Red Rears for Rose and Rouge: Chapter 4: Manners Maketh Mobians

 Red Rears for Rose and Rouge:

Chapter 4: Manners Maketh Mobians

By Yu May

Cream the Rabbit elegantly filled a tea cup with hot water. “Would you care for a cup of tea, Mr. Gemerl?”

Gemerl’s glass eyes flickered. “Does not compute. Tea is defined as a beverage consisting of hot water, poured over cured or fresh leaves, and allowed to steep. Yet I possess no apparatus for the consumption of liquid beverages, and although my outer shell is constructed to make me fully waterproof up to a depth of 1,000 fathoms, my internal electronic systems could suffer damage from direct exposure to liquid, and pose a threat of electrical fire to others.”

Cream sighed. “Oh my, I certainly don’t want that, but…wouldn’t it be fun to pretend to have a lovely cup of tea?” 

Gemerl’s eyes shone. “Processing…Miss Cream spends a statistically significant length of her unstructured free time playing a game in which she pretends to host ‘Delightful_Tea_Parties,’ with various stuffed animals designated as ‘Party_Guests.’ Hypothesis, you wish me to play the game designated as Delightful Tea Party…with you?”

Mrs. Vanilla, giggled warmly. “Well, we were rather hoping to have a real delightful tea party with you, Mr. Gemerl, because you are a delight. But if you only pretend to drink the tea, I promise we won’t be offended.”

“Acknowledged. In that case…” Gemerl’s eyes flashed, and his voice suddenly became less robotic. “Thank you for inviting me, Miss Cream, and Mrs. Vanilla. I would be honored to have tea with you.”

Gemerl held up the tea cup, which contained only steamed water, and made a whirring sound, as if sipping. “Contended sigh. This tea is simply delicious.”

Mrs. Vanilla glanced around, taking in all the delightful sights and sounds of a perfect late-summer afternoon in Floral Forest Village…

…Well, all except for the unsightly debris left by the tumultuous battle in the forest this morning. Vanilla sighed and turned to find the two-trouble makers right where she’d left them.

Sure enough, Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat were still kneeling on their knees for timeout, their hands behind their heads, and their bright-red, bare bottoms on display for all the world to see. Amy and Rouge’s damaged outfits had been folded neatly on the top stairs, waiting teasingly for the two naked miscreants to be released. Vanilla clicked her tongue. “Which reminds me…Mr. Gemerl, are you suffering any injuries from the altercation this morning?”

Gemerl shook his head on a swivel. “All internal systems are fully operational. Primary battery power at 2.004%. Emergency battery power at 100%. External armor has suffered impact damage in several places. Recommendations: 1. Allow full recharge of internal battery. 2. Replace dented back plate armor to restore full defensive integrity. 3. Optional: request friend designated ‘Miles_Tails_Prower’ to buff out superficial scratches and dings, and provide a new paint job.”

Mrs. Vanilla looked deep into Gemerl’s eyes. “You’re not going to try and badger Tails into giving you those absurd hot-rod flames again, are you?”

Gemerl pretended to take another dainty sip of tea. “Accessing memory. Did we not previously agree it was my decision to purchase a custom paint job, on condition that I pay for it from my own finances?” 

Mrs. Vanilla sighed. “Yes, Gemerl. It is your decision. I’m sorry for pestering you.”

Gemerl nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Vanilla. Upon reflection, I decided that I do not need custom hot-rod flames to test the status of my free-will sub routines. A superficial paint job bears no logical relation to my desire to be ‘more cool’ and ‘an individual.’ Rather…” Gemerl stood, and raised his fist, his eyes blazing with righteous fire. “I shall rededicate myself to my chosen primary mission: to defend all life on earth, and stand against the evil forces of Dr. Eggman!”

Vanilla patted Gemerl’s back. “I think that’s an admirable decision, Gemerl.”

Cream hugged his chest. “And whenever you need a rest from fighting, please remember, you always have a home here, with our family!”

