Discipline & Pleasure

With slow steps, she pulled herself back from the brink.

Once her breathing had steadied, she looked up to see the unicorn standing by the side of the bed, a frown of concern styling her face.

“Rarity, I - I can’t continue tonight. I didn’t do the reading as carefully as I should have.” The tang of salt bit her tongue as she spoke.

“I understand,” her white counterpart consoled, “We certainly wouldn’t want that cute little behind of yours getting worn out, and Celestia knows at this rate you’d be more bruises than pony. However, I do hesitate to let you up without at least an apology.”

Despite the compromising position she was in, Tiara began to blush at the compliment. The unicorn’s horn glowed with a light purple essence, and she felt the bonds on her legs loosen and unravel. Her limbs free, she began to get up before the pain shooting from her croup made her crouch down again with a whimper.

Tiara gritted her teeth and swallowed the last remaining bits of pride she had for the evening.

“I’m...sorry, Rarity,” she murmured, the sentence ending as little more than a grunt.

“I appreciate that,” Rarity moved around the bed to the nightstand, “That can’t have been easy. I expect you’ll want something for your derrière as well.”

Diamond Tiara felt the weight of the unicorn as she seated herself on the bed, below her rear. A hoof rested on her back, above her tail. “I will need you to raise your flank for me, dear,” instructed the dressmaker, “this will only hurt for a minute, but it will be worth your while.”

She lifted her haunches, gasping as pain shot through her once again. Her tail was lifted over her back, and she whined as the unicorn’s soft hooves met inflamed flesh. The earth pony gasped as a wet, cooling sensation smothered the burning.

Hooves ghosted over her rear, spreading a thin layer of the substance over the trails left by the crop and lingering over her cutiemarks. The burning faded to a dull ache, and she sighed as the dressmaker began to rub her flank.

“If nothing else, young lady, I do hope you’ve learned something about manners,” the unicorn tutted behind her.

“I cannot for the life of me understand how you get along with such a bad attitude. Beauty is not a cheap gown to be worn and cast off when inconvenient. It is something we wear inside, demonstrated through our actions.”

She absorbed Rarity’s lecture in silence, eyes closed as she concentrated on the skillful hooves kneading her rear.

“I know it must be difficult for you to understand, especially at your age. Goodness knows I wasn’t always the picture of perfection. But if you are under my tutelage, I expect better from you.”

The hooves were working their way inwards, massaging her cheeks. A warming returned to her rear, one emanating from the wetness between her haunches and extending to meet the unicorn’s firm grip.

“Did you mean what you said about my behind?” Tiara asked with a tired glance behind her, “That it was cute?”

Rarity shook her head and stifled what sounded like a giggle before she affixed the proper degree of seriousness to her face. “I don’t appreciate being interrupted while I’m teaching you a valuable life lesson, Ms. Tiara,” a smirk played upon her face, “And yes, I think your flank is very cute. Despite the deplorable state of your manners, your physical charms are quite becoming.”

She watched as Rarity leaned closer, planting her lips briefly on her cutiemark, lingering for a moment.

“How are you feeling? All better?”

Before she could respond, the unicorn was running her tongue over the crown on her rear, sending another bolt of pleasure to her crotch. Teeth nibbled her rear as Rarity worked her way over the scored plane of her flank, towards her aching slit.

“No - I - I still feel some burning,” stuttered the filly, teeth clenching as the massage resumed on her, now closer to her fountain of desires, “it’s more towards the back.”

The tongue moved backwards, gliding over her butt, moving up towards the base of her tail before going down again, hovering on the rear of her flank.

“Here?” quizzed the unicorn in a low, sultry voice.

“N-no, close, it’s more towards the center,” she pleaded.

A hoof brushed over her leaking slit, and the young mare gave a small sigh, tensing her leg muscles. Rarity’s hoof returned, spreading her juices over her small teats and around her rear as she cooed.

“Oh, upon second glance I do think I’ve discovered the source of your discomfort! Be a dear and let me know if I get it right this time.”

Diamond Tiara cried out as the unicorn’s tongue found her slit, brushing along her outer lips in a long, slow lick that left her breathless.

“Y-yeah, that’s it,” she clenched her teeth again as Rarity lapped at her mound.

