Tales From Detention

"So, what did the board say?"

Midday Sun couldn't help but be nervous; his job was hanging on the line now! Even if it was with the school board's permission to punish Sunset Shimmer and Rarity, if they went back on their decision, then he would be out of a job! There was no way they'd allow him to teach after having paddled a pair of seniors!

Principal Celestia, however, looked as calm as a cucumber. "You can stop sweating, my Mr. Sun." Celestia chuckled as she stood up from her desk. "The meeting went rather swimmingly after they heard the results."

On paper, one could say that Midday's paddling was effective; it has been a full week since the event and Rarity and Sunset Shimmer had shown a drastic change in behavior. Neither of them were harassing Freshmen, nor were they smoking on school grounds. Other teachers even reported that they were turning in assignments. It sounded too good to be true-and Midday was sure that it was and the two of them were just towing the line to avoid another detention session with him.

Many teachers had gotten wind of the privileged bestowed upon Midday and wasted no time using him as a threat hanging over the two delinquents' heads. Hardly a change in behavior; it made him feel like he was more like a bully than an educator.

"Now then," Celestia smiled, picking the paddle up off of her desk and handing it over to Midday, "I believe you have an image to keep up."

"Er, yes, I suppose I do." Midday took the paddle in hand and hooked it up to his belt. "But, uh, mind explaining why I'm the one doing this? Isn't it traditional for the principal to handle manners of discipline or something?"

"Well, you see, Midday," Celestia leaned forward, her breasts squashed against the top of the desk, the woman shaking her ass in the air as she spoke. "As a Principal and a well-established member of the community, I have an awful lot to lose if this experiment in discipline goes south. Not to mention the scandal that would follow me. But you, as a relatively new face, are perfect to be used as ground zero."

"...Wait, hang on." Midday said as he gave it some thought, "that means I'm the fall guy if the school board changes its mind!"

"Yup!" Celestia smiled, giggling as the color drained from Midday's face. "Now, you'd better hurry along to your class. I believe First Period starts in another three minutes or so."

"P-Principal Celestia!" Before Midday could complain properly, the phone rang.

"Oops, I guess that's for me. I'd better take this. Midday, do you mind?" Celestia asked as she piked up the phone. Midday was seething with fury, but there was little he could do now other than turn tail and walk out of her office.

He closed the door behind him, but he wanted to slam it shut. With a deep breath, Midday tried to get himself moving to his class, but his blood was boiling. In a way, he agreed with her, but the fact it was his neck on the line instead of her's made him see red. But, with nothing he could do about it, he just tried to move on with his day.

"Out of the way! Make room!"

Midday heard the call, but was too slow to react. In a moment, an elbow was shoved right into his ribs as he was nearly knocked into the lockers. He winced, holding his side as he watched the backside of a student pass him by and race down the hall. He couldn't see her face, but the blur of rainbow hair made it clear just who it was and what just happened to him.

Now, Midday wouldn't consider himself a very vindictive person, but a malicious smirk was curling on his face as he collected himself.

Room 101.

Rainbow Dash hated detention. Being forced to sit around and do nothing was miserable. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them, got out of her desk, sat back down, lied down on top of the desk, squatted on the floor-every sitting position possible all within five minutes. The rainbow-haired girl with chocolate skin was ready to lose her mind.

"This is the worst." Rainbow Dash groaned. She had a much more lithe build then most and was a bit on the shorter side. Her C-Cup breasts weren't the most impressive, and only made less noticeable because of her choice in sports bras, but her legs drove most students up a wall-and not just cause she kicked their ass. The leggy runner was left to fiddle with her uniform skirt as she impatiently waited for the clock to let her go.

And where the hell was the teacher anyway?! "Dammit, it's not fair I gotta sit here while whoever's supposed to be trapped here with me is getting a coffee or something." She tried to think; today was Friday. Who was the guy who did Friday detentions again?

CREEK!

The door slowly opened, bringing Rainbow Dash to turn and watch as Midday Sun walked into the detention room. He adjusted his tie, kicking the door closed behind him before walking over to his desk.

"How good to see you again, Rainbow Dash." Midday said as she watched Rainbow Dash push her goggles from over her face and onto her forehead. "Good to see you live up to your name."

Dash leaned back in her chair and said, "yeah, yeah. No running in the halls, I get it." She rolled her eyes, "it's not my fault I was running late. My Mom got stuck in traffic and I had to run all the way here!" She looked back up at him with her own magenta eyes flashing. "If anything, you should be congratulating me for making it to your Homeroom on time~"

"On any other day, maybe I would've." Midday said, "but I've been having a rather bad day today. Not helped by you jabbing my ribs when you were going 25."

Suddenly, Dash gawked at the Literature Teacher. "Oh crap," she whispered as she grew an awkward grin. "O-oh, uh, that was you, huh?" She watched Midday cross his arms as Dash racked her brain for something to say, the awkwardness suffocating. "Yeah, well, I mean, I-I did warn you, d-didn't I? A-and it was just an accident, y-you know how it is when us athletes get a little too pumped a-and the heat of the moment takes us?"

