried there for a second.”

Windy smirked and dusted her palms gently. “Just had to make sure I struck when she least suspected it. Are you all okay?” she asked, helping Gabby to stand.

“Nothing hurt by my pride,” Trixie announced as she pulled herself up to her feet, tugging her skirt back into place quickly.

“You sure?” Sunflower asked, grunting as she brushed off the front of her uniform. “You did take a fall from a pretty high place,” she indicated the top of the rock.

“Mother please, I’m a performer, I know how to take a fall or two,” the mare stated, wincing as she rubbed at her hip. “Ow…”

Spike sighed. “Well, the important thing is that no one was seriously hurt and we caught her,” he said, pointing to the still dizzy thief. “Now come on, help me restrain her and get this place cleaned up before-”

“So, this is where you’ve been,” a voice said from behind them.

Spike winced, recognizing the voice as he turned around. His mother stood there, hands on her hips, a frown on her face. Next to her, Luna was crossing her arms, a rather bemused look crossing her features, while opposite her, Dusty was trying her best to keep from laughing. “M-mom, uh, hi! What are you doing out here?”

“We were missing a student,” she said, pointing over at Trixie. “And so we had to postpone the class and come out here looking for her.” She brushed a hand through her hair. “And when we did, we discovered that quite a lot had been going on today. Underwear everywhere on the castle grounds, distressed maids upset that someone had come running through their showers, chefs complaining about ruined concentration and everyone barreling through their workspace, and now this.” She motioned to the chaotic scene around her. Just what on earth happened?”

Spike was about to start offering up a tentative explanation, but before he could, Luna walked forward, glaring down at the thief. “I think I know where it started, at the very least.” She nudged the thief with her toe. “All right, Panty Raid, enough. I know you’re not hurt, now get up.”

“Aww, Lulu, you always spoil my fun,” she whined, kicking her legs up and landing on her feet.

“Wait, you know her, Aunt Luna?” Spike asked.

“Unfortunately,” she said with a soft smile. “Like Dusty is to Celestia, this brat is my personal maid.”

Panty Raid grinned and gave a light wave to him. “Yo.”

Spike’s jaw dropped. “What?! B-but I… I’ve never seen her before!”

“Eh, I don’t really put myself out there quite as much as the other maids do,” she said with a shrug.

“She works night shift with me, so you're usually asleep when I interact with her. That and I generally don’t let her run amuck on her own,” Luna stated. “As you can see, we’re still dealing with her little… kleptomania issues.”

“Hey, I’ve gotten better! I went a whole…” she ticked off some figures on her fingers as she did some mental calculations, “three days without going through a single underwear drawer!”

“Mhm,” Luna rolled her eyes again.

Slowly, Spike glanced over at the other gathered maids. “Did… did you three know about this?”

Gabby blushed and rubbed the back of her head. “Well, yeah. It’s not the first time she’s gone on this sort of grand panty larceny streak, though I don’t think she’s ever managed to get away with something quite this big before.”

“And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling maids,” Panty declared with a huff.

“Well why didn’t you tell me?” Spike asked, a flush coming to his face as he realized how silly he must have looked with how determined he was to catch her.

Sunflower gave a soft shrug. “We thought you knew,” she said gently. “We thought you were just playing along with the game.”

“Game?”

Windy sighed and shrugged, her wings folding behind her. “Well, that’s what some call it. Others, like me, call it a big pain in the a-” she cleared her throat as she saw Celestia glaring at her. “Er, flank. Every now and then, she runs around, grabs some underwear, and we gotta chase her, though it’s usually Luna who ends up having to catch her. Kind of hard to hide from your alicorn boss after all.”

Spike blanched as he looked at them and then turned back to his mother, who was shaking her head firmly.

“The maids normally know to keep this rather discreet,” she stated. “And not run around making scenes all over the palace over it. Very embarrassing scenes, I might add.” She walked past her blushing son towards Trixie, who gulped and folded her hands behind her back. “And as for you, Ms. Lulamoon… care to explain why you are here and not in class?”

“W-well,” she stuttered, “Your son asked me for help and I didn’t really think much of it, so I-”

“Wait,” Celestia said, holding up a hand. Her eyes narrowed. “My son?”

Spike’s purple scales started to fade as he felt the color draining from his face. Trixie seemed to realize the misstep she’d made and mechanically nodded her head, unable to do much else. Sunflower rushed forward, standing next to her daughter. “I-it’s my fault!” she said quickly. “We’d been chasing Panty for a while, and I was getting tired, and we were all agitated and Spike ran into Trixie and I… accidentally… let it slip that he was the prince.” Her voice faded as she talked and she looked down at the ground.

