Spoiled Rich's Punishment

A Couple Hours Later

“AaaaaAAAAHHH!!!~”

Spoiled Rich felt absolutely horrible. Titillated and pent-up beyond comprehension, but still horrible nonetheless.

She tried her best to remain “normal” when she returned to the house and pretended to wake up. Although as soon as she slipped into bed, it didn’t take long for her fidgeting legs to stir her husband awake. Spoiled had to bite into her pillow in an attempt to muffle her moans, but she still caught Filthy Rich’s attention when he saw her humping into the mattress. He tried to lean in with a couple perks of his brows, but a firm smack of her hoof kept him to his side of the bed. While Spoiled squirmed uncomfortably against her bedding, Filthy just grumbled facing away from her.

She eventually waddled off into the bathroom, wincing when she heard the belt’s buzzing (not to mention the soft crinkling of her training pants) from her backside. Spoiled had no idea whether or not her spouse could hear it, but it felt almost deafening to her own ears while the bedroom was so quiet. It was fortunate that she and Filthy Rich had separate bathrooms, since she spent nearly an hour inside her own trying to get herself off. She tried everything from a hot shower, a cold shower, grinding against the bathtub, and even trying to shove a q-tip through the keyhole. But alas, all that the mare did was leave herself thoroughly exhausted while her pussy was given constant stimulation.

Nothing could’ve been done to undo the belt’s lock, or even loosen it from her waist. And despite how furiously she tried to rub herself through the belt, that incessant buzzing wasn’t intense enough to set her over the edge. It was almost as if the magic within that belt was synced up with her arousal, knowing exactly how much pleasure to deliver to her overwhelmed nethers without actually bringing her to climax. The constant edging was becoming quite maddening, even an hour after being forced to wear it by that sadistic Alicorn. By the time she finally left her bathroom, still wearing the shorts and training pants underneath, it didn’t seem like her husband was suspicious in the slightest; although, Spoiled was aware that she usually spent that long in the bathroom most mornings anyway.

Spoiled only spent about ten minutes with her family in the kitchen eating breakfast, which was thankfully prepared by their personal butler and not herself. She tried to sit upright in her chair with her legs tightly pressed together, but she had to keep her hips from thrusting while her breathing was so faint and rapid. She wasn’t sure how in Equestria she was able to maintain her composure, since her hooves were constantly crossed and fidgeting underneath the table while she chewed her toast. Luckily for the mare’s sake, being seated right beside her daughter was just enough to keep herself in control for that brief moment. Although, given how badly she was squirming in her chair, she was sure that the filly overheard some of the muffled crinkles of that plastic between her belt and spandex shorts.

Diamond Tiara and her Dad remained strangely silent, mostly because both of them were able to see the flustered blush that was radiating from Spoiled Rich’s cheeks. The two shared a puzzled look, but neither of them bothered to ask what was wrong. If anything, they were probably assuming she was in one of her “moods” that could ruin a pleasant day in an instant. Luckily for Spoiled’s sake, her frazzled expression and uncomfortable squirming proved to be a good distraction for the covering she was wearing.

Eventually, Diamond had to bite the bullet as she tried to get her attention. “Uhhh… Mom?” she asked somewhat cautiously. “Is… everything alrigh--”

“Y-Yes! Yes!” Spoiled frantically nodded her head as she straightened up in her seat, like she was a student almost caught sleeping in class. Her lips tightened up with a light groan, while her crossed legs tensed up briefly under the table. Her muzzle twitched into a tight wince when she saw both Diamond and Filthy staring at her so peculiarly. That constant buzzing from her belt was ringing in her head without pause, keeping her from thinking too coherently. She could only hope that neither of them could hear those pulsations against her clit while she tried to blurt out a response. “S-Sorry, sweetie. I… I-I think I just… c-couldnt get off--OUT! O-Out of bed right…”

