Red Rears for Rose and Rouge: Chapter 3: Setting An Example

 Red Rears for Rose and Rouge:

Chapter 3: Setting An Example

By Yu May

Ignoring Amy Rose’s wails, Vanilla the Rabbit sternly delivered firm, steady spanks across the pink hedgehog’s panty clad posterior. Amy reflexively kicked her red boots once, before trying to hold as still as possible, desperate to show she was ready to be obedient. As tears welled up in Amy’s eyes, she felt her head rocking forward, and wondered if Mrs. Vanilla was about to drop her. But Vanilla kept an unbreakable grip on Amy’s waist, and kept her securely pinned under one arm. Amy thought about how, after all these years, Mrs. Vanilla could still easily hold up Amy’s entire weight. “Oh, please, Mrs. Vanilla! Ah! I won’t do it again! …Ow! …Owwie!”

As Vanilla landed another clap, then another, neither softening the pace nor the force of the spanking, she sighed softly. “I hope to see you keep that promise, Amy.”

Vanilla landed another swat for emphasis. “But I still have to give you a spanking to help you remember your promise. Understand?” 

Amy’s lip trembled. “...Yes, ma’am.”

After delivering another smack, Vanilla nodded. “Very good. Then let’s finish this first trial.”

Vanilla fell back into the steady spanking rhythm again. Amy hooted and howled, but didn’t beg or bargain any further.

As she watched from her uncomfortable seat in the timeout corner, Rouge the Bat struggled to keep count, guessing that she could expect the same punishment, or worse, if she tried to make a break for it. 

After administering no less than 100 spanks, Vanilla paused. “All right, Miss Rose. That was for trying to run away and making a scene. If I set you down, do you think you can show a better display of self-control?”

Already, Amy’s voice was a little tearful, but more from remorse than pain. “...yes…ma’am…sniff!”

Vanilla set Amy down on her feet and helped straighten her up, stroking Amy’s head and patting her shoulder. “That’s more like it. Now, Amy, I’ve never had a problem with you running away from a spanking before. Whatever got into you?”

Amy frowned, wiping away a couple tears with both hands, before she corrected her posture and tried to control her shaking voice. “I…I just panicked. I’d been watching you spank Rouge for so long, and all I could think about was how I was next.”

As Rouge shifted on her stool, she felt one of the wooden spikes dig into her freshly spanked backside, and tensed at the fresh reminder. Rouge started to swallow a lump in her throat, but thanks to the thick, sudsy soap bar in her mouth, she hacked it right back up. Rouge felt the soap bar nearly slip from her lips and bit down, not wanting to risk provoking Vanilla any further at the moment. As Rouge saw Vanilla and Amy’s eyes on her, the bratty bat felt a little spittle of drool dripping down from the soap bar.

Vanilla shook her head at Amy. “I understand you were scared, Amy. It’s normal to be scared before a spanking. But you’re also old enough to know better. I’ve seen you be brave and accept a punishment you had coming in the past. I hoped you could show Miss Rouge how to be obedient, and submit to chastisement with dignity, like a lady. Do you think you’re setting a good example, so far?”

Amy hung her head, then shook it meekly. “No, ma’am.”

“Well, do you want to try again?”

Amy looked up at Vanilla, her eyes watery. “Yes, please.”

Vanilla beamed. “That’s the spirit! In that case, fetch me the heavy wooden paddle. You know the one.”

Amy hunched her shoulders, then turned stiffly to look at the wall of spanking implements behind her. 

Rouge immediately guessed which paddle Vanilla meant. It could only be the one with the long handle, with a series of 12 holes drilled into it. Amy retrieved it and held it out to Vanilla, both of her hands trembling as she cradled the ferocious implement. 

Vanilla accepted the paddle, and smacked it experimentally against her own palm. The resulting “Thwack” was surprisingly audible, despite how gentle the gesture seemed. “Amy, I bared Miss Rouge’s behind today for being disobedient during a spanking. I think it’s only fair that you get the same treatment, for the same offense. But what do you think? Do you deserve a bare bottom spanking for how you behaved?”

Amy winced. She had once answered, “No,” to a similar question. Vanilla hadn’t been angry, but she had also asked a few probing questions, until Amy had found herself agreeing with Vanilla. In her heart, Amy knew the correct answer. “Yes, ma’am…do you want to bare my bottom now? …Or do you want me to do it?”

“It’s your choice, Amy.”

Amy gripped the hem of her mini skirt. “I…I’d like to do it myself, please. I want to show you I can be more brave, this time.”

Vanilla nodded. “Very good. Then you know what to do.”

Amy took a shaky breath, then quickly dropped her panties, stepped out of them, and folded them neatly.

Vanilla gestured to the high-backed chair with the paddle. “Set those down, then stand two feet in front of the chair.” 

Wordlessly, Amy set her panties down beneath the chair, then rested her hands on either side of the seat, bending over to present her quivering bottom as a target.

As Vanilla pulled a wooden clothespin from her pocket, she smiled, then neatly pinned up Amy’s skirt to reveal her bright pink bottom. “You read my mind! I see you remember our previous discussion in the woodshed, over that foolish matter with the Ring of Acorn?”

Amy kept her eyes forward, focused on the beautiful, hand-carved headrest of the chair. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Then you should also recall what you promised me that day?”

“That I would never, ever play with dangerous magic ever again, and that I would stop to think before taking foolish risks.”

“And what about today? Do you think it was wise to go galavanting after Chaos Emeralds alone, without telling anyone?”

“Um…I told Tails? He made me the Chaos Emerald Locator!”

Vanilla gave Amy’s bottom a soft tap with the paddle, at half strength. Nevertheless, Amy’s tail twitched as she felt the smack, and with dread she realized that even that light test swing had been more than enough to produce a fresh sting across her buttocks. Vanilla glided the cool wood of the paddle across Amy’s bottom. “Tails is still a child. You know better than that. Did you tell your parents?”

“Uh…no, Mrs. Vanilla. I just…didn’t think to?”