She writhed on the bed as Rarity’s tongue plunged into her, burying her face in sheets soaked in her sweat. Tiara pushed her hips back against the mare’s muzzle with a whine, willing her to go deeper. However, Rarity’s forelegs held her in place, leaving her lower body stationary as she was wracked with pleasure.

Pressure had been building inside of her since the beginning of the evening and she could feel that release was close. The tongue massaged deep within her, leaving her backside coated in a combination of salve, saliva, and her own lubrication. She pushed against the restraining hooves. Her back arched in an attempt to drive the fleshy intruder still deeper.

Tiara cried out again as the tongue withdrew - the feeling of Rarity pulling out was almost orgasmic. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

She turned to see Rarity standing behind the bed, muzzle glistening with her juices. Stray hairs of deep violent fell across the mare’s face from her ruffled mane, shadowing crystal blue eyes that burned with lust and authority. The scent of lilac and musk pervaded the room. A rhythm had began deep in her heart, echoing some half-remembered tune she would always associate with the unicorn. In that moment, Diamond Tiara beheld not the dressmaker, but her partner.

Moving over the bed, she came muzzle to muzzle with the older mare. She could feel the other pony’s labored breathing upon her face. Tiara pressed her mouth to the unicorn’s, kissing her hard on the lips. The unicorn kissed her back, biting her lower lip, causing her to give a yelp in the back of her throat.

Rarity moved onto the bed with a grace that belied her heated appearance, coming to a rest on the pillows at its head. Her hind legs spread in front of her, underwear stretched between them, opaque enough to shroud the jewel beneath, yet tight and soaked with her juices.

Not a word was spoken between them then. Rarity had given her young charge the universal Equestrian signal for ‘fuck me’. The girl hungered, not only for release, but to please this mare before her.

The magenta filly closed the distance between them in a few quick steps. Taking the waistband of the panties in her mouth, she pulled them off between her teeth. Ducking her head between the jeweled haunches, she ran her tongue over the older mare’s slit, already dripping with excitement.

She moved upwards, circling over the unicorn’s pearl. Rarity was panting and moaning, one hoof running through Tiara’s mane as she slipped her tongue into the unicorn. The hoof on her head was gentle but firm as it urged her deeper.

At her rear, she felt her tail being lifted up and peered behind to see Rarity’s magical aura upon her. Levitating beside her tail was the crop. She looked up at the unicorn with curiosity.

“Don’t worry, we’re quite done with those games for now,” Rarity assured between ragged breaths, “This is for your patience.”

She saw the crop vibrate as it began to buzz. It floated beneath her, and she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as the leather made contact with her underbelly. The crop’s leather handle skirted her teats, running along the sides in a lazy, agonizing figure 8 before moving towards her soaking slit.

As the second jolt hit her, she thrust her muzzle towards the unicorn’s slick nether-region, burying her tongue deep in the silky pink folds. The crop massaging her labia drove her wild, and as she rubbed her hoof over the unicorn’s clit she heard a cry from the mare above her. The end of the crop pressed against Diamond Tiara’s button, and she gave a small moan as an orgasm rocketed through her body.

The mares lay next to each other among the dwindling lights of the candles, each considering the ceiling. To Diamond Tiara, there was something imminent about the shadows which blanketed them. The orgasm had been more powerful than any she had experienced before, and it had left her feeling weightless. She closed her eyes and dissipated into the darkness surrounding her.

“I really did try to do the reading,” her voice sounded distant in her ears, disconnected from the rest of her.

She felt the other mare shift her weight. “I know, darling, I was impressed you could remember any of it. That book is dreadfully boring.”

“Why did you have me read it, then?” Too tired to be angry, the question lacked force.

“Why, I wanted to see if you would. It not that it’s useless, the author was simply, well--.”

“Dull?” finished the filly.

“Passionate. Her heart was elsewhere. She was born for the stage of the world - ballrooms and high society functions. When she set down to write the book, she brought a similar attention to detail.”

“How do you know so much about her?” She felt Rarity’s hoof running through her mane. The gesture felt intimate, almost familiar.

The unicorn was silent for a minute, collecting her thoughts. “When I was about your age, my parents sent me to a boarding school - one for fillies who wished to learn the art of grace.

“I expected to mingle among the elite, to meet other ponies who yearned for refinement. Instead, well - I found a finishing school for Equestria’s young, wealthy, and clueless. So instead of mingling, I ended up spending more than a little time in the school’s modest library.”