She closed her eyes and cringed internally. While she couldn’t tell them the truth, she couldn’t ignore how lousy that excuse sounded. Filthy Rich narrowed his eyes on her in suspicion. “Uhhh… Are ya sure you’re okay, hun? Maybe you should stay home an--”

“NO!!!” Spoiled Rich wasn’t thinking coherently when she jumped out of her seat, leaving her breakfast mostly untouched. If she wasn’t being edged over an hour straight, she likely would’ve realized how smart it’d be to stay home and avoid as many ponies as she could for the week. However, Spoiled was already being thrown into an absolute whirlwind of tantalizing torment, and the idea of being locked alone in her mansion would only intensify that feeling she couldn’t sate by her own hooves. She needed to get out of the house, just so she could do anything possible to get her mind off that belt buzzing her clit. Her legs tried to lock up with every frantic step she made out of the kitchen. “Uhhh!! I-I have a lot of errands to run! I need to flick my bea--B-BUY SOME BEANS! C-Coffee beans! And, and, and other things I need to doIjustgottagetoutofthehouseIgottagoGOODBYE!!!”

Spoiled barely had any time to grab her purse before rushing out of the house in a frenzy. Filthy Rich, Diamond Tiara, and their butler stood frozen in the kitchen with confounded looks on their faces. None of them said anything for a moment, and tried to process what the heck was wrong with that mare. Eventually, Filthy Rich just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his plate. “Well… alright then.”

Diamond shrugged as well, not minding being away from her Mom sooner than usual. Even the butler let out a silent sigh of relief as he took her plate from the table. It was probably a good thing that Spoiled Rich left so quickly, otherwise she would’ve been upset to learn how easily they accepted her hasty departure.

“Nnnnnnffffff…” Spoiled Rich was speed-walking down the lengthy driveway from her mansion, shivering each time she felt a distinct squishing between her clenching legs. Her shorts appeared to still be dry, much to the mare’s relief; but underneath that tight spandex, Spoiled could feel the distinct dampness of that padding pressed up against her locked crotch. She had no idea how much she was leaking in forced arousal, but it already felt like she pissed herself while her pussy was continuously winking and convulsing. The warm, soggy padding was bunched right up against her without any give, which made every sharp pulsation and throb of the belt that much harder to ignore. If this wasn’t some twisted punishment with no climax, Spoiled wouldn’t have minded such a taboo sensation that badly; but in her current state, all that the training pants were doing was leaving her feeling worse.

“Aaahhh!~” Spoiled Rich barely made it past her mailbox before she stopped dead in her tracks. A couple of harsh pulsations from her belt delivered an intense stimulation right to her poor clit, which nearly knocked her to the ground. There may not have been that many other houses in that upper-class neighborhood, but Spoiled still tried to lean against her mailbox and bite her hoof to keep from shrieking. While one of her forelegs was wrapped around the mailbox, her other hoof went down to dig against that soggy padding against her crotch. The harsh rubbing wasn’t even close to effectively getting her off, but the additional pressure (as well as the warmth of her arousal soaked into her training pants) provided the briefest amount of pleasure to counteract those harsher pulsations hitting her without mercy. Her head lurched down while her eyes were shut, and she panted heavily while rubbing herself in an attempt to get the slightest semblance of control. “Mmmmmffffff…”

Spoiled Rich soon became lost in her unending arousal, hugging the mailbox and trying her best to rub her personal box. But even while pressing her hoof up against that pesky lock, the vibrations hitting her marehood weren’t intensified enough to sate her. She wasn’t sure how long she spent outside her home rubbing her crotch like an absolute pervert, but she wasn’t able to think coherently while shuddering between brief groans. Her eyes eventually reopened with a flutter, her face deeply blushed and her muzzle agape. “AaaaAAAAHHHH!!!”