As Vanilla patted Amy’s bottom softly, Amy felt her upper torso rock forward slightly. She knew from experience that once the real paddling began, she would have to mentally “accept” every stroke of the paddle, and allow her body weight to roll with each stroke.

Vanilla clicked her tongue. “Exactly. You didn’t think. Fighting with Rouge was silly. Attacking Gemerl was cruel. But not thinking was the first of the series of bad decisions that brought you to this point. Do you have anything else to say for yourself?”

Amy lowered her forehead to the seat of the chair, with a groan. “...No…I feel so stupid.”

Vanilla lowered the paddle and circled around kneeled to Amy’s eye level, “Amy, dear, you are not stupid. You acted foolishly. You can’t fix stupid, but the good news is…” 

Vanilla stroked Amy’s cheek, looking her in the eye. “...You can fix foolish. If you learn from this experience, I know you can do better in future. You can make good choices.”

Amy’s eyes shone. “Really? You don’t think I’m an air head, Mrs. Vanilla?”

Vanilla shook her head. “You are not an air head. If I ever hear anyone call Amy Rose an air head…I’ll give them something to think about. I don’t care who it is, including you, Amy. They’ll get an instant trip to the woodshed. Which reminds me…”

Vanilla strolled back to her position and rested the flat-surface of the paddle against Amy’s backside. “Because you agreed to take responsibility, and help fix the damage you caused this week, I’m not giving you a full-length paddling. Think of this as your last warning. But because you also made several foolish choices today, I’m giving you three separate sets of strokes. You will get five paddle swats to remind you to think before you act…” 

Vanilla emphasized her words with a soft slap of the paddle. “...Another five paddle swats for that absurd display of temper, fighting with Miss Rouge in the village center…” 

Another slap, but firm enough to make the point clear. The real spanking was about to start. “...And another ten strokes for attacking Gemerl. And you will be apologizing to him as soon as we’re finished here. I expect you to count each stroke…Oh! And remember to say thank you. And grit your teeth, so you don’t bite your tongue by mistake. Are you ready?”

Amy swallowed, instantly feeling her guilt return, slamming down on her chest like a rock slide. “Yes, ma’am….thank you ma’am.”

Rouge almost swooned. If twenty strokes with a paddle was considered a “warning shot.” Rouge shuddered to think what a full paddling would be.

Vanilla delivered the first proper stroke of the paddle, the impact easily flattening both of Amy’s butt cheeks like two pancakes. Amy rocked several inches forward, then rolled back. Amy seethed, her jaw clenched tight. “Tsss! One, ma’am! …Thank you, ma’am!”

Amy managed to keep in position and count the first five strokes without incident. On the sixth stroke, Amy yelped, then fidgeted as she felt the rising heat, rubbing one of her boots against the back of her leg. “Agh…Six, ma’am…Thank you, ma’am!”

“Feet on the ground, Amy. Take a deep breath, and tell me when you’re ready. The next stroke is number seven.” 

Amy whistled and stretched her legs. When Vanilla tapped the paddle against Amy’s backside, she decided she’d better not dawdle. “Yes, ma’am…ready, ma’am.”

Vanilla began the paddling anew. Amy’s yells were more pronounced this time. “Yeeow! …Seven, ma’am!”

Vanilla paused, then delivered a quick warning swat. “Remember to say ‘thank you.’”

Amy hissed, her teeth bared. “...Thank you!”

Vanilla’s ear perked at the absence of the word, “Ma’am” unsure if Amy meant it deliberately. Deciding to give Amy the benefit of the doubt, Vanilla chose to ignore it, and delivered the eighth stroke. 

Amy tried to hold in her scream, before it seemed to explode out of her mouth on its own. “Aaargh! Eight, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”

Pleased with Amy’s endurance, Vanilla glanced up, and caught Rouge’s eye. Vanilla was equally pleased to see Rouge sitting ramrod straight on the punishment stool, closely watching every moment of the punishment. Vanilla could read the look on Rouge’s face like an open book. As Vanilla delivered the ninth stroke of the paddle across Amy’s behind, Rouge was thinking, “...I’m next!” 

After stroke number ten, Amy remembered to count and say thank you. But after the eleventh swat…

“Yeeeaaaaiiiiieeee-heee! Teh-twelve, ma’am!”

“No, Amy. That was only eleven.”

“Eleven! I meant eleven!”

Vanilla raised an eyebrow and patted Amy’s bottom a few times. “Breathe in, breath out, Amy…now, try to count eleven again, and this time…mind your manners.”

Amy nodded furiously, fighting to ignore the lingering ache of the previous strokes. “Eleven, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

Immediately after she finished saying thank you, Amy felt the twelfth stroke land, and she gasped. Amy lowered her head onto the seat, her knees close to buckling, before straightening and repeating her count. Amy endured five more strokes with equal fortitude, but by stroke number 18, the cumulative effect of the paddling had taken its toll. Amy bellowed, and scrambled up onto the chair, clutching the back support like a long-lost friend, and grasping her flaming backside, feeling the heat through her white gloves. 

Vanilla didn’t scream, but she did use her dreaded mom voice. “Amy! Get off the chair. Back in position. And no rubbing!”

Amy felt fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she quickly climbed down and reassumed the position. “Yes, ma’am! Sorry, ma’am!”

“You’re almost there. Take a moment to catch your breath, then finish your count.”

Amy took a few shaky breaths, and felt her nose clogging from the tears. “Schniff! Eighteen, ma’am. Thank you ma’am.” 

Vanilla pressed the paddle against Amy’s bottom gently. Even without any force, Amy could feel the wooden surface trapping the radiant heat from her own backside against her like a furnace. “If you leave position again, or put your hands on your bottom, I’m adding extra swats. Grit your teeth, and tell me when you’re ready.”

Amy snorted, and felt her sinuses clear. “Yes, ma’am…ready, ma’am!”