"Actually, I do."

Dash stared at him, nearly dropping her jaw. "Wait. Really?"

"Yes." Midday Sun nodded, "I actually played tennis back in my Highschool Days. Granted, being 5th best doesn't mean much when only five people played the sport, but I was considered something of a jock in my day."

"S-so, so you totally get it!" Dash said with a wide grin.

"Yeah, I totally get it." Midday repeated. Dash's grin grew even wider before Midday spoke again. "I get that if my coach heard that I was roughhousing and getting detention, I'd be kicked. And the other coaches would ostracize me from other sports programs because of my past behavior." Dash's face fell like a lead weight. "And I'm sure Ms. Harshwhinny would love to hear all about this."

"N-now hold on a second!" Dash quickly said, "y-you don't gotta go that far! Sh-she's already riding my ass about getting detention as is! She'll kick me from the Soccer Team for sure!"

"I'm sure she would." Midday said, grabbing the paddle from his hip and lightly tapped it on his palm. "But, if you'd rather I not, then I'm sure you've heard of the alternative punishment." Midday watched with sadistic glee as he watched Dash's eyes follow the paddle with her eyes. He watched those magenta orbs go back and forth like a metronome, snapping her out of her trance when he gave a louder 'POP' on his hand, making Dash jump.

Shaking off her shock, Rainbow Dash leered at Midday. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you spank me, asshole!"

"Fine." Midday shrugged, "I won't keep you here. The door is that way." Midday pointed to the door with his paddle. With a huff, Dash got up and started to speed-walk to the door. "I'm sure the Chess Team would be more than happy to have an All-Star Athlete like yourself."

Dash stopped just before her hand touched the doorknob. She grit her teeth, grinding it as she slowly turned to face Midday. "You're despicable."

"I'm well aware." Midday admitted with a shrug. "Now, are you going to bend over the desk like a good girl, or are you gonna retire from sports?" He watched Dash suck her teeth as she started to walk over to the desk. She bent herself over, hands flat on the surface and her firm butt up in the air.

"Happy?"

"Not quite, no." Midday admitted as he came from behind his desk and examined her butt. He took a hold of her skirt and flipped it up, exposing the tight, bike shorts she was wearing under her uniform.

"H-hey!" Dash shouted as she looked over her shoulder, "wh-what are you doing?!"

"A spanking is done over your panties, not your skirt. Or shorts, Miss Dash." Midday grabbed her shorts and, without any concern for Dash's yelling and objections, Midday Sun bared Dash's bottom, exposing the pink thong she was wearing underneath. It did a poor job at concealing Dash's more private areas, bringing the Literature Teacher to scoff. "A thong, Miss Dash? Really?"

"Y-you try wearing underwear while sweating a storm!" Dash barked back at him, "a-and it's not like I was expecting to bare my ass to some asshole!"

(What a poor choice of words...) Midday thought, but he held back the comment as he lowered her shorts further down to the athlete's knees. He had to admit though, Rainbow Dash had a rather nice ass. Toned, firm; He took his paddle and gave a few taps against it. Midday was sure he could bounce a quarter off her ass.

Meanwhile, Dash felt her heart smash against her ribs after the paddle touched her butt. There was a lump in her throat, and she had to swallow it down every time she wanted to breathe. She hadn't been paddled before-she had never even been spanked before outside of a random smack on her ass from her teammates. But that was nothing compared to just how exposed she was now. Her ass out in the open and up in the air, unable to even look back and see the teacher looming over her. And yet, she could feel his eyes scanning over her like a piece of meat. She braced herself for the paddle to bite down on her ass, with every tap enough to send her into a tizzy. She just wanted him to get it over with, but he was taking his sweet time!

CRACK!

A harsh breath of air escaped Dash's grit teeth. She swore it just came from nowhere. She jumped, but felt Midday planet his hand on the small of her back and force her back down. She was forced to press her chest against the desk and push her butt into the air.

Midday mused as he continued to swing his arm, landing hard swats onto Dash's butt. He was swinging with much more confidence then when he was spanking Rarity and Sunset Shimmer. Each crack of the paddle echoed through the room. Hard, but he was going rather slow, giving Rainbow Dash a good few seconds to catch her breath and brace herself for when the paddle fell again.

SWAT!

The teacher had to admit that Dash had a nice ass. He preferred how bouncy Rarity and Sunset's were, but Dash's firm butt. Each swat flattened her cheeks, but her butt gave little give. Dash took much better care of herself, as an athlete should. But at the same time, she still had a nice pair of legs that kicked with each smack. Not only that, but she had a nice pair of hips; hardly aerodynamic, but they were lovely. Such a tight ass would definitely feel nice to hold and grab, but Midday forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

WHACK!

"You're awfully quiet, Rainbow Dash." Midday spoke softly, rubbing the face of the paddle against Dash's cheeks, her thong doing nothing to protect her hide or hide just how rosy her rich skin was turning. "If I could get you this quiet during class, you'd be a model student."