“I see.” Celestia’s wings folded and unfolded a few times behind her as she took a few deep breaths.

Panty sucked in a light breath. “Oooh… I sense some drama coming along. Maybe it’d be a good idea to just… head… off…” she started to tiptoe away, but before she had even managed to take five steps, a burst of shadow magic enveloped her, and with a strange sounding pop, all of her clothes disappeared along with the shadow magic. She yelped in surprise and covered herself quickly as Luna reached down and grabbed her tail, pulling her back towards her.

“The only place you are going,” she announced firmly, “Is over my knee.” She pulled Panty close and bent down onto one knee, pushing the squirming thief over her large leg, grabbing both her wrists and tail in one hand. “Panty, you are really in for it this time! Look at this mess! Look what your games have done! I am so, so tired of cleaning up after you!”

“Um… would it help if I said I was sorry?” she tried, with a nervous smile.

WHAP!

Luna’s hand came down with a powerful smack, hard enough to make the mare’s bouncy cheeks completely pancake for a moment. It was safe to say that was an emphatic ‘no’. Luna didn’t give her a chance to recover either. Ignoring the bucking, kicking, squirming, and squealing, she rose and lowered her hand in quick, powerful strikes, moving from her elbow rather than her shoulder, allowing her to deliver fast strikes in rapid succession, all over her bare bottom, her large hand able to cover a good portion of her generous behind with every smack.

“OW! AWW! YEEP! Hnngh! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, come on!”

“You’re going to be much more sorry when I’m finished,” Luna announced. “I understand you can’t help it at times, but I have asked you to keep it private and subtle. I’ve even told you that taking from my drawer is perfectly fine so long as I get it back eventually!”

“Hnngh! B-but that eliminates part of the fun! OW!”

Luna sighed and started to windmill her hand upwards, clapping her bottom firmly from below, enough to make her cheeks bounce upwards. “Tell me, are you having fun now? Was it worth it?” she asked.

“Uwaah!” Panty Raid flushed and pulled at her arms, attempting to free them, kicking her legs so hard that Luna had to lean back slightly to avoid taking a foot to the boob a few times. “OW! OW! If I say yes and answer honestly, will you give me a break?!” she howled.

“Not at all,” Luna answered, and started to slap her sit spots with careful, concentrated strikes slapping against each spot over and over again, right in the same spot. “I promised you a nice, long lesson, and you’re not going to be sitting comfortably for a long while.” She smirked as she slapped each bouncy, wobbling cheek. “I dare say, by the time I’m done, you probably won’t be able to wear panties for a while.”

“AWW! Noo! Have mercy, my lady!” she begged, flailing her legs even harder, sending her shoes flying, so fast that Sunflower had to duck to avoid taking a heel to her face.

Celestia sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Well, Luna’s probably going to be at this a while,” she admitted. “Sister, don’t forget we have a magic class to get to.”

“Don’t worry,” Luna said over Panty’s begging. “I. Promise. I’ll. Be. There. With. Time. To. Spare.”

She punctuated every word with an especially loud clap, right in the center of each cheek.

WHAP! SLAP! SPANK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“EEEK! EEP!”

Celestia nodded. “Spike… Trixie, if you two would come with me?” she asked, pointing back towards the palace.

Spike tensed. “Mom, Trixie being late for class was my fault, she doesn’t deserve to be-”

“Don’t worry, she’s not being punished. However, she should be in class, and since Luna and I will be indisposed for a moment, I just want her nearby. I don’t need her wandering off.” She sighed again. “Dusty, I really hate to ask you, but-”

“Say no more,” Dusty said, holding up her hand. “I’ll help get this all cleaned up. We’ll figure out a way to get the underwear back to its proper owners.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Windy, Sunflower, Gabby, would you mind helping?”

They nodded. “Not a problem, ma’am!” Gabby said happily.

“Good, thank you.” Celestia motioned to Spike and Trixie. “Come on you two, let’s go.” She turned and started to walk away, Spike hesitantly following after her and Trixie shuffling along behind him.

“Oh, Celestia!” Windy called, as she was walking away, “Don’t forget, tomorrow's your aerobics class! I expect to see you there!”

Celestia stopped and tensed up gently. “Er… o-of course!” she called. “I’ll be there!”

“Hopefully you won’t have cramps again this week!”