Spoiled’s lustful moan instantly morphed into a packicked shriek the moment she realized she was no longer alone. She was still hunched over her mailbox, her hoof now stuffed into her shorts to confirm the shocking sight her mailmare was witnessing. Derpy Hooves was standing in stunned silence, her off-center eyes wide-open and a couple envelopes clutched in her shaky hoof. Spoiled Rich was frozen in place like a kid with their hoof in the cookie jar, her hips still writhing from that belt vibrating beneath her padding. Derpy didn’t say a word, which meant that Spoiled’s feeble response could be heard clear as day. “... uhhhhhhh…”

Her blue eyes darted between the shocked look on Derpy’s face, and down at the mailbox she was hugging for support. With her blush deepening, Spoiled Rich opened the front of the mailbox. Derpy slowly leaned in, avoiding eye-contact with the mare as she stuffed the envelopes inside. Then without saying a word, the mailmare quickly flew off to get away from the embarrassing situation. Spoiled remained in place for another minute or so, before she sheepishly pulled her hoof out of her shorts.

“D-Dammit…” Spoiled shuddered in a mixture of shame and forced titillation, and hobbled away from the mailbox to walk her way into town. She hadn’t even left her own neighborhood, but she knew that this was going to be a long day…

On a normal day, Spoiled Rich’s trek from her mansion to Ponyville’s town square would usually take less than five minutes. But on that particular morning, the mare’s current predicament caused her trip to take more than fifteen. Her slow trot down the main road, accompanied by her shaky steps and widening gait, were more than enough to catch the attention of ponies passing her by. She tried her hardest to keep a cordial smile to appear normal, but her heavy blush and twitching muzzle made it painfully obvious something was off. Not to mention, most of Ponyville’s citizens weren’t used to seeing her smile, unless it was after she made some poor retail employee cry.

Spoiled Rich could only hope that her shorts weren’t too obvious to her affliction, even though the padding underneath that spandex remained rather slender and form-fitting. It helped that she was still wearing her blouse and jewelry, so the garment covering her backside didn’t stand out too badly. If anything, her strained and blushing face was a much bigger tell than her outfit that something was amiss. Unfortunately for Spoiled, she became more paranoid through her forced pleasure when ponies tried to avert their eyes or keep their distance from her.

“Mmmnnnghhh…” The mare gritted her teeth, and shuddered when she felt more of her arousal trickling through her belt to soak her padding. She was afraid to look down and inspect her shorts, not wanting to see a puffed-out bulge to emphasize she needed protection. The warm, soggy padding continued to press in tightly against her marehood, which in turn altered the vibrations from the belt just enough to keep her from cumming in her shorts. The edging was growing more relentless by the time she entered town, much to her growing dismay.

Spoiled Rich shakily pulled out a small notebook from her blouse, which she had actually written up the night before, Her muzzle wrinkled tightly as she scanned the list of errands she had to do today, silently cursing herself for the first item which was already crossed off: Visit Twilight Sparkle’s Castle. Below that were several more things that had to be done that day:

-Buy groceries from the market

-Purchase two bottles of wine for Filthy Rich

-Pick up the dress from Rarity’s store

-Get constipation medication from Pharmacy

“Ugh!” That last entry really got to her, mostly because of the padding she could feel against her rump. If it wasn’t for that stupid belt, the constipation meds would’ve been the most embarrassing part of her day. However, due to how badly she was writhing in her tingling attire, it was hard to think about that concerning pressure building up in her gut; while it was manageable earlier that morning, she could only hope it wouldn’t add anything to her already taxing day. Or at least, perhaps it could be ignored for the time being.

She closed her eyes with a sharp sigh, and paused long enough to plan out her options accordingly. She cursed herself for not bringing her saddlebags with her, which meant she would have to get a bag for her items as well. She knew that Rarity had complimentary tote-bags for the dresses, so there’s a chance she could get a spare for groceries and other things. So with a bitten lip, and a harsh shiver that made a pony do a double-check while walking past her, the blushing mare made a beeline for Carousel Boutique.

“Mnnnghhh… Please be open, please be open, please be open…” She whimpered to herself out-loud, which was the only way she could think to walk briskly without focusing too much on her winking cunny. The tingling pulsations to her pussy were droning on mercilessly, which made those titillating waves feel more painful than pleasurable. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but she hoped that she wouldn’t leak through her shorts from how badly she was convulsing inside of her training pants.

