The final bell rang through the halls of Canterlot Academy. That was the day when students would be racing out the door, save for the few who had clubs or after-school activities. As for the faculty and staff, they'd be spending either a few brisk hours getting things in order for their upcoming Monday, if not supervising the previously mentioned students who chose to stay behind. And it was a Friday, so there was that little bit of extra pep to get teachers and staff through the afternoon before their upcoming weekend.
But not for Midday Sun.
No, Mr. Sun felt as though he had drawn a very short straw. Instead of finishing up the last of his lesson plans, the teacher would get up from his seat and make his way to Room 101. It was an empty room, not used by any teachers during regular lessons. No, it was used by teachers to hold students for after school detention and Mr. Sun hated it when students had detention. It was just two hours, but two hours supervising students felt more like a punishment for him then anything else.
Nonetheless, Midday Sun started to fix up his cream and orange-colored hair down his neck and straightened the yellow tie on his white dress shirt. The rich-skinned teacher tried to look on the bright side: dealing with some brats for two hours was at least a good excuse to grade the last of the Book Reports that was turned in to him today. Then he could try to unload from the weekly built-up stress. Especially with this upcoming three-day weekend!
He hadn't noticed he had already turned the corner when he felt himself bump into something soft.
"O-oh, I'm terribly sorry." Midday assured as he looked up to see it was Principal Celestia; the woman was 6'0, two full inches taller than Midday, and what he had bumped into was no doubt her pair of g-sized cups. She was like a goddess in contemporary form, with her tanned skin glistening in the artificial light, with hair of blues, greens, and pinks flowing behind her.
"No, no, it was my fault." Celestia said as she looked over him. "Ah, Mr. Sun. I was hoping to run into you."
"O-oh?" Midday blinked as he looked at the box Celestia had tucked under one arm.
"Yes, you are the one dealing with today's detention, correct?"
"That's correct."
"Then, you're aware who's gonna be there. Is that also correct?"
Midday cringed, "that's...also correct." Midday wasn't looking forward to having to keep them in line.
"Ah, yes, very good." Celestia handed Midday the box under her arm. "Then you'll be needing this." Midday raised an eyebrow as he took the box. "I just got off of a Zoom Call with the School Board and had a very interesting discussion about detention protocol."
"What...what exactly does that mean?" Midday asked as he started to peer into the box. Once he did, Celestia could see his blue-eyes grow wide like dinner plates.
"I'm sure you understand." Celestia smiled, "and you have full permission to do what you deem is necessary under this new protocol. Do you understand, Mr. Sun?"
He looked back up to the Principal with a smirk. "I understand."
Room 101.
With a box in one hand, Midday Sun opened the door and walked into the small, usually unused classroom. He was first met with the popping of bubblegum and turned to both students, who stopped the conversation he could just barely make out and could see them both sitting on instead of at their desks.
Rarity Belle began preparing for another bubble. The senior had an elegant set of violet curls done into a pair of twin, elongated drills and flawless, fair skin. The woman had a pair of double-ds that were just begging to pour out of her uniform top. Her legs were crossed, flaunting her beautiful thighs that couldn't be contained by the too-short navy uniform skirt. Her dull eyes glazed over at the literature teacher, who simply walked over to the desk.
"Alright, ladies, now that I'm here, detention can officially start." Midday watched the two scowl at him as he set the box down on his desk. "Let's see, it's 3:20 now, so you two can leave at 5:20. Simple enough, yes?"
"Whatever, darling." Rarity gave a roll of her eyes.
Midday paid her no mind as he took out his clipboard and looked it over. "Sunset Shimmer." He addressed the second student, whose face was painted with boredom. "Says here your latest offense was shaking down freshman for money."
She rolled her eyes, "it was a hallway tax." Sunset brushed stray strands of her fiery hair from her face. Said hair was short and styled into a pixie cut bob. The tanned woman had breasts that were just a size or two bigger than Rarity’s, and equally strained against her shirt. She lazily sat atop her desk as she leaned back.
"And as for you, Rarity," Midday started, "looks like your latest offense was smoking behind the school building." Rarity simply blew herself another bubble, letting the loud pop echo through the room. "And I do mean 'latest', ladies. There's a long list of offenses for the two of you. Aside from smoking and bullying for each of you, there's distraction of property," he glanced at their wide, baby-making hips that was pressing against their desks, "chewing gum," he glared at Rarity, getting an eyeful of her pillowy lips, "disturbing class, turning in assignments late, cheating-"
Sunset Shimmer gave an obnoxiously loud yawn, waving her hand over her mouth as Rarity snorted.
"I'm sorry, am I boring you, ladies?"
"Oh, no, no," Sunset said sarcastically, "I'm very interested in listening to things I already know. Please, go on."
"It's called 'setting the stage', Miss Shimmer." Midday popped the top off of his box. "I'm not saying this to hear myself talk. It's so you girls know exactly what's coming to you."
"And just what are you talking about?" Rarity asked as she cocked an eyebrow.
"What, did you bring little chalkboards for us to write 100 lines on?" Sunset rolled her eyes.
