Anything for My Princess

Luna landed in Ponyville. She was not sleeping tonight, and neither was Pip. She sat in a dark alleyway, watching his house, and when the lights went out, she stood up. She made her way over to his window and looked inside. She'd risen the moon two hours ago, and as Pip was just now wiping his chest clean of the discharge, she knew he hadn't truly gone to bed yet. Worse, still, he had a few photographs next to him, which might have been from the drawer, or could have been new. Either way, she had forbidden the material, and he would need to be punished for having it.

Her spell came first to silence the room. Pip didn't even notice. She even opened the window silently, and was inside before he even turned back to face her.

"P-princess?"

Luna wore a deep scowl on her face. "Pipsqueak," she growled. "Have you been inside the hidden compartment in your bookcase again?"

He shook his head.

Luna sneered and picked up the photographs. One in particular caught her eye. As she was climbing out of his window, with her right leg on the sill and her left on the floor, her tail drifted to one side, and the details were explicit. He could see everything in this photograph. Given that she had only done this twice, this had to be recent.

"Why do you have this, Pipsqueak?"

He didn't answer. He knew he didn't have a good answer to give her, and anything he could say would cause him harm, whether it was the truth or a lie.

"You know how I feel about you having pictures like this, Pipsqueak. It's not good for you, and it's damaging to me. What do you think would happen if your parents knew that you'd taken this picture? How do you think they would react If I told them that their son was a pervert who's been taking pictures of mare's genitals without their permission?"

He grabbed his ears and curled up on the bed. Obviously, it terrified him.

"Should I tell them? They're probably still awake."

"No!!" He jolted out of bed and clung to her hoof. "Anything but that!"

Luna glared down at him. "It's becoming more and more difficult to defend your actions, Pipsqueak. I was going to confront you about last night's dream, and now I find you gorging yourself on this. Perhaps what you need is a taste of what will come to you every day if you continue down this path."

He swallowed hard. "Y-you mean..."

"The dungeons, yes."

He lowered his head. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he nodded.

Luna had really hoped it would not come to this, but she didn't know what else to do. Talking to him didn't work. Spanking him, barbaric as it was, only seemed to give him ideas. She was normally against this, but she was going to have to do something to add to the problem she was often trying to solve. She had to instill in him a fear so great that it could halt his actions and force him to reconsider.

She had not prepared for this. She'd not put together a box of equipment to make this transition easier because she had intended to just stop at a talk or the administration of more spankings. Luckily for her, there was a fine bit of material for her to work with.

Pip's pirate playset, for example, had about five metres of rope. She grabbed that, as well as a bandanna to use as a blindfold. In the closet was a table tennis paddle among other light sporting goods. A scented candle from the bathroom made her equipment list complete.

She started by lighting the candle. It would need some time to warm up for what she had planned. With that done, she tied the bandana around his eyes. "Can you see?"

"A little bit from the bottom right."

She had done that on purpose. It made her feel better to know that he was still being honest with her. She adjusted it to make him fully in the dark, and then gently stroked his mane. "Thank you for telling the truth, Pip."

Pulling out the rope, she bound his legs to his body, with his front hooves in the begging position and his back legs in a sitting position. With him bound, she hung him from the ceiling, putting a temporary mount in one of the ceiling studs. He was just a foal, and a small one at that. She was sure that it would hold his miniscule weight, even if he swung a little bit.

She grabbed the candle in her magic and held it above Pip's back. "When you're in the dungeons, there is nothing pleasing to look at. It's nothing but black bars and grey stone bricks. You'll find that much of the time, your hooves are bound. You can't run without tripping because your body can't stretch that far. If you're particularly heinous, you'll end up shackled to the ceiling or walls, unable to sit or lie down. And then, out comes the whip."

Luna was glad that she'd completely soundproofed the room, because the shout that erupted from Pip's mouth was loud and agonizing. It broke her heart to hear him cry like that, but it had to be done. She had to stop him.

She wasn't really whipping him, of course. It was just hot wax dripping down onto his skin. It was harmless, really. She didn't want to hurt him, after all. She just wanted to scare him away from becoming a rapist. He was already using a mare without her consent, and she had to make sure he didn't continue, especially with somepony who couldn't do anything about it, like she could.

"The guards don't feed you well, and it's worse the more heinous your crime. They're required by law to feed you, but the more violent criminals are often not given plates or bowls. They have to lick their day-old mashed potatoes and moldy bread off the brick floors."

She brought the paddle across his flank, causing him to let out a loud yelp. She hated doing it, but it was too late to back out now. Hopefully, he'd learn something from it. She didn't want to hurt this much without something good coming from it.