The hoof stopped. “That was that - I discovered the book, and read it from cover to cover before I ended up leaving.”

“My father threatened to send me to boarding school once. He wasn’t serious, of course. That would be ridiculous.”

Rarity shifted her weight again, and the mattress leveled as the unicorn stepped off. “You mustn’t underestimate your father. Even the most indulgent of parents can go to extremes when their child is involved.

“Passion, love - they can make us do very silly things.”

With an hour of lesson time to spare, they strolled through Ponyville’s darkened streets, taking their time. As they walked, quiet conversation drifted into the heavy summer air.

They reviewed that night’s activities (perhaps the crop wasn’t the best thing to start with), the lesson plan (the reading would be optional, but their sessions would have to include a lecture at the beginning before they indulged in other things), and the fate of the marks on her rear (the salve Rarity re-applied in a more chaste manner before they had left would have them almost gone by the morning).

Diamond Tiara found herself opening up despite herself. With Silvy, she tried to maintain a certain distance between them, fearing to add weight to the tiresome chains forged in their relationship. But with the unicorn, things felt different. Even the conversation about sex - something she had never discussed with her friend - was frank, honest - even funny, with the filly giggling as Rarity recounted her shock at negotiating the use of the crop with her young student. She felt a twinge of disappointment when they arrived at her doorstep.

Conversation between them ceased as they watched each other in the light from the small window in the door which bathed them both in its yellow glow. After a few moments, the unicorn broke the silence, “Well, I do hope you learned at least a few things, though we did get a bit distracted.”

A blush rose in her cheeks. Why was she acting like this? She felt more uncertain of herself than she ever had been around another pony. She coughed, and began to frown, “Yeah, well, it was fine.”

The unicorn raised one eyebrow, but before she had a chance to respond the door opened to reveal Filthy Rich.

“I thought I heard something out here!” Her father stepped through onto the porch, still dressed in his suit from work. “Rarity, I appreciate you walking my daughter home, though I have to say, I wasn’t expecting you back quite so early.”

Rarity was all smiles and courtesy. “Mr. Rich, it was a pleasure. I realize we’re a bit off schedule, but your daughter was - beat - as it were. Altogether too tired for a full three hours of teaching today.”

Her father nodded, his attention shifting to his daughter. “And another dress! Diamond, have you paid the young lady for that yet?”

The unicorn had given her something ‘simple’ to wear to cover the bruising on her rear for that night - although simple by her standards was somewhere in the realm of fine evening wear for most. The scattered sequins on the black gown sparkled in the light from the house.

Before she could respond, Rarity spoke again. “No need, thank you, I do appreciate the offer but this is my gift to her. No charge.”

“Really, how much can I offer you?” the stallion protested, “I’m a great believer in hard work, and obviously you spent a lot of time on this--”.

“It’s fine, Dad, it’s a gift. I’m tired. Can we please just go inside?”

“Of course, honey,” he turned to her, the dressmaker already forgotten, “Your friend Silver Spoon came by the house earlier, she wanted you to call her to set a time for your sleepover tomorrow.”

Diamond Tiara felt flushed. Thoughts and emotions cascaded through her. Silver Spoon. The name was a spark in the tinder of problems surrounding her heart, things she had set aside for tonight. She hadn’t told Rarity about her extra-curricular activities with the gray pony. Not yet, at least. Not that the unicorn should have reason to suspect anything. And besides, that was never part of their agreement. And for all she knew, the sleepover was just that, a chance for young mares to tell ghost stories and style each others' manes.

The thought of being seen as foalish in front of the older mare increased the heat radiating from her cheeks. Now? Not when you were tied up on her bed, crying? Not when she was spanking you? Since the appearance of her father, she had been struggling to reconcile the girl that had walked out of of the dress shop with the filly she would have to be tomorrow, the filly she would be once she passed the threshold of the doorway into the house.

Silver Spoon. Her eyes were tearing up. She wanted to cancel the sleepover. To cancel her lessons. She wanted to go to her room and barricade herself in, subsisting on a diet of rainwater and cloth from her dresses until the school year began.

She felt constrained in the dress now, she needed to get it off. Her father, the sleepover, her friend, it was too much for her.

She looked at Rarity. The mare was watching her, face unreadable.

“Thank you. For the dress.”

The earth pony followed her father inside, leaving Rarity at the doorstep, alone in the dark.