Spoiled ended up bumping into several different ponies on her way to Carousel Boutique, although she tried to scurry past them with a quick “Sorry” without moaning. She was sure she still did, since every other exhale came out as a pent-up groan. Her tail was raised up high, which caused a couple of those ponies to turn around and see the tight shorts emphasizing her backside. While the belt and training pants couldn’t be seen, Spoiled still felt horribly exposed by the time she wobbled to the shop’s front entrance.

‘TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!’

With how frantically Spoiled knocked on the doors of Rarity’s shop, anypony who walked past merely assumed she had to go to the bathroom. It didn’t help that her legs were bunched in tightly together, which made the pressure more intense as her hips writhed from the belt’s harsh vibrations. Her head reeled back with her eyes clenched, and she took several deep breaths to try and keep herself in control. But alas, by the time the doors finally opened, the first thing to come out of Spoiled’s muzzle was a slutty moan. “AaaAAAHHH!!~ Nnnffff…”

She winced and kept her eyes shut, not wanting to see the puzzled expression on Rarity’s face. It was still early in the morning, so the prim unicorn was wearing a stylish red kimono while holding an espresso cup in her aura. Rarity narrowed her eyes on Spoiled Rich in confusion, but she tried not to say anything about the mare’s clearly overwhelmed blush. Instead, she cleared her throat before speaking cordially. “Err… Why hello there, Mrs. Rich. Is… Everything alright?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah…” Spoiled nodded frantically alongside that lie, but needed to let out another shivering breath before she could look Rarity in the eyes. She was still squirming with her bottom lip tightly shut, and she breathed in before blurting out, “S-Sorry for coming by so early! I just… I-I was hoping to check up on my dress?”

“Hmm? Oh, of course! Please come in.” Rarity didn’t seem to mind her early arrival, and stepped aside to invite Spoiled into the shop. “I actually finished most of the final touches last night, although I was hoping to ask about some possible alterations. If you’re willing to wait in my main room, I’ll freshen up and be with you shortly.”

Spoiled nodded with an embarrassed look, and waddled over to the main showroom of the shop without saying a word. The mare quickly sat down on one of the fashionista’s fainting couches, but she took her time settling in as she grinded her ass against the plush cushioning. Rarity had already disappeared into the kitchen, which allowed Spoiled to let out a slightly relieved sigh. But while she closed her eyes to compose herself, Spoiled didn’t realize that both of her front hooves were nestled between her legs, right up against her crotch. And after a couple heavy exhales, she seemed to be too distracted to feel her hips grinding up against her forelegs softly. “Nnnnnnnn…”

Before she could try and stop herself, Spoiled Rich was moaning under her breath while humping her hooves on Rarity’s couch. She was lucky to have padding between her marehood and the shorts, otherwise she likely would’ve left a stain of her arousal on that expensive piece of furniture. Her hips started to thrust more strongly, eliciting muffled squishes and crinkling each time it pressed up against her hooves. Her belt kept her from reaching a proper climax, but the natural feeling of lust was too strong for Spoiled to stop herself. Her mind was growing more clouded the longer her pussy was being stimulated, which made her grind harder against her forelegs without even realizing it. “Aaahh! Mmmphhh~ Aaaaaahhhhh…”

“Oh, do you need anything, Mrs. Rich?”

“NNNGHHH!!” The sound of Rarity’s voice in the other room managed to jolt Spoiled out of her temporary state of inhibition. She tensed up hard on the couch, and nearly pissed herself in fear. She tightly crossed her hind-legs and pulled her hooves away from her crotch, but that strong surge of pressure still struck her crotch badly enough to make her shudder in her seat.

Since that belt was buzzing so incessantly against her nethers, it was hard for her to guess how much of that pressure was from her punishment, or from her own swelling bladder. Unfortunately, the urge to piss was the last thing on the mare’s mind, and she was too pent up to even realize it.