Vanilla administered the nineteenth stroke with such force, Amy had to catch herself to keep from getting knocked forward and out of position. But she was ready. Amy gagged, then squealed her count. “Agh! Nineteeeeen! Ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”

The twentieth swat landed at a slightly upward angle, catching both of Amy’s sit spots as it glided across her lower cheeks, and the welts left by the previous stroke. Amy screamed, her voice going hoarse. “Aaaaahaaaa! Twenty! Twenty, ma’am! Oh, my, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Thank you, ma’am!”

Vanilla laid a hand on Amy’s back. “There, there. You made it. That was a sound paddling, and all things considered, I’d say you took it well. You may stand up, Amy.”

Amy moaned as she arched her back, grasping her bottom. “Oooh! My aching–”

Vanilla clapped Amy’s upper thigh. “Amy! Hands off your booty!”

Amy stood at attention, like a soldier. “Yes, ma’am! Sorry ma’am!”

Vanilla tapped her foot as she looked Amy in the eye, her eyes narrow. “Will I need to give you another spanking, to remind you not to rub your bottom in timeout?”

Amy shook her head, quailing under Vanilla’s gaze. “No, ma’am! I’ll remember, ma’am!”

Vanilla held up the paddle, gesturing to point Amy toward the corner where Rouge was currently sitting. “Very good, Amy. In that case, I’ll have you stand in timeout. No need to sit. I trust you’ll resist the temptation to rub. Miss Rouge, you may leave your stool.”

Flapping her bat wings, Rouge literally flew away from the punishment stool, before she came skipping to a halt. Vanilla pulled out the empty soap box from her pocket, and popped the soap bar out of Rouge’s mouth. Rouge spluttered slightly, before Vanilla offered her a handkerchief. “Use this. You may keep it, so scrub out whatever you can reach for now.”

Rouge mumbled something that could either have been a “Thank you,” or something much ruder, before she stuffed the handkerchief in her mouth and scraped at the thin film of soap that now caked the entire inside of her mouth.

Vanilla waited patiently until Rouge finally straightened up to look at her. Feeling embarrassed, Rouge reached to stuff the handkerchief in her back pocket, only to find that her leggings were still tugged down across her ankles, and felt even more embarrassed. Finally, Rouge stuffed the handkerchief into her bosom, and poked it down out of sight. “Ahem…I take it I’m getting a paddling, ma’am?”

Vanilla nodded. “Yes, but first I want to make sure you understand why. You also went after the Chaos Emeralds, on your own, just like Amy. You got into that absurd fight with her, and you attacked Gemerl without provocation. I think you deserve the exact same number of strokes Amy got. But, have you anything to say in your defense?”

“Well, I wasn’t going after the Chaos Emeralds for no good reason. I’ve collected them before, for important clients.”

“Oh, like Dr. Robotnik?”

Rouge was incensed. “Hey! I was never really working for Eggman! I was a double agent for G.U.N.”

Vanilla nodded. “I see. I apologize for suggesting otherwise. I only heard about the ARK incident after the fact. You’ll have to tell me the whole story sometime.”

Rouge relaxed slightly. She would have felt flattered, if not for the fact her exposed, aching ass acted as a constant reminder of her bruised ego. “Well…I will! I’m perfectly capable of protecting a Chaos emerald. The President has trusted me with tracking down the Chaos Emeralds in the past.”

“Just not in the present.”

Rouge shrugged. “...Not exactly, but the government has never expressly forbidden me from collecting the Chaos Emeralds, either.”

“Has it occurred to you that some ideas are really bad ideas, regardless of what the Government does, or doesn’t, tell you?”

Rouge looked around, and found no answers to this puzzler written on the walls of the woodshed. “Well, what’s so bad about me protecting the Chaos Emeralds? Who better than an international jewel thief to keep a priceless gemstone safe?”

Vanilla blinked. “You’re an international jewel thief?”

Rouge suddenly remembered the giant wall of spanking implements hanging right behind Vanilla. “Ex international jewel thief! Former! Pardoned! Reformed! My point is…I can be trusted to keep a Chaos Emerald out of the wrong hands!”

Vanilla hummed, her ears twitching. “Hmm...I agree. I think you’re the perfect person to take responsibility for a Chaos Emerald. So, in that case, I’m willing to lighten your punishment. I will spare you five strokes of the paddle, on the condition that you promise to do whatever is necessary to keep the Chaos Emeralds safe.”

Standing in her corner, Amy peeped curiously over her shoulder.

Rouge’s ears and wings trembled with joy. “Yes! Of course! I promise!”

Vanilla smiled sweetly. “Excellent! In that case, why don’t you show me those three Chaos Emeralds you were waving around earlier?”

Rouge giggled as she stuffed her hand down her bosom and produced a suspiciously large briefcase. She popped it open to reveal three Chaos Emeralds, held securely in place. “Oh, these babies? Quite a magnificent collection, isn’t it?”

“Exactly. I don’t think it’s a good idea for any young woman to carry around three out of seven of the most powerful objects in the universe. That’s just asking for trouble. I said I thought you could be trusted to protect a Chaos Emerald. I’ll find safe homes for the other two.” 

Rouge’s smile froze as she put two and two together. “But…I found them! They were abandoned property. That means they belong to me!”

“But if we want to keep them from being used for evil, the safest thing to do is to store them at different locations. Didn’t you just promise me that you were willing to do whatever it took to keep the Chaos Emeralds out of the clutches of evil?”

 “But I’m perfectly capable of doing that! Surely, if I can be trusted to keep one safe, I can just as easily keep three safe.”

“Perhaps you could. But for now, I think I’m only willing to trust you with one Chaos Emerald.”

Rouge gazed hungrily at the Chaos Emeralds. “Can…can I take the extra paddling, instead? Wouldn’t that prove how serious I am about keeping them…uh…keeping them safe?”

Vanilla shook her head. “It’s not about punishment. It’s about trust. You can’t change my mind by letting me spank you, any more than I can force you to change your mind by spanking you. You promised me you wanted to protect the Emeralds. What do you think is the safest place for them?”