He expected Dash to loosen her lips, but the athlete would not. Her body was locked up tighter than a vice. Dash felt as though she couldn't relax, not with the knots that her guts tied themselves into. She just had to endure, she'd tell herself. He couldn't break her.

CRACK! CRACK!

"F-fuck!" Dash howled as she felt the two cracks of the paddle. No doubt Midday played tennis now with such a mean back swing.

"Language." Midday scolded, his next swat aiming lower onto Dash's precarious sitspots; the under-curves of her butt where most of her weight will naturally drop to. Rainbow Dash let out a cry, bucking about as Midday Sun forced her still.

"D-dammit, that hurts!" Dash shouted at her teacher, tears stinging the corner of her eyes.

"It's supposed to hurt. It's a spanking." Midday spoke matter-of-factly. He swung his arm and popped the paddle against her sit-spots again, hearing another dry cry from Rainbow Dash. Her legs shook for a moment, but she forced herself still as she tried to endure.

"Aren't you done yet?" Dash hissed.

"Hardly." Another heavy swing landed on Dash's sit-spots before he began to land two, quicker smacks across her bottom. Again and again, he'd continue this specific pattern as he developed into a rhythm of going for her sit-spots with a harder swat before hitting her cheeks.

Dash pounded the desk with her fist as her tears rolled down her face. She bit her lip, trying to take it; she wasn't gonna give Midday the satisfaction of knowing he had won. Meanwhile, Midday was just as determined to break Dash of her iron will.

He couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because she was stubbornly trying to endure and keep her sniffling down to a minimum. Or maybe it was just the months of having to deal with Rainbow Dash; running in the halls was just her latest offense. Picking fights, chewing gum, talking while he was trying to teach-Dash was just an awful student to have and this was his chance to finally break her.

KER-CRACK!

A sharp gasp escaped Dash's mouth, feeling her burning lungs with a cool shot of air as Midday broke his rhythm and landed a swat lower on her shapely thighs. She bucked and kicked wildly, but Midday wasn't finished. He'd bounce paddle swats from one thigh to the next, starting to paint them a rosy pink color as Dash thrashed and kicked, but couldn't get from under Midday.

"St-stop it!" Dash grunted, choking on her own words as Midday began to move the paddle back up and swat at her sit-spots.

"You don't decide when this stops, Miss Dash." Midday scolded, her sit-spot were starting to turn red, but Dash's bottom a warm scarlet color as Midday worked his way back up to spank those cheeks some more before going back to her sitspots, then returning to her thighs.

"I-I get it! I get it!" Dash cried out, her voice starting to crack as tears began to fall onto the desk. Midday paused the paddle to enable her to speak. "I-I won't run in the halls, okay?!"

"Better." Midday tapped the paddle against her butt, watching Dash flinch as just a light touch of the unforgiving wood was enough to make her jump. "But not quite."

SWAT!

"YOOWOWOWOW!" Dash's tears sprang from her face, starting to flood the desk as she sobbed. Her breath was uneven and her body was shaking all over. She felt ready to fall over onto herself, but she managed to hold firm.

"Rainbow Dash, you are an undisciplined brat. You've gotten your way because of your talent, but your devil-may-care attitude isn't gonna fly anymore." Midday scolded her, rubbing the paddle against her burning booty. She let out a small gasp, leaning forward, but couldn't escape the paddle's face.

"You'd best change your behavior, or you're going to be spending a lot of Fridays in here with me." Midday warned, "and I'll be more than happy to paddle you raw. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes..."

Midday raised the paddle into the air. "'Yes', what?"

Dash shouted a hearty, "yes, sir! Yes, sir! I-I'll be a model student!"

(I doubt that with your 'C' Average.) Midday thought, but he nodded to her all the same, pulling his hand away from her back. Dash practically sprang up as she feverishly rubbed her smarting bottom. She sniffled and whimpered as her cold palms rubbed at her hot flesh.

The Literature Teacher, satisfied with her punishment, told her, "you're free to live whenever you're ready. I think you've suffered enough."

"Gee, thanks." Dash grunted as he reached for her shorts and started to slide them up. However, when the tight fabric touched her thighs, a sudden squeal escaped Dash's lips, a hot pain shooting right up her spine.

Midday smirked as he crossed his arms. "Something the matter?"

"N-no." Dash barked at him as she continued to glide her shorts up her lights. She grit her teeth, hissing each breath as she forced her short-shorts up and onto her smoldering ass. She held back a need to scream as her thong-covered, roasted rump was covered. "Shit..."

"Language." Midday reminded; Dash shot a glare at her teacher, but held back any kind of comment. She forced herself to walk out of the classroom, pushing her skirt down to cover her backside. Once she slammed the door behind her, Midday Sun let out a couple of chuckles.

He couldn't help but muse that maybe he should instate a 'three-strike' system for such foul language.