“Ahaha, I’m sure I won’t! See you then, Windy!” she called, stiffly resuming her walk back to the palace.

Despite his nervousness, Spike couldn’t help but snicker a bit at his mother’s absolute hatred for all things having to do with working out.

The den…

Spike couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in this room. Or rather, the last time he’d been in the room for a talk with his mother. She was sitting in a chair in front of him, and had been silent for upwards of a full minute. Spike just stood there, in front of her, awkwardly. Hesitantly, he finally started to speak. “Mom, I uh… I know this whole situation has been a little bit chaotic-”

“It has,” she said with a nod, interrupting him. She rubbed her forehead. At the very least, she looked like she’d woken up a bit more since this morning, but her eyes still held a slight glaze from a lack of sleep, and Spike could tell from the frown on her face that what she really wanted right now was a big cup of tea and to just lie down in bed.

But she still had work to do, she would say.

“So, let me just see if I understand this correctly,” she said gently. “You walked in on Panty stealing Luna’s underwear. You gave chase, ended up dragging three maids into it, when they had their own tasks to see to, and disrupted or distressed several castle staff during the chase, before running into Trixie, who you dragged away from her class, so you could use her underwear as bait to catch Panty.” She leaned back. “And through all of this, you never thought to contact Luna or I about this?”

“Mom, I didn’t know who she was,” Spike said. “I legitimately thought she was an intruder! And besides, you didn’t need anything else on your mind, you’re overworked enough as it is.”

“Spike,” she said, her voice still soft, but carrying a firm edge to it as she looked at him seriously, “I am not only an educator, but also a ruler. I am used to putting myself to the side and dealing with crises that crop up around me. Not to mention, with as much as Luna’s dealt with her in the past, I would not be surprised if she knew an easy way to catch her and bring an end to her shenanigans before they really began.”

Spike blushed and rubbed the back of his head. “I just… really didn’t want to bother you,” he admitted gently. “Thought I could handle it on my own, give you a break.”

“That is… very sweet of you, dear,” she admitted, her face softening. “And I appreciate the sentiment. But it doesn’t change the fact that you might have done more harm than good in the long run. Speaking of which…” she sighed and crossed her arms. “About letting your identity slip.”

“It was… bound to happen sooner or later…” he muttered.

“Yes, and it isn’t like you’d go your whole life living in the shadows. But I’d hoped we’d be able to avoid anyone finding out about you being my child until after you’d at least graduated, so you wouldn’t have to worry about special treatment from anyone, including your peers.”

“W-well Trixie has agreed to keep it a secret!” Spike said quickly.

“Has she?”

“Yeah!” When she cocked an eyebrow at him, he cleared his throat. “Er… provided I go out with her first…” he muttered.

“Mhm, I see,” she said gently. “Well, so long as she doesn’t go about blathering about it, there’s not much I can do. I will have to have a word with Sunflower about her own behavior in all of this. As for you though, I’m disappointed,” she admitted. “The chaos, the leaked secret, all of it could have been avoided, son.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I suppose you know what has to happen now.”

The dragon squirmed and cleared his throat, but nodded. “I-I do.”

It had been a really long time since he’d had to take a punishment, for anything. Still, he remembered exactly what to do. His mother drew her chair forward a little so that it sat closer to the center of the room. Spike walked to her side and undid his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Then, he carefully slid over his mother’s wide lap, blushing. No matter how many times he found himself in this situation, rare as it was, it was still embarrassing. She adjusted him a little bit so that his hips were sitting square in the center of her lap and his legs were up off the ground. Gods, she was good at making him feel tiny… He squirmed a little bit as she wrapped one hand around his waist, pulling him towards her stomach and holding him in place. He gulped a little bit as she pulled his tail out of the way, but rather than pinning it to the side, she merely let it fall to the side of his body. Then he felt her gripping the back of his boxers and tensed as she tugged them down, to just below his cheeks. He felt incredibly vulnerable now, and gave another squirm.

Her hand rested against one of his cheeks as she lined up her shot. “You know I don’t enjoy this, Spike,” she said softly.

“I don’t really enjoy it either,” he muttered.

She nodded. “All right then. Let’s get it out of the way and all will be forgiven.”

“I understand.” He gulped and took a deep breath, gripping one of her legs, tensing.

Celestia nodded again and raised her hand up nice and high. And then she let it fall.

CLAP!

Spike winced and let out a soft hiss as his scaly backside was struck and he groaned loudly from the impact. His mother certainly hadn’t lost practice when it came to this. It didn’t take long for more to start following.