"No, something much more potent." Midday then pulled it out; a firm, old fashioned, wooden paddle. Its face was full of holes and it gave off an unnatural shine, as though glossed over. It caught both Rarity and Sunset's attention as the literature teacher took the paddle in one hand and tapped the other. "Now then, will both of you please come up and bend over my desk so we can get this over with?"
"Uh, is this a joke?" Rarity asked, dumbfounded.
"There is no way I'm going to let you hit my ass, you creep!" Sunset barked. "That can't be allowed!"
"For the longest time, discipline like this has been retired from schools. But, with the constant rise of delinquents like you two, there has been talks about bringing it back." Midday smacked the paddle against his hand, giving a loud 'CRACK' that echoed. It hurt, but seeing Rarity and Sunset Shimmer jump made the pain worth enduring. "So now, with permission from the school board and Principal Celestia, you two are gonna bend over and take your punishment."
"The hell I am!" Sunset shouted as she and Rarity got off of the desks.
"This is ridiculous!" Rarity huffed, "you do not have the right to strike us!"
"Oh, well, then, the doors right there." Midday pointed his thumb to the door. Without skipping a beat, both delinquents began to march to the door. "I'll just be sure to write you both up for skipping detention. I'm sure with your lists of other offenses, I can talk Celestia into expelling you both."
"Excuse me?!" Both students stopped shy at the door and turned to Midday.
"Y-you meant suspended, right?!" Rarity asked, her confidence seemingly melting from her face.
"Oh, certainly not." Midday said, sitting down at his desk and starting to write. "I mean 'Expelled'. Withdrawn. Removed. Permanent Dismissal." He turned to the two students, "if you two aren't going to respect my authority or take your punishment, then your school careers here are over."
Sunset had marched to his desk, slamming her hands in his face. "You can't do that! W-we'd have to change schools! And there's no other schools nearby! We'll have to move to the other side of town!"
"Yes, you certainly would." Midday didn't lose a beat, looking down at his papers as his hand moved without rest. As he reached for another book report, he could see Sunset's sweat drip onto the table. "Actually, with all those offenses, I could probably talk the school board into having you girls prohibited from going to the same school. I'm sure you two would excel if one of you is shipped off to Crystal Prep Academy and the other to Everfree High."
"Please, Mr. Sun!" Rarity cried out, "you can't expel us!" She put her hands together to beg. "W-we'll do anything! Please don't expel us!"
Midday simply picked up his paddle and tapped it against his desk. "Well, I'm waiting."
Both girls were sweating bullets, Rarity biting her lip and Sunset gritting her teeth. But, with seemingly no other choice, both girls began to move to the front of the classroom. Sunset glared daggers at Midday, who only stared back with his own stern glare. Rarity was more sheepish as she made her way to the desk, spitting her gum into the wastebasket. Once the both of them were at the teacher's desk, the both of them began to bend over it, right in front of the teacher himself. Their breasts pressed against the firm mahogany as their thick, voluptuous asses were up in the air.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Midday got up from his chair and walked around. From the corner of his eye, he watched both girls follow him with their own eyes. He moved his way behind the girls, their skirts barely able to conceal their cheeks. He then glanced at the time, 3:30. Plenty of time to instill some discipline into these girls, he thought. Without skipping a beat, Midday Sun grabbed Sunset's skirt and flipped it up and over her hips, to fully expose her black, lacy panties. Her squeal and blushing face brought Rarity to look back, just in time to watch Midday flip her own skirt and show off her pink panties.
The redhead yelped as her face began to match her hair. "W-what the hell are you doing?!" She barked back at him. The two of them glared at their teacher as they clenched the desk.
"Standard procedure." He told them plainly, "all naughty girls get spanked over their panties. If you don't approve, you know where the door is."
Neither student got up; they glared at him with looks that could kill, but in the end, they turned back towards the wall and didn't dare to get up.
"That's better." Midday smirked, "don't mind the breeze too much, girls, you'll feel something awfully hot in just a minute or two." He began to tap his paddle against Sunset's supple, bronzed cheeks. He could feel the redhead tremble under the hardwood as he prepared for his first swing.
SWAT!
Sunset gave off a sudden howl as the paddle's face cut through the air like a hot knife and struck against her fat ass. She braced best she could, but with so little reference, she had no idea how bad a paddle could be.
Rarity watched in horror, giving a sudden yelp when she felt the paddle tap against her own, milky tush.
SMACK!
"EEEEEK!" Rarity squealed, getting up on one knee as she bucked with her other leg. It hurt so bad and her butt gave a more noticeable jiggle and bounce.
Midday Sun simply smirked as he watched both girls try to steady their breathing and try to brace themselves, knowing that there was more to come. Midday took the paddle and would rain steady smacks onto both of the girl's bottoms. He'd go from their left cheek to their right before swapping to the next girl and repeating the pattern. Midday was surprised by how easy the paddle cut through the air, suspecting the holes might've been cutting on wind resistance.
Meanwhile, Sunset and Rarity weren't nearly as interested in the paddle as their teacher was. If anything, they wanted the thing to be burned; ironically, as the paddle felt as though it was branding their bouncing bubble butts. Each swing made a loud, echoing 'CRACK' that brought a cry out of the delinquents.