Luckily for Spoiled, the sound of Rarity’s hoofsteps was loud enough to make her sit upright and force a “natural” pose on the couch. In reality, the mare looked unbelievably stiff and blushy in her awkward pose, like a teenager trying to avoid distraction from what was hidden in their backpack. Rarity paused and had to do a double-check when she returned to the showroom, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. However, the unicorn merely sighed with a shrug before walking up to her. “Well, thank you for showing up so… enthusiastically? To be honest, I’m quite grateful you arrived earlier than scheduled.”

“O-Oh, ummm… i-is that so?” Spoiled Rich tried to give her a gracious smile, but her lips were far too tense to keep it from looking off-putting. Her legs continued to tense up with her muscles spasming, despite how badly she tried to keep herself still in front of the dressmaker. She could feel hot her cheeks were getting, but it was nothing compared to her marehood that continuously winked and leaked into her padding. Nevertheless, she hoped that the skew in Rarity’s muzzle was more from puzzlement than disgust.

“Err, well I… I was wanting to double-check your measurements to ensure the dress was a proper fit.”

Spoiled froze in place, her locked smile just barely serving as a mask for the horror she felt in that moment. Rarity lit up her horn to float out a long measuring tape from her workspace. “Now before you say anything, I’m aware that you sent me your measurements before I made the dress. But considering it’s for a charity formal, I wanted to verify things in case I needed to make any alterations. Is… that alright with you?”

Spoiled wanted nothing more than to say no to the mare’s face, and storm out with her dress in tow. Given how badly she was handling that belt buzzing at her pussy, she couldn’t imagine standing still long enough for Rarity to measure her correctly. Not to mention, she really didn’t want to risk the unicorn getting in too close and smelling the arousal wafting from her shorts. But alas, even in her predicament, Spoiled knew that she needed to try and get an extra bag for her errands. So despite her extreme apprehensions, she closed her eyes with a pained wince and shrugged begrudgingly. “W-Well, ummm… I-I suppose that could be a-aranged…”

She reluctantly stood up from the couch, shivering with a flustered groan when she got back on her hooves. Her nethers were flaring up from the new position, now feeling the belt’s relentless vibrations without any added pressure from her forelegs. All she could do was close her eyes, and try her hardest to stay still for that measuring tape. Spoiled could only hope that Rarity was professional enough to keep her composure, or at least to not say anything if things go awry…

“This will only take a moment…” Rarity went around to Spoiled’s backside, most likely to avoid looking the mare in the eye. Out of Spoiled Rich’s line of sight, Rarity allowed a more confused-looking wince to be seen on her face. She wasn’t sure what was up with her, but she wasn’t one to ask any prying questions if it meant getting her out of her already taxing schedule. So instead of trying to figure out why Spoiled was acting so weird, Rarity quickly began to get her measurements; her horn was lit to hold both the measuring tape, as well as a clipboard in her aura. “Alright, let’s see…”

Spoiled Rich had her eyes tightly shut, her muzzle clenched like she just sucked on a lemon. She could hear the buzzing from that belt quite audibly in her head, but she had no idea if her shorts were thick enough to conceal it from Rarity’s keen hearing. Her thighs kept twitching from the convulsions of her wettening marehood, but her knees locked up steadily enough to remain in place. She sucked in a deep breath when she felt the tape wrap around her waist, just above the hem of her shorts and training pants. That additional touch made it feel like a pair of lips were sucking her clit right then and there, which caused a light whimper to escape her muzzle. “Mnnnghhh~”

Rarity paused cautiously. “Is something wrong, dear?”