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! CLAP! WHAP!

As opposed to Luna, who delivered swift and hard smacks before, Celestia was being slow and methodical. She put her entire arm into every swat, raising her hand up high and then dropping it, slapping at the center of each cheek, her strikes falling in relatively the same areas. She didn’t let her strokes travel much, instead striking the same spots over and over again. Spike hissed and grit his teeth, wincing with each strike as she built upon every blow that came before it. He tried his best to flex out the pain, but it was growing too fast for him to work through. He started to groan, kicking his legs gently and curling his clawed toes in pain as she smacked and swatted and slapped at his bottom.

Spike, as a dragon, was fortunate enough to have very thick skin. His scales provided an added layer of protection against most forms of pain. He was damn near completely fireproof, and could withstand most forms of pressure with minimal damage.

So why did his backside have to be so damn soft?

Or maybe his mom was just that strong? He wasn’t sure, it was difficult to think about it while she was smacking his backside.

He was starting to squirm harder, and his grip on her leg tightened as her hands started to move southward, covering the parts of his backside that she wasn’t able to get before. He whimpered. “M-mom, I’m sorry!” he hissed.

“I know dear. But you’ve earned this.” Her mouth twitched into a light, soft smile. “I would expect you to be used to this, with how much you’ve seen over the years.”

“Nnngh, w-well, seeing and giving are kind of different from receiving!” he whined, kicking a bit more, his tail starting to twitch.

“Be careful of your claws, dear,” she said gently. “They might rip a hole in my pants.

“S-sorry mom,” he groaned, whimpering harder.

SLAP! SMACK! SPANK! SPANK! SMACK!

“Don’t worry, we’re almost done,” she promised, sighing a little bit as she looked over his reddened bottom.

“C-can’t we be done now?” he panted. “I-it stings!”

“It’s supposed to dear, you know how spankings work.” She took his tail and lifted it, making him arch his back up a bit before raising her hand and really laying into him, the slaps much harder now.

WHAP! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“AH! OWWW! OOOH! EEEESH!” Spike whimpered, beginning to sob as his resolve broke down and his bottom throbbed even harder. “I-I’m SORREEE!” he howled.

“Good. I hope that we don’t have to repeat this lesson again any time soon.”

“Y-you won’t! You won’t, I promise! ACK! OWW! UNGH! AWW!” Spike sobbed and finally threw both of his hands behind himself, blocking his buttocks. “Mom, PLEASE! It won’t happen again!”

She frowned deeply. “Spike, you know that blocking means that you get extra, right?”

He whimpered a bit, writhing, giving another few soft kicks. “I-I know,” he said hesitantly. “But… but I really am sorry, and it hurts so much…”

She sighed. “It… has been a while since I’ve given you a proper spanking.”

“I know…”

“So… I’ll overlook it. Just this once.”

Spike’s body immediately relaxed, relief washing over him. “Thank you mom…” he said weakly, pulling his hands away from his bottom and wiping his wet eyes.

“No problem, honey,” she said gently, reaching to a small tube of cream sitting on the edge of the desk. She always kept a small tube of the stuff on hand in case she had to comfort a spanked bottom. Not necessarily Spike’s, of course, but she liked to be prepared either way. She popped the cap open and carefully applied a small dollop of the cool, relieving cream to each of his sore, scaly cheeks, before slowly starting to rub it in.

Spike sighed and uttered several raspy, tired thanks as he started to relax a bit. “Mmmph… I still don’t think you shouldn’t work as hard, mom…”

Celestia sighed again. “I know I shouldn’t. But I have to, dear. I appreciate the concern, I really do. But I’ll be fine. I promise.”

“You sure?” he asked, slowly looking over his shoulder at her.

“I am,” she said with a small smile. After another moment of rubbing, she carefully took his underwear and yanked it up over his bottom, helping him to stand. He groaned and gave himself a few rubs before reaching down and tugging up his pants, refastening them, a deep blush on his face. “Oh don’t be so embarrassed,” she said with a small smile. “I’m your mother, I used to change your diapers, you don’t have to be embarrassed about this.”

“Somehow, that makes it even more embarrassing,” Spike muttered. “Full grown young adult dragon getting spanked to tears by his alicorn mother? Yeah, still embarrassing regardless of how I spin it.”

Celestia huffed. “Well, it was in private at least.”

“With a classmate standing right outside.”

“I doubt she heard a thing, these doors are really thick,” Celestia said, standing up. “Speaking of, I guess I have to deal with Trixie now.”