Rouge swallowed, her hand hesitating as she reached for each of the Chaos Emeralds in turn, admiring their distinct colors. “Well…there have been quite a few badniks tracking me recently. Could you keep…this one…safe for me?”

With an expression that made it clear she’d far rather endure a long spanking, Rouge held out the Emerald for Vanilla, who scooped it up, and tucked it into the folds of her dress. “Of course. And the second one?”

Rouge took a trembling breath. “Vanilla, I think you should let me keep these two. I have two, distinct, fool-proof plans to keep them secret, and keep them safe. Eggman will never get his hands on them!”

Vanilla shook her head. “And where are these two hiding spots?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. That’s the whole point.”

Vanilla’s nose twitched. “Are you trying to be funny?”

Rouge shook her head. “No. But if you don’t trust me, then I won’t argue. I’ll just have to wait until I’ve earned your trust.”

Rouge didn’t hesitate as she took the second Chaos Emerald and handed it to Vanilla. Vanilla examined her reflection in the gem. “Amy told me about how you stood between her and danger during the first part of your silly little fight. I think you can be trusted to keep track of two gems.”

Slowly, deliberately, Vanilla handed the Chaos Emerald back to Rouge.

Rouge looked at the second Chaos Emerald with disbelief, before quickly returning it to the briefcase and stuffing it down her bra. “Yes! Trust! I love trusting people! We should all do trust falls after…my spanking.”

Vanilla giggled, then held up the wooden paddle. “Oh dear, I’d almost forgotten. Well, Miss Rouge the Bat, since you’ve shown a remarkable improvement in your attitude since your first spanking, I’m willing to let you off with fifteen strokes of the paddle. Does that sound fair to you, Amy? You got twenty after all.”

Amy shook her head. “Yes, Mrs. Vanilla. That makes sense. I don’t want Rouge to get any more swats than she has to.”

Vanilla gestured to the chair. “Thak you for understanding, Amy. In that case, Miss Rouge, you may…assume the angle.”

…

Buddy the Quokka swallowed as he got an eyeful of Rouge the Bat’s red bottom through the key hole. “Oh man, now Mrs. Vanilla’s gonna paddle the bratty bat girl!”

Honey the Squirrel shoved to take his spot at the key hole. “My turn!”

“Huh? Hold on, I just started my turn!”

Honey whistled as she watched Rouge bend over to assume the position for her paddling. “Buddy got to watch Amy’s hand spanking, and you got to watch Amy’s paddling. It’s my turn. Isn’t that right, Buddy?”

Buddy the Fox tensed as he overheard the tell-tale, echoing, “WHOP!” that announced the beginning of Rouge’s paddling. “Uh…sounds fair to me…” 

Barry scowled as he pressed his eye against the thin crack in the door. “Ugh! Why do you have to side with the girl?”

Buddy opened his mouth, but when he heard a second crack of the paddle, followed by Rouge’s trailing cries, he shut his mouth with a snap.

Honey clicked her tongue as she watched intently through the keyhole, her hands folded neatly behind her back. “Tut, tut, you two. If you don’t hush, we’re sure to get caught!”

…

Rouge howled, and clutched her bottom with both hands. She could practically feel the long, straight edged welt left by the paddle as it slowly rose across the flesh of her lower buttocks. “Yeeeaaaiiiieeee! Noooo! No more!”

Vanilla placed one hand on the small of Rouge’s back, then slapped Rouge across the thighs with the paddle. “Hands down, Rouge. If you disobey again, I’m adding the five strokes back to your total.”

Rouge’s hands shook as she gripped her bottom tighter. “Yes, ma’am! I’ll obey ma’am.”

Vanilla waited, but Rouge’s hands stayed firmly in place. “Brave words, Miss Rouge. But actions speak louder than words…” Vanilla stroked the paddle gently along Rouge’s lower bottom, “Obey, now.”

With an effort, Rouge tore her hands away from her bottom, and gripped the seat. “Th-three, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”

As Rouge looked furtively over her shoulder, she saw Vanilla shaking her head. “I know you can do better than that, Miss Rouge. That stroke doesn’t count.”

“B-but…”

Vanilla tapped Rouge’s bottom with the paddle. “Would you prefer to start over from the beginning?”

“No, ma’am!”

“Then you’d do well to make an effort. Let’s try giving you something to help you concentrate. Grit your teeth, then repeat after me: ‘I have been a bad girl. And I deserve this spanking!’”

Rouge swallowed, then answered meekly. “...I’ve been a bad girl...And I deserve this spanking.”

Vanilla landed a firm stroke of the paddle. “Now, count three.”

Rouge grimaced, then hissed. “Ssshh! …Three, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

Vanilla pressed the paddle gently against Rouge’s caboose, letting her feel the rising heat. “Every time you’re tempted to think about your poor little bottom, how badly it smarts, and how dearly you want the spanking to stop, instead, I want you to repeat those words to yourself. Again. ‘I have been a bad girl. And I deserve this spanking.’”

Rouge whined as she shuffled her feet, then mumbled the words as instructed. “Aaaaw…mmm…I’m a bad girl. And I deserve this spanking.”

Rouge’s eyes popped open as she felt the impact of the paddle, but she caught herself from being sent flying up and over the chair. “Yeeeoooowww! …Four, ma’am…thank you, ma’am!”

Rouge and Vanilla quickly fell into a steady pattern. After Rouge caught her breath, she would repeat the words from memory. The moment Rouge was finished, Vanilla would deliver the next stroke. Rouge's voice gradually became more strained, and sometimes she mixed up the exact words, but the ritual had exactly the effect Vanilla had hoped for. Before each and every spank, Rouge had time to mentally and physically prepare herself. Rouge endured the next six strokes without struggling, but by the eleventh she was reaching her limit. “Eeeeyaaiiiieeeee! Eeee…eleven, ma’am! Crap!”

Vanilla used a quick flick of her wrist to snap the paddle across Rouge’s sore behind. “I’ve warned you once about using the word ‘Crap,’ under my roof. The next time I hear it, you will receive an additional spanking, along with a mouth-washing.”

