Twilight Sparkle trotted inside the library that she called home, a soon to fade grin plastered all over her face. She and her friends had just returned from celebrating Rarity's birthday in Canterlot, and though it had been fun, it was time to... resume... studying...
The unicorn came to an abrupt halt when the state of the library was finally proccessed by her brain. It wasn't a complete disaster, mind you, but several things were still wrong. The books Twilight had been using before her trip were still stacked up, the couch still had a hay-smoothie stain on it from her (successful) attempt at transmutation, and quills and scrap paper were still spread across the work desk.
All things she had instructed Spike to clean up.
"Spiiiiiike!" She called out, at first concerned he wasn't home at all. Twilight's expression became cross however, when she heard the familiar sound of clawed feet shuffling around upstairs. "Spike, why haven't you cleaned all this up yet? You've had two days!" She reprimanded while going up the stairs and confronting her assistant.
The purple and green dragon was sitting in a chair placed in the middle of their shared bedroom. He eyed his boss with a mischievous grin. "Welcome home Twilight, and welcome... to your doom!" He cackled. Any possible intimidation his words carried was killed however by the barely contained laughter Spike was struggling not to burst into. He knew Twilight is prone to freak outs, and knows he's in for a real show once he reveals the new status quo.
"Is this some kind of joke, Spike? You've had two who days to tidy this place up!"
"Oh, but I have cleaned the library Twilight. I cleaned half of it. Seeing as you are the only other person living in this place, you have to clean up the other half."
"Spike, you're being ridiculous. I.." Twilight began to retort, but Spike cut her off, shoving a letter in her face.
"Princess Celestia dosen't think I'm being ridiculous." Twilight's eyes grew to enormous proportions as she read the letter, which was hoof stamped with the personal seal of the sun goddess herself.
To my most faithful student...
Although it warmed my heart to see you all in Canterlot, I could not help but notice your dear assistant Spike was not present. I wrote to him, inquiring if he had fallen ill, and I must make it clear that I am very dissapointed by what I have learned in the following correspondence. Based on what Spike has told me, you have not been treating your oldest friend with the respect he deserves. To correct this, I have two decrees for you, my student.
The first is that you must do half the work to keep your residence habitable. Besides friendship, I was hoping living outside Canterlot would teach you how to live on your own. I did not intend you to dump your responsibilities on Spike.
Secondly, should you become unfair or demeaning towards Spike, I have given him permission to spank you on the flank. The first spanking is to occur once you finish this letter, and later ones dispensed at Spike's choosing. I will be writing to both of you regularly to ensure neither of you are being cruel or unfair. Should either of you become unreasonable, I will personally spank the offending party before the entire royal court.
Your Disappointed Mentor,
Princess Celestia.
Twilight's mouth hung open. This couldn't be right, could it? It's just some stupid prank Spike cooked up, right? But no, it was Celestia's hoofwriting, and the royal seal was completely accurate. Had she really been treating her oldest friend so badly..?
The unicorn's train of thought was interrupted when a gentle tap on her flank startled her into the air. Gripping the ceiling fan, Twilight looked down to see Spike with a measuring stick in hand, tapping his foot impatiently. "Come on down Twilight, the princess has spoken." He spoke with glowing excitement. He wasn't completely sure why, but the idea of having Twilight on her knees, to have power over the one who had traditionally controlled his life... the idea was invigorating. Like when he tried framing the owl, only better, and somehow... warmer.
A couple minutes later, Twilight lay belly down on her bed, haunches dangling over the edge. Spike stood behind her, gently smacking the measuring stick against his open palm. "Now Twilight, I know you never meant to make my life difficult, so I'll go easy on you. This time." Purple target in sight, Spike wound his arm up as Twilight closed her eyes in terror.
SMACK!
The stick struck Twilight on the behind, not hard enought to leave a welt, but still strong enough to bend and rustle her smooth flesh against the cold, solid stick.
The unicorn's eyes flashed open, more from surprise then pain. It was almost kind of relieving to have the first blow strike, to end the anxious, squirming wait...
SMACK!
All relief drained from the unicorn once the second, harder spank connected. She could feel the tendrils of pain soaking into her behind, the larger then she'd like to admit globes bouncing about without her imput. The first wave of pain finally reached her brain, having lit up every nerve in her body as it ripples forward.
Almost involuntarily, Twilight began to squirm slightly, wriggling her body about to move the sore spot on her rump out of the firing some. Spike reacted and
SMACK!
Gave her another spank, wordlessly chiding her for thinking she could mitigate her punishment, this time eliciting a low squeal. This caused Spike to pause, thinking he may have hit her too hard for her first time. "Still, that noise she just made!" He thought to himself. "That's a noise I've only heard in my dreams..."
"Is it over? I hope it's over, Spike is stronger than he LOOKS!"
SMACK!
Twilight yellped inside her head as Spike delivered a softer spank to her backside, now glowing with a soft pink warm.
"Alright, last one Twilight." Spike cocked back like the baseball hitters of Minotaur country, and after a few seconds of suspense...
SMACK!
The measuring stick was dropped to the floor, and Spike jumped onto the bed while Twilight rubbed her aching flank. It was a severe spanking by any stretch of logic, but Twilight could usually use her magic to dull the pain of injury. She dared not do do so now, however, for fear of Celestia's wrath.
"Do you know how it feels now Twilight?" Spike asked her, a somewhat sad tone in his voice. "I mean, I didn't really want to hurt you bad, but I felt like I had to make you see how it feels to be small and helpless, humiliated by people you consider your friends!" Although he was a little angry, Spike also felt a bit of self loathing for enjoying what he did to Twilight.
The unicorn, to her credit, spent a good chunk of time thinking hard about this. She HAD never quite broken her bad habits towards her assistant, even after learning the magic of friendship. Sure he could be a pest some times, but he was just a little kid, and further reflection of their time together made Twilight realize she has been far too harsh or disinterested in his well being. That is going to change!
"Spike... I'm sorry. The Princess is right, I haven't been treating you like a friend. I'm going to do my share of the house work, and we'll get you a real bed tomorrow." Twilight then added with a flushed look. "I really don't want everyone to see my bottom like this."
Real, honest to goodness joy lit up the dragon's face. "You mean that?" Twilight nodded. "All right!" Spike cheered while diving into a hug.