A drop of lubricant leaked from Gemerl’s eye. “Yes, Miss Cream…home…family…thank you both for helping me comprehend these concepts more fully.”

Vanilla surreptitiously handed Gemerl a handkerchief so he could dry his eyes. Then she started to clean up the remains of afternoon tea. “You’re welcome, Gemerl. And thank you for defending the Chaos Emerald this morning. Your efforts were heroic.”

“I am conflicted with my own programming. Though I refrained from using lethal force, my actions nevertheless caused damage to Floral Forest, and created additional risk of harm to the village residents.” 

Vanilla patted Gemerl on the head. “Then learn from your experience, and try to be more careful next time. But the fact remains: you didn’t start that fight.”

 

“Acknowledged. Nevertheless, I wish to have words with Miss Rose and Miss Rouge.”

Vanilla raised an eyebrow, then gestured to the front porch. “Of course.”

Gemerl marched to face Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat. Neither of them dared to leave their kneeling position in timeout, but both shivered as they saw the silhouette of Gemerl’s shadow hovering over them. “Miss Amy Rose the Hedgehog and Miss Rouge the Bat! I wish to apologize for misidentifying you as enemy combatants. I hope that the battle has not left you with any irreparable damage. By my calculations, approximately 2% of the total damage to your lower-posteriors was caused by one of my energy blasts.”

At that precise moment, Amy and Rouge’s rear ends sure felt like they’d suffered irreparable damage, but after the spanking from Vanilla, the fight with Gemerl had been almost forgotten. Amy twisted to look up at Gemerl, looking shame-faced. “Please, don’t apologize, Mr. Gemerl. We were the only ones in the wrong, not you. I’m ashamed of how I acted. I knew you were Cream’s friend, but I was so obsessed with the Chaos Emerald…I completely forgot myself.”

Rouge glanced down at her aching buttocks, grimacing. “Yeah…I should have guessed you weren’t a badnik, right from the start. And attacking you while your guard was down was unforgivable on my part. Next time I go for your Chaos Emerald, I promise to never use those cheap tactics again.”

Vanilla cleared her throat, and tapped her foot, glaring at Rouge. “Ahem! Next time, Miss Rouge?” 

Rouge tensed. “Oh…and I promise there won’t be a next time…I don’t think my poor bum could take it.”

Vanilla tapped Amy on Rogue on the shoulder, each in turn. “That’s more like it. Now, why don’t both of you stand and look Mr. Gemerl in the eye, so you can apologize properly? You are released from timeout, so no need to keep your hands on your head.”

Sheepishly, Amy and Rouge covered their fronts as they turned around. Painfully aware of her missing clothing, Amy whimpered, then whispered. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Gemerl.”

Rouge groaned, before finally tearing her eyes away from her folded clothing. “Yeah, me too. Why don’t we all just forgive and forget? And then we can get dressed!”

Vanilla pinched Rouge’s ear before she could turn away to snatch up her outfit. “Why don’t we wait to hear what Mr. Gemerl has to say first? Your laundry can wait.”

Gemerl bowed low at the waist. “Thank you. I forgive you both. Currently deleting all data classifying you as potential enemies…Deleted.” 

Immediately, Gemerl’s eyes flashed red, and a panel opened on his metallic gauntlets to reveal a rocket. Wondering if they were about to be challenged to a battle royale while wearing their birthday suits, Amy and Rouge tensed, their fur standing on end. Cream clutched tight to Vanilla’s skirt. Vanilla only raised an eyebrow. 

But only Gemerl pointed his armed-rocket-armed arm toward the horizon. “Alert! Robots bearing the insignia of the Eggman Empire have been spotted approaching Cocoa Island! Innocent lives are in peril! Mrs. Vanilla, with your permission, may I be excused from our family dinner, so that I may join the battle against the evil forces of Dr. Robotnik?”

Vanilla smiled, casually waving a hand. “Of course, Mr. Gemerl. You are excused. Hurry along!”