Rouge flinched as she felt the warning tap, her knees knocking. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am!”

Vanilla rubbed soft circles across Rouge’s bottom with the paddle. “Good. Now, remember to say thank you. Then, when you’re ready, you know what to do.”

Rouge nodded as she caught her breath, and struggled to remember her words. “Yes, ma’am!...Thank you, ma’am! …Phew…I’m a b-bad girl…and I need a spa-spanking…”

Rouge had a feeling she didn’t get the words exactly right, but Vanilla was satisfied, and delivered the next stroke without further lecturing. Rouge counted the twelfth stroke, and remembered her thank you. After two more strokes, Rouge gradually broke down into uncontrolled tears, gasping the words between racking sobs. Rouge trembled uncontrollably before she repeated her words, and accepted the fifteenth and final stroke. After the paddle landed, Rouge hopped in place, then sank to her knees. “Fuh-fifteen, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!” 

As she noticed she’d technically left her position, Rouge’s eyes popped open, and she twitched back up to grip the chair. “Sorry, ma’am!”

Vanilla pressed the paddle against Rouge’s backside. “Why do you say you’re sorry?”

Rouge swallowed. “Be-because I flinched again.”

“Do you need another spanking to remind you to hold still during a spanking?”

Two fresh tears spilled down Rouge’s already wet cheeks as she twisted to look at Rouge. “I…I think I’ve been a bad girl. And I deserve to be spanked. Please, Mrs. Vanilla, give me the five extra strokes you promised me.”

Vanilla raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t planned on giving Rouge any additional strokes, if she could help it. “Oh? I’m quite satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly spanked. Are you sure?”

Rouge nodded, glancing at Amy in the corner. “I don’t think it’s fair that I get fewer strokes than Amy, for making the same mistake. I should have known better than to go hunting after Chaos Emeralds alone, without clearance from HQ.”

Vanilla stroked Rouge’s back, then secured her grip on Rouge’s waist. “In that case, I propose I give you five quick swats, so you can get this over with. No need to repeat your words, or your count. Just take a deep breath, and tell me when you’re ready.”

Rouge exhaled, then steeled herself, gritting her teeth. “Ready, ma’am!”

Vanilla popped the paddle across Rouge’s aching bottom five times, in quick succession. To Rouge’s displeasure, she noticed every swat still had plenty of weight behind it, but it was over so quick, it was as if her brain registered it as one, big, final spanking, rather than five. 

Rouge seethed, her breath shaky. “...Thank you, ma’am!” 

 

“You’re welcome, Miss Rouge. That was a heroic effort. Now…up you get. Amy? Come join us. Both of you, put your hands behind your head.”

Amy and Rouge obeyed, looking nervously askance at one another. They both felt the cool air keenly against their glowing, red-hot rears. 

Vanilla settled herself into the chair with a contented sigh. Vanilla was so tall, that she was at eye level with the other two when seated. “First, let’s discuss my expectations for the rest of the week. I don’t believe either of you are bad girls at heart. You’re both good girls, who made bad decisions. But there is still a price to pay for those decisions. This week, you will be doing plenty of chores around Floral Forest Village, starting with cleaning up the debris left by your…altercation. Do you agree that’s fair?”

Amy and Rouge both nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Vanilla stood, towering over both of them. “Secondly, you will be guests in my home this week. I expect you to be polite, and set a good example for Cream and the other neighbor children…including the language you use.”

Vanilla caught Rouge’s eye as she added the last phrase, pointedly. “As long as you are living under my roof, I will treat you with the same respect and consideration I owe to my own daughter. That includes administering discipline, when needed. Now, Amy dear, do you recall what kind of behavior earns you a bedtime spanking, in my home?”

Amy clutched the back of her head, her memory as just keen as the sting in her keister. “Yes, Mrs. Vanilla. We get bedtime spankings for doing something dangerous. Anything that endangers ourselves, or others.”

Rouge looked befuddled. “A…bedtime spanking? How’s that different from any other spanking?”

Vanilla’s ears flopped as she turned to look at Rouge. “It’s not all that different. A bedtime spanking is, as the name suggests, delivered immediately before bedtime. It’s meant to act as reinforcement. A keen reminder to take greater care of your one, precious life. For that reason, I’ll be giving you both a bedtime spanking tonight. Any objections?”

Amy and Rouge both shook their heads. Privately, Rouge was squirming at the thought of yet another spanking, but something about the sensation of a freshly spanked bottom reminded her to be polite. “No, ma’am!”

Vanilla looked at Amy, with a wry smile. “Very good. Now, Amy, both you and Rouge earned a bare-bottomed spanking today. Could you explain to Miss Rouge what kind of behavior merits a bare bottom?”

Amy inhaled sharply. “Yes, ma’am. Any deliberate disobedience, defiance, or disrespect equals a spankin’ on our bare butts.”

“Correct. Now, here is my dilemna…ordinarily, I insist that a bare bottom must remain fully bare until the spanking is finally over. The point is to give you a constant, sobering reminder of the penalty for willfulness. But since your bedtime spanking signals the final end of your punishment…that means this spanking isn’t over yet. Do you understand what that means?”

Amy and Rouge’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Rouge stammered. “You’re…you’re going to make us walk home…like this?”

Amy’s lip trembled. “But…everyone will see our…uh, our fannies! You’d never…I mean, you always say a spanking should be a private affair, if possible!”

Vanila tapped her foot. “Yes. If possible. The two of you already made quite a spectacle of yourselves in public. Perhaps I should make an exception, and let our neighbors see precisely what happens to naughty young ladies who start pointless fights…” 

Amy and Rouge froze. They might have resembled statues, except for their quivering hindquarters.

Vanilla looked down on them from on high, like a queen, before she finally cracked a buck-toothed smile. “On the other hand…the point of this spanking is to teach you girls humility, not degrade you. Seems I’ll have to make an exception after all. For the sake of your modesty, I won’t insist that your bottoms remain bare until the spanking is completely over…just this once. You may stay dressed, until it’s time for your last spanking of the day, right before bedtime.”

