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It had only been a couple of months since the day of the educational grilling in the home of the small family of ponies, and still the son nursed his memory of his sore bottom from that in-store spanking. Oh, that had been bad...a blow to his bottom AND to his pride. Being spanked in front of the entire store, pleading and begging for Daddy to stop, but to no avail!
But, he thought as he came home from school, leaving his report card laying on the table, along with some homework he was about to do, at least something good HAD come of the horror his bottom had faced that day. And not even the kind of good that had followed, with Daddy teaching him how to grill and season. No, this was even BETTER than that.
See, while Daddy was strict, Momma was usually a good bit more lax on him. He’d heard her say once that Daddy favored the firm and stern model, while she favored a gentle hoof. Which, he mused, as he got himself a snack from the fridge, made sense. After all, Daddy was a guard.
But Mommy had really lit into him that day when she found out what happened. “It was an accident! There was no need to publicly humiliate him! A simple scolding would have sufficed!” he had overheard her yelling, and heard her shutting down all his Dad’s justifications for that spanking too.
In the end, Daddy had come in and actually apologized, and admitted he was being too hard on him, and that he WAS still a colt. And they had hugged and made up and all that sappy stuff...complete with a kiss to Daddy’s cheek that NEITHER of them would ever admit to Mommy.
But, the next day, Daddy had come in with a present as well...an I’m Sorry present just for him!
The colt smiled as he sipped from his juicebox, nibbling his cookies as he got down to business with the math problems his teacher had set them for the day. Nothing too very hard, but he still questioned why he needed to know how to divide 1373 by 19, and why that was even important to life.
But, he thought as he came home from school, leaving his report card laying on the table, along with some homework he was about to do, at least something good HAD come of the horror his bottom had faced that day. And not even the kind of good that had followed, with Daddy teaching him how to grill and season. No, this was even BETTER than that.
See, while Daddy was strict, Momma was usually a good bit more lax on him. He’d heard her say once that Daddy favored the firm and stern model, while she favored a gentle hoof. Which, he mused, as he got himself a snack from the fridge, made sense. After all, Daddy was a guard.
But Mommy had really lit into him that day when she found out what happened. “It was an accident! There was no need to publicly humiliate him! A simple scolding would have sufficed!” he had overheard her yelling, and heard her shutting down all his Dad’s justifications for that spanking too.
In the end, Daddy had come in and actually apologized, and admitted he was being too hard on him, and that he WAS still a colt. And they had hugged and made up and all that sappy stuff...complete with a kiss to Daddy’s cheek that NEITHER of them would ever admit to Mommy.
But, the next day, Daddy had come in with a present as well...an I’m Sorry present just for him!
The colt smiled as he sipped from his juicebox, nibbling his cookies as he got down to business with the math problems his teacher had set them for the day. Nothing too very hard, but he still questioned why he needed to know how to divide 1373 by 19, and why that was even important to life.