“N-NO! No, uhhh… p-please keep going…” Spoiled cringed when she heard how frantically her voice sounded. It may have been from the desperation of getting this over with, but it also sounded very obviously horny. Rarity didn’t say anything, but she replied with an awkward nod before moving the tape elsewhere. Another sharp gasp came out of Spoiled’s muzzle when she felt the tape wrap around one of her fidgeting thighs. She could feel her pussy leaking more into the training pants, which were getting increasingly heavier within the confines of her shorts. Her marehood was convulsing hard inside of that vibrating belt, stimulating her like mad and causing her to bite her hoof. “Nnnnffff… Hnnnnghhh~”

“Mrs. Rich, are you sure everything is alright?” Rarity’s voice was bordering between worry and annoyance when she paused once more. “I only have a couple more measurements I need to double-check.”

“I-I’m okay, I swear!” she blurted out with her head hung low. “S-Sorry, just… just a little too much coffee…”

That lie may have been faker than her charity donations, but the mention of fluids caused her to freeze up with her eyes wide-open. She had been under so much strenuous teasing, that it wasn’t until then that she finally realized how long it had been since she peed. Her muscles continued to twitch and spasm in place, but the terror Spoiled Rich felt helped her immensely in that moment. Sure, she was still feeling those sharp pulsations hitting her clit like crazy, but she was also able to notice that growing pressure from her bladder. Even though she was adequately prepared for any accidents, her pupils shrank in dread nonetheless.

“Hmmm…” Rarity was becoming more uncomfortable, but she took advantage of Spoiled’s stoic state to get the last of her measurements confirmed rather quickly. Much to her relief, it seemed that all of the numbers sent by Spoiled weeks ago were still accurate to her form now. She needed less than a minute to complete Spoiled’s measurements, and smiled softly in satisfaction. “Alright, I think everything is in order, Mrs. Rich.”

Her magic then grabbed hold of the back of Spoiled’s waistband. “Although I might need to double-check your waist…”

Rarity’s eyes shot wide-open, while Spoiled gasped silently in shock. She hadn’t expected the unicorn to pull back her spandex shorts, which in turn exposed her training pants just underneath. The unicorn blushed profusely, and snapped the waistband back in place less than a second after seeing the padding on Spoiled’s rump. That elastic slap was more than enough to make the older mare moan out deeply. She crumpled on the floor in a moment of weakness, her knees quivering and her pussy getting wetter behind her belt.

“O-OH! Ummm… N-Nevermind! I have your measurements!” Rarity quickly scurried out of the room, her face a beet-red to hide her shocked expression. Spoiled was trying not to panic while hiding her face, unable to even look over at the pony who saw her padding. She hoped that the mare wouldn’t say anything about this, but her winking marehood and swelling bladder were keeping her from dwelling on those thoughts for too long. From the other room, Rarity blurted out, “D-Don’t worry, Mrs. Rich! I have your dress right here! Uhhh… I-Is there anything you need? I promise I won’t say a word!”

Spoiled may have been overwhelmed while hunched over on the floor, but she threw her head back up to try and regain her focus. Since Rarity sounded a bit panicked, she could only assume that the unicorn was trying not to get in any trouble for seeing her training pants nonconsensually. After a harsh shudder, the mare struggled to get back up right and speak somewhat confidently. “Nnnfff~ I-I, errrr… I might need a… a second bag, please?”

It was impressive she was able to remember that detail, as well as the fact that she actually asked politely. Although, given how badly her mind was being frayed by the torture to her clit, it was obvious she wasn’t entirely herself. Spoiled was halfway to the front doors when Rarity ran up behind her, and floated the two bags atop her back. “Umm, please have a nice day!” said the dress-maker with a flustered smile, her eyes repeatedly darting down at that more noticeable padding beneath Spoiled’s shorts. “Your diap--DRESS! Your d-dress and second bag are right here! Your husband already prepaid, so uhhh… have a nice day.”

“BYE!” Spoiled barely noticed the bags on her back when she waddled away from the shop as fast as she could. Rarity remained at the doorway with a confounded look, and stared at the mare’s rump as she rushed off. A couple of ponies passing by paused to see what was up with Spoiled Rich, but Rarity was the only one who noticed that faint bulge in her shorts…

In addition, she also saw something else that made her ask herself, “Was… Was she… leaking?”