Tears of gratitude sprang to Amy and Rouge’s eyes as they both stammered. “Yes’m! Thank you!”

Vanilla held up a finger. “Hold on. Let’s get one thing straight. You girls are on probation. If I have to deal with any more fighting, or obstinance, or foul language in public today, I won’t hesitate to spank you in public. The dignity of privacy is a privilege, not a right. Do I make myself clear?”

Amy bounced up and down on her heels. “Yes, Mrs. Vanilla!”

Rouge’s breasts heaved as she finally managed to exhale. “Clear as crystal…ma’am.”

Vanilla gestured to Rouge’s leggings and Amy’s panties. “In that case, why don’t you two make yourselves decent? It’s too late for morning tea, and we’ve missed lunch, but if we hurry, I think we’ll have time for a snack and afternoon tea.”

…

Honey the Squirrel’s red fur stood on end as she saw Amy and Rouge rush to get dressed. “Shoot! They’re wrapping up! We’ve gotta get out of—”

Honey turned to find her mother right behind her…and neither of the boys. “Huh? Where did they–”

“Honey Catalina Squirrel, what on earth are you doing here, young lady?”

“Uh…I wanted to ask Mrs. Vanilla something?”

“Oh? And what is that, precisely?”

Honey shifted on her feet, rubbing her hands together. “Well…you see…”

The door popped open behind Honey, and Mrs. Vanilla towered over her. Amy and Rouge were smiling sweetly, but when they noticed Honey, their smiles were quickly replaced by looks of horror and rage.

Mrs. Squirrel crossed her arms. “Honey, even when you’re in trouble, you can still choose to tell the truth.”

Honey hung her head. “Sigh…Hello, Mrs. Vanilla. I was gonna ask you how bad a spanking I should get for playing Peeping Tom on Amy and the bat lady getting spanked.”

Mrs. Vanilla shook her head. “I see. That was quite a naughty trick to play on them. Why don’t you start by apologizing to Miss Amy and Miss Rouge?”

Honey squirmed as she tried to look them each in the eye in turn. “I’m sorry, Amy. Sorry, Miss…Battenrouge Lady.”

Rouge flashed her vampiric teeth. “Sorry! You think you can just say you’re sorry and we’ll just–”

Amy smiled softly. “I forgive you, Honey.”

Rouge rounded on Amy, then glanced at Vanilla, and finally groaned. “Ugh…It’s okay, kid. I forgive you.”

Mrs. Squirrel huffed. “Hrmm! Thank you, young ladies. I promise you that Honey is going to be spanked, smartly and soundly, for snooping on you. Any recommendations, Mrs. Vanilla?”

“Do you still have that wooden spoon I loaned you?”

Mrs. Squirrel produced the implement. “I was just on my way to return it to you. It worked such wonders on improving Honey’s attitude, I thought I wouldn’t need it anymore…but would you mind if I borrowed it for another week?”

“It’s no trouble at all. And, of course, feel free to make use of the shed.”

Mrs. Squirrel beamed as she scooped up a nervous-looking Honey. “I’ll take you up on that!”

Vanilla put a hand on Amy and Rouge’s shoulder. “And never forget…even when you have to give a child a spanking, you must always do it with love!”

Mrs. Squirrel snorted, but at the sight of her nervous daughter, her expression softened somewhat. “You hear that, Honey? You have a spanking coming. But before we begin, I want you to know that I love you, even when you do something wrong.”

Honey sank into her mother’s embrace. “Yes, Mommy. I’m sorry I was bad. I’ll try to be brave for my spanking.”

Mrs. Squirrel kissed Honey on the forehead. “Good girl. Now, if you’ll excuse us…”

Honey and Mrs. Squirrel disappeared behind the woodshed door.

Vanilla cradled her cheek against her palm. “Poor little dear. I hope she learns from this ordeal. Come along, ladies. Let’s give them some privacy.” 

Rouge grumbled as she marched along behind Vanilla. “More courtesy than she gave us.”

Vanilla gave Rouge a very particular sort of look. Somehow, it reminded Rouge of the deep, lingering sting across her very sore bottom.  “...As we should. Always be patient with children, when they err.”

As they left the woodshed behind, they could make out the tell-tale, musical sound of a wooden spoon smacking against a certain squirrel girl’s backside, followed by Honey’s plaintive cries. But the noise quickly faded behind them as they approached Vanilla’s cottage.

The front door creaked open, slightly ajar. Cream the Rabbit peeped from behind it, Cheese the Chao nuzzled on top of her head. “Mommy? Are you all done spanking Miss Amy and Miss Rouge?”

“For now. They’re both getting a bedtime spanking. But they also did a good job accepting their punishment, so we’ll say no more about it. Cream, Cheese, would you two be my little helpers, please? Put on a kettle of water for tea. I’ll make sandwiches.”

Cream twirled a pirouette. “Oh! Afternoon tea on the porch? And it’s such a perfect day for it, too!”

Cheese the Chao chirped, in his distinctive Chao language. “Chao, chao!”

After Cream and Cheese dashed away, Vanilla turned to her other two charges. “Miss Amy, would you clean away what’s left from this morning’s tea? Miss Rouge, why don’t you set out another two chairs.”

Amy smiled. Even with the knowledge that she still had a spanking coming later, Amy finally felt like she was being restored to the status of being a good girl in Vanilla’s eyes. “We’re happy to help, Mrs. Vanilla!”

Rouge shrugged. “...Chairs? Uh, will Amy and I really need ‘em? I might prefer to stand.”

Vanilla clicked her tongue, but without a hint of her earlier disapproval. “Tsk, tsk! If you do that, everyone will know at once the reason why. There are two downy cushions on the couch. They should make sitting down a little more comfortable. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

Vanilla sang a sweet tune as she made her way to the kitchen, and prepared sandwiches. After a long, disastrous morning, she would finally have a moment to enjoy a relaxing cup of red vanilla tea.

