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01/15/11(Sat)00:39 No. 22628592 File1295069958.png -(548 KB, 945x945, 1294695038779.png ) >>22628557 Big Macintosh bent down and picked up the switch. Raising his head, he waited for his cue. “Open your eyes and look at me, Applebloom” She forced her lids open and focused through the tears on her sister. Applejack briefly flashed back to the phone call she had received from the school. “We’re doing this fer yer own dang good. Maybe you’ll learn something and this won’t need to happen again.” Applebloom tried to voice her defense one last time, but her words only cracked as they barely whispered from her throat. Applejack looked at her brother and gave him a nod. With that, Big Macintosh made the first swipe. The sound of the stick snapping across her flank almost made her cry as much as the pain itself. She desperately fought back the urge to let it all out. She held on as the second and third and fourth had their way with her rear. “Ah’ m a big pony, Ah’m a big pony, Ah’m a big pony” She told herself. But it was ultimately fruitless. After the seventh lashing, Applebloom started to openly cry. Her tiny shrieks and bawls were complemented by the endless stream of tears dripping from her muzzle and staining the bench. At twelve lashes, Big Mac ended the punishment. It was the number he and Applejack had agreed on. He backed away from the bench, spat out the stick and moved to the side. Applebloom, her flanks covered in glowing red streaks, was still crying when big sister spoke to her. “Applebloom, get up off the bench and stand in front of me.” The filly did not need a second order. She slid off the wood and limped over to Applejack. She didn’t want to open her eyes. Applejack did.