Sunset took them significantly better as the paddle struck her toned buns. The paddle struck against her lacy underwear, giving her no protection. Each crack brought a hot gasp from her mouth as her nails dug into the desk. An underhand swing that hit at the flesh between thigh and ass brought a higher pitched cry from Sunset, but she tried to stand firm. Sweat trickled down the side of her face, each swat making her buck and gasp as a top button on her shirt gave way.
Rarity was doing much worse than her tanned counterpart. Every swat made her ass jiggle like jello. She was in tears already, making her mascara run down her face as she kicked her legs frantically with every swat. They echoed in her ears, but she couldn't hear anything outside of her own sobbing and whimpering. Her running tears and makeup stained the desk below as another swat brought her knees to buckle.
"F-fuck." Sunset hissed as her fist pounded the desk. Suddenly, two underhanded swats struck Sunset's right cheek in quick succession, getting a higher pitched screech from her lips.
"Language." Midday scolded, giving another pair of swats to her opposite side, bringing Sunset to stomp her foot. It was a desperate attempt to try and fight against the burning pain in her ass, as both hers and Rarirty’s ass were starting to turn harsh shades of pink.
"S-sorry." Sunset grunted, gritting her teeth as tears started to burn at the corner of her eyes. She let out a sudden gasp when Midday suddenly put his hand on the small of her back and gave two quick and hard swats to the under curves of her ass.
Sunset shrieked as she kicked her legs furiously, but her kicking did nothing to deter Midday's efforts. "'Sorry' what?"
"SIR! I-I'M SORRY, SIR!" Sunset sniffled as her tears began to flow. Midday nodded, letting go of Sunset's back before he gave two similar swats onto Rarity, who gave a loud howl that rocked through the room.
"PLEASE, SIR! I-I'M SORRY!" Rarity bawled as her messy tears continued to stain the wood. "PLEASE STOP!" She was ready to break down into sobs as bitter tears streamed down Sunset's face as well.
Midday had paused their paddling as the teacher crossed his arms. Both of them had a matching pair of scorching, red asses that their panties did a poor job of hiding. Sunset's lace gave a more clear view of her smoking ass. Meanwhile, Rarity’s own pink panties had a noticeable shine through the fabric, no doubt Rarity’s ass.
"Well then, ladies, what have you learned?"
Rarity gave a hard gulp as she said, "n-not to chew gum?"
The teacher replied by putting her hand on her back, forcing her down before he gave ten, firm paddle swats against her already sore, glowing ass. Rarity bawled and thrashed, but Midday stuck to his methods of smacking her left, then right cheek until he was finished. Sunset watched on, feeling her heart pound against her chest as she watched her fellow delinquent be punished.
"Not even close." Midday scolded as Rarity howled and sobbed onto the desk, fully collapsing on top of it. He then turned to Sunset as he took his hand off of Sunset. "Miss Shimmer?"
Sunset, for perhaps the first time in a long time, shrunk under the authoritative gaze of her teacher. "T-to...to behave ourselves or face consequences?"
Midday gave a nod, "good girl." He crossed his arms as he let Rarity sob and howl before she was reduced to whimpers. "Now then, I better not see you two in detention again. I assure you that there will be harsher punishments if you find yourselves in detention again."
"Y-yes, sir!" Both girls choked out.
He did his best to smirk at the both of them, "alright, now you may get up."
Both girls, sniffling and in tears, had managed to stand back up. Neither girl wasted time to rub their scorching rumps with their hands, doing their best to try and soothe themselves. They were sobbing; they looked pathetic, and felt it as well, but neither of them cared. Their pride was abandoned-no, more like stripped.
With how short their skirts were, there was no doubt that they'd have to do their best not to bend over, forward, or beware of a stray breeze or risk exposing their red rumps to the world. The thought nearly brought a chuckle to Midday's throat, a sadistic glee he never experienced before.
"Alright, girls," Midday glanced at the clock, "looks like we still have another 30 minutes left. Why don't you two take a seat and you can get a head start on some of your homework."
The words 'sit down' echoed through their heads and sent tremors through their hearts. They stared at the hard, wooden chairs in terror. Their legs somehow felt heavy like lead, but too weak to move like jello.
"Is there a problem?" He raised his paddle and swatted his palm, letting the loud crack echo. Both girls jumped onto their toes before they quickly hurried to the desks.
"N-no, sir!" Sunset quickly said.
"N-not at all!" Rarity yelped. Both girls got to their desks and pulled their chairs back. Once they took their seat, they both gave a painful hiss as their sizzling cheeks were pressed against the wood. It was like sitting on hot coals; there was no way these girls would be able to sit for at least a week! Rarity felt tears start to form again as Sunset grit her teeth.
Meanwhile, Midday had moved his way to the front of the class and took a seat. He set the paddle down with a firm clap against the desk, making both girls yelp before they hurried to take out their assignments from other classes and hurried to get to work.
Midday let out a low chuckle. It was nice to see these girls actually do work.