Rouge felt her bottom twinge slightly as she fetched the chair and set it by the patio table. Then settled herself experimentally onto the feathery cushion. “Hmm…this isn’t too bad.”

Amy frowned as she balanced a plate and silverware on each arm. “I could use some help, ya know.”

Rouge groaned as she tried to stand up. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

As Rouge stood, she rocked the chair back, and accidentally jabbed Amy’s foot with a leg of the chair.

Amy squealed and jumped like a rabbit, dropping all the dishes and cutlery as she bounced on one foot. “Yow! Watch it, you clutz!”

Rouge rocked dangerously on the chair as she pulled up her legs to avoid the falling forks and plates. Unfortunately, this meant she rested all her weight on her smarting backside, which not even the cushion could cushion. “Yeeeee! You watch it, prickle-puss! You nearly skewered my foot with a fork!”

Amy rolled her eyes as she gestured to her injured foot. “Oh, I nearly skewered your foot? Look what you actually did to my foot!”

“Well, them’s the breaks, pretty pinky princess.”

Amy jabbed a finger in Rouge’s bosom. “Batt butt!”

Rouge’s boobies jiggled with pure, unbridled fury. “Panty girl!”

“Vamp tramp!”

Vanilla appeared at the door. “Girls? Did something break? I heard a–”

CRASH!

Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat tackled each other, at precisely the same time, knocking over the patio table. Forks and spoons went flying as they grappled, and both snatched up a plate to use as a weapon of opportunity. Both smashed a plate over the other’s head at precisely the same time, then howled as they clutched their skills.

Vanilla held up her hands. “Girls! Stop this awful fighting! At once!”

Amy and Rouge dove at each other, kicking, biting, and scratching, knocking the patio table down the stairs, before they both rolled off the porch…and right into Mrs. Vanilla’s prize winning rose bushes. As the thorns jabbed them on all sides, Amy and Rouge hopped into the air, before flopping right back down onto the jagged thorns, bottoms first.

…

Honey sniffled as she returned her mother’s hug. “Thank you for spanking me, Mommy. I won’t do it again.”

“I hope so, Honey. You are forgiven.” After a final squeeze, Mrs. Squirrel helped Honey dry her eyes, and they both marched out of the woodshed.

The moment they stepped out, they were greeted by a strange sight. A crowd had gathered in front of Vanilla and Cream’s cottage. As Honey and her mother approached, they nudged past their neighbors. They spotted Vanilla and Cream first. Vanilla was seated on the front porch, while Cream stood to the side holding a first aid kit tight to her chest.

Honey looked around at her gathered neighbors, before spotting Barry and Buddy. “Huh? What’s all this about?”

Barry sniggered. “See for yourself!”

Then Honey finally noticed. There were two, young ladies bent sharply across Vanilla’s lap at once. Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat’s beet-red faces were resting low to the ground, their weight supported on their elbows, while their beet-red backsides were poking high in the air.

Honey’s first thought was that Vanilla was delivering yet another spanking, but then she noticed Vanilla carefully examining the girl’s bottoms, holding a magnifying glass in one hand, and a pair of tweezers in the other. “Ah, here’s another one…Hold still, Little Miss Rogue.”

Vanilla put a hint of extra emphasis on the last word as she mispronounced Rouge’s name. Then Vanilla pinched a thorn in Rouge’s backside, and pulled it free with a soft, “Ploink!”

Rouge howled. “Yow! Not so rough!”

“Don’t be absurd, Miss Rouge. It has to be a quick, clean tug, or there’s no point. Amy, you’ve got a few more. Steady now…”

Amy squealed as she felt the pinch, her bottom quivering as a thorn was pulled free. “Eeee! I’m sorry, Mrs. Vanilla!”

“Of course you’re sorry now, Amy, dear. Now all that’s left is to endure til the end. Vanilla, hand me the iodine. I want to sterilize these pin pricks.”

Rouge scrunched her mouth. “Iodine? But that’s going to sting like mad!”

Vanilla shook her head. “We can’t risk you getting an infection, Miss Rouge. The iodine may burn and sting, but I think that’s the least of your worries. Think of it as a warm up for…well, the next warm up.”

With that, Vanilla applied iodine to a white cloth and began to apply it to Rouge’s backside. Rouge sucked in a sharp breath, and hissed. Vanilla applied a second dose, leaving Rouge’s entire bare behind damp and glistening. Honey could have sworn she heard a faint sizzling sound as the iodine took its toll. 

Knowing she was next, Amy’s wriggled as she saw Vanilla prepare a second cloth. “Mrs. Vanilla, please…can’t we do this inside? Eep!”

Vanilla shook her head as she applied the iodine to Amy’s bottom. “That ship has sailed, Miss Rose. I’m nipping this behavior in the bud…” 

Vanilla planted a firm slap on both the girl’s bottoms, first Amy, then Rouge. “...Or, rather, I’m nipping it in the butt! I think that’s the last of the thorns…Finally, we bring this matter to a close.”

Buddy raised his hand. “Aren’t you going to, uh, spank them?”

Vanilla narrowed her eyes. “Don’t be dense. Of course I am going to spank them. But why are you so interested, young man?”

Buddy fumbled with his glasses. “Just curious.”

Vanilla spun around on her chair, adjusting the angle so that Amy and Rouge’s backsides were on full display for the gathered crowd. “Well, I won’t keep you curious for long. These two young ladies have behaved very poorly today. And now they’re going to serve as an example of exactly what happens to naughty little girls. I had already planned to give them a good spanking, and bring them by to each of your houses later this week to apologize. But since practically everyone in Floral Forest Village is here now, we might as well get started making things right. Amy, Rouge. What do you have to say to everyone?”

Amy and Rouge shouted, with desperation in their voices. “We’re sorry! We’re sorry!”