“Mom, what are you gonna do to her?” he asked with a frown. “You aren’t gonna… erase her memory or anything, are you?”

“Of course not hon, you know what memory alteration magic is like. Very dangerous, incredibly unethical. Don’t worry, I just want to speak with her.” She opened the doors wide and looked out into the hall. “Ms. Lulamoon, if you would come in here for a moment?” she asked.

“S-sure,” Trixie said, shuffling in, her face ripe with blush. Spike blushed as well, sure that she must have heard at least part of his punishment, if that was the sort of look she had on her face at the moment.

Once she was inside, she stood next to Spike, shifting softly from foot to foot, clearly nervous. He set a comforting hand on her shoulder, which seemed to set her at east, at least enough for her to stop shifting.

Celestia crossed her arms as she looked at her. “Trixie, after a bit of deliberation, and because Spike has asked me to overlook it as he has taken the blame for it, you won’t be penalized for not showing up to class on time. But we are going to be starting class late because of it.”

The unicorn let out a relieved breath, nodding. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“However, Spike tells me that you tried to blackmail him?”

She gulped. “I-I wasn’t, not really,” she mumbled. “I just uh… okay, I know I threatened to tell other ponies, and I’d be quiet if he dated me but I… I wouldn’t do that to someone. Not really, ma’am,” she said, eyes wide. “I-it isn’t my place to reveal that sort of info.”

“And yet you couldn’t just ask my son out on a date?” she asked with a raised brow.

“I don’t… do well at that sort of thing,” she admitted after a moment.

“Mhm… well, nothing to do about it then.” Celestia shrugged. “Spike, you’re going on a date with her.”

“Eh?” they both blinked.

Celestia smiled. “Consider it a reward for her being honest… and for helping you apprehend Panty.” She smirked. “If that doesn’t work, consider it part of your punishment for all the chaos you caused.”

Spike blushed and rubbed the back of his head. “Rather not think of it that way,” he mumbled.

“Oh! Th-thank you ma’am,” she said. “I… that actually makes me feel a lot better, knowing you approve…”

“I can’t promise anything will come of it, of course, I’m not going to push my son into a relationship, but I don’t see any reason why you two having an outing together is a bad idea.” She smiled and leaned forward, placing a hand on Trixie’s shoulder. “However, Ms. Lulamoon… if you ever let this detail slip without the consent of myself or my son, OR you ever try to blackmail him again, there will be nowhere that you can run, nowhere that you can hide, nothing that you could say or do that would save you from my unyielding, immediate, fiery wrath. Is that clear?” she asked, her eyes flashing with what looked like actual fire.

Trixie squeaked, her blue fur turning pale for a brief moment. “C-crystal ma’am…”

Spike actually gulped a little bit. His mom was usually gentle and understanding to every one, and even when she got annoyed or mad, she was really good at keeping herself even and inviting. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her so intense… well okay, maybe once when she found out he was being bullied when he was much, much younger… yeah, that was probably it. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, mom,” he said gently.

Celestia straightened up and nodded. “Wonderful! Well, you two will have to work out the details of that a little later on. We really should get going, Trixie. Luna’s probably back, waiting for us in the gymnasium. We need to get these lessons started or I’m going to get in a bit of trouble myself if I have to push my schedule back too far.”

“Alright then.” Trixie cleared her throat. “Think we could talk after my lessons, Spike?”

“Sure… erm, meet you outside on the grounds?”

“Sure, that sounds great.” She smiled. “Sorry you got… er, punished.”

“It’s fine.” He blushed. “I did kind of deserve it after all. Anyway, you get going.”

She nodded and headed out the door, Celestia starting to follow before glancing back at him. “What’ll you do in the meantime, hon?”

“Probably go back to my room… rest a bit, lick my wounds,” he shrugged.

She giggled a bit. “Sounds fine. I’ll see you later, dear.”

“See you later mom. Love you.”

She nodded and smiled as she headed out in pursuit of her student. “Love you too, Spike!” she waved as she disappeared down the hall.

After she left, Spike groaned and gave his bottom a firm squeeze, writhing in place. “Nnngh! Still hurts so much!” he hissed. “Mom might not work out, but I think all that tennis is really improving her fore-swing!”

Still clutching at his backside, Spike shuffled his way back through the halls of the castle, intent on turning on his fan, pointing it at his rear, and just laying there for an hour in the hopes it would calm down before dinner so he wouldn’t have to squirm while he was trying to eat.

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