Vanilla landed two crisp claps, one across each bare bottom. “Are you really sorry? I’m not quite sure I believe you. Be more convincing.” Vanilla began to deliver steady spanks to both girls, in a steady one-two-one-two pattern. Amy and Rouge wailed and spluttered out a variety of pleas and promises, along with a mix of sorrows and supplications. But Vanilla only carried on the slow, steady spanking, building the pace gradually. Once both girls noticed the punishment was not pausing for further lecturing, they quickly broke down into fresh cries of anguish. By then, Vanilla had built the rhythm of the spanking to a furious, lightning-fast pace. 

When Vanilla finished, both girls were weeping softly, and the crowd watched with a mix of sympathy, terror, stunned approval, and a hint of amusement on the gathered faces. Vanilla took a deep breath. “Stand up, girls. Hands behind your heads.”

The moment Amy and Rouge rose to their feet, wincing, Vanilla pinched them both by the ear and whispered so only they could hear. “Now, you girls have both made an ass of yourself today, but you can start to make things right, starting right now. Turn around and look these folks in the eye. That way, when you say you’re sorry, they’ll know you really mean it.”

Amy and Rouge blushed furiously as they glanced down at their naked waists. Rouge swallowed, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead and she glanced at the crowd behind her. “But, we’re not…you know…wearing anything, down there!”

Vanilla shrugged. “And what of it? The boys don’t seem to mind.”

Rouge grimaced, then slowly turned to face the crowd. Pleased, Vanilla released her hold on Rouge’s ear, then turned her attention to Amy. But Amy forgot to keep her hands behind her head, and thrust her hands forward to cover herself. “Please, Mrs. Vanilla! Not this! Anything but this!”

Vanilla shook her head as she looked Amy in the eyes, before pulling Amy’s hands up and behind her head. “Amy, I love you like my own daughter. And that’s why I have to hold you accountable. It’s time to face the music.”

Amy’s lip trembled, as she nodded. “...Yes, mommy…muh-ma’am! I love you. I’m sorry you have to spank me!”

Vanilla gently stroked the bottom of Amy’s chin. “I forgive you, Amy. Now turn around and tell everyone what you have to say.”

With a shuddering breath, Amy turned to face the crowd. In the end, Amy and Rouge ended up recounting the whole, sordid tale of their misadventures. A few curious children in the crowd kept raising their hands, hungry for more details of the spankings in the woodshed. Once Amy and Rouge had finished making their pleas for forgiveness, they were surprised when the gathered crowd clapped softly for them. Vanilla appeared behind them, wrapping an arm to support each of them by the shoulder. “That was a beautiful apology, girls. We’re almost finished. Starting tomorrow, these two will be doing clean up around Floral Forest village, to pay for the damage they did. If you can think of any chores that need doing, don’t hesitate to ask. If you catch them slacking off, or if they give you any trouble…just let me know. Amy, Rouge, if I don’t hear good reports this week, you’ll spend the last day of your community service getting spanked from dawn til dusk, right over there, in the community square. Understood?”

Amy and Rouge glanced nervously at the spot, and noticed a wooden platform meant for local gatherings and village events. At the moment, it was strangely reminiscent of a gallows. After promising to do their best, both girls were instructed to turn and kneel on the wooden steps to Vanilla’s cottage. This meant Vanilla’s porch practically provided a picture frame, perfectly presenting the two poor, punished posteriors to public ponderance. 

After dismissing the crowd, politely, Vanilla began to set up the table and chairs, which had been knocked off the porch in the tussle. In the end, she settled on putting them on the sidewalk, right in front of her porch, so that she could keep a close eye on Amy and Rouge. 

As the crowd started to disperse, Honey the squirrel sighed, and pinched Barry and Buddy. “Well, look who it is. My two favorite chickens.”

The boys stiffened, then turned to face Honey, looking ashamed. Buddy cleaned his glasses. “Sorry we ran out on you, Honey.”

Barry was looking at the clouds, before Buddy elbowed him to get his attention. Barry cleared his throat. “Yeah, you didn’t deserve that.”

Honey held up a hand. “Yes I did. And no worries, I didn’t rat you out. Did I miss anything?”

Barry grinned. “You only missed a bit at the beginning. They fell into the rose bush and got every square inch of their booties covered in thorns.” 

“Sounds hilarious. I’m sorry I missed it.”

Buddy glanced around, then pulled the flip phone from his pocket. “Well, what if there was a way you could…watch it all over from the beginning?”

Honey grinned. Buddy’s phone was the latest model. It had an actual camera, which could record actual video, in glorious 240 pixel resolution. The three friends chuckled, as they rushed to find a secluded spot to watch the video all over from the beginning.

…

As Cream stepped out of the front door, holding the tea kettle, she glanced down at Amy and Rouge, then shuffled around them to reach the bottom of the stairs. “Mother? Have you forgiven Miss Amy and Miss Rouge yet? Oh, please, allow me to serve you.”

Vanilla smiled as Cream poured her a cup of tea. “Why thank you, dear. You’re such a considerate host. And yes, I have forgiven them.”

Cream leaned in close to whisper behind her hand. “In that case…would you like me to invite them to join us for our tea party?”

Vanilla stroked her chin, as she took in the sight of the two condemned lasses, still kneeling on the steps for their timeout. Amy and Rouge sensed they were becoming a center of interest, and stiffened, wondering if more spanking might be coming.

Vanilla patted Cream on the head, and gestured to the cushioned seat next to her. “I think those two still need a little time to think about their behavior, and reflect on what they need to do to make things right. Why don’t we have a quiet tea time together today? Just me, and you?”

“And Mr. Cheese and Mr. Cocola?”

“It wouldn’t be a tea party without their company.”

“I’ll go invite them right away!” 

Cream paused at the door, then turned to look at Amy and Rouge’s sorrowful faces. “Um, Mommy, are you sure you’re not still mad at them?”

Vanilla took a dainty sip of tea. She took a long, satisfied glance at both Amy Rose’s and Rouge the Bat’s bright red rears. “How can I possibly stay mad at them? After all, the poor dears still have a bedtime spanking coming tonight!”

That afternoon, Vanilla and Cream enjoyed a delightful tea party with Cheese and Chocola. It was the most relaxing tea time Vanilla could remember having in years!

[The End?]