With a hiss of flame and steam, Gemerl activated the rocket propulsors in his metallic boots, and flew into the air and across the horizon. Vanilla sighed as she watched him disappear. “Such a responsible young man.”

Vanilla beamed, then nodded to Amy and Rouge’s folded outfits. “Amy, Rouge, that was a beautiful apology you offered to Mr. Gemerl. Now, as for these outfits, I’m afraid they’re too damaged to do you girls much good. If I can find my sewing machine, I’ll try to salvage them. We’ll find you both some appropriate clothing soon enough. But for now…please carry your outfits to the laundry room, so I can give them a good wash.”

Amy and Rouge blushed madly as they collected their clothing, before following Vanilla into the Rabbit-family cottage. They both whined a bit before placing their clothes in the washing machine, but the lingering soreness from their last spanking discouraged any argument.

Vanilla clapped her hands, as if she was dusting her gloves off. “That will do! Now, all that’s left is to find you girls something fitting to wear for supper…but first, I want to review your situation. Think of this as a meeting with your parole officer, if you will.”

Amy and Rouge stood at attention, still bare-booty-butt-naked. There was no mistaking the authoritative quality in Vanilla’s voice. “I have forgiven you for the fight you started this morning, and for misbehaving during your spankings. However, I did warn you that the rule in this house is, when a naughty child earns a bare-bottom spanking, the bottom shall remain fully bare until the punishment is over. Therefore, since you still have a bedtime spanking coming tonight…I see no point in allowing you to hide those naughty little bottoms of yours. No sense covering them up, just to go through the whole process of uncovering them all over again, right before bed.”

Rouge sucked in a sharp breath. “But…you said we could get dressed in the woodshed!”

“Yes. That was because I didn’t want to add any needless humiliation to your situation. But then you girls managed to start a second fight, crush my prize-winning rose bushes under your booties, and embarrass yourselves in front of all our neighbors. So now I think an extra serving of humble pie is in order.” 

Amy went pale. “You’re not…gonna make us go out there…without our outfits? Oh, please, please, I’d just die if I’m caught in public without my Honey the Cat designer dress!”

“Well, what’s left of your Honey the Cat designer dress will need at least a few stitches if you don’t want it to fall off in public anyway. But not to fear, I’m sure I have some old dresses that you can wear tomorrow…but as for tonight…”

Vanilla reached into a laundry basket, and pulled out two aprons. “You’re going to start community service by helping me prep for dinner! We’re having company tomorrow, so we have to get baking! You’ll both need an apron!”

Amy felt a cold bead of sweat on her brow. “Company!??”

Rouge gnashed her vampiric bat teeth as she held the apron lightly against her chest, as if she couldn’t make up her mind whether she wanted it or not. “Apron?!?”

Amy suddenly registered the apron in her hands. 

Rouge’s apron was decorated with a logo for the Sonic drive-through chain, and the words, “National Chilli Dog Cook-Off Champion: 2002.” Amy’s apron had a radical 1990’s logo and the words “Official Volunteer Cook of the Chaotix Detective Agency.”

Both aprons looked well-loved, and probably had been washed at least a thousand times.

Vanilla beamed as she pulled out a third apron, decorated with the simple slogan, “Kiss the Cook.” “That’s right! Some of my old friends from the Freedom Fighter days are having a reunion, and cousin Bonnie asked me to host! You’re lucky you got in trouble today, so we have time to get you proper dresses. Just imagine if you had to spend all day tomorrow, dressed in your birthday suits, in front of everyone!”

Amy’s knees wobbled. “Everyone? …Wait, the old Freedom Fighters? You mean…” Amy almost swooned. “...Sonic…will be here?”

“Assuming he doesn’t skip out at the last moment. That young man needs to slow down, and buy a calendar. Oh, and not just the old Freedom Fighters. I wasn’t even a Freedom Fighter myself. All I did was volunteer in the kitchens, but Bonnie was nice enough to invite me, along with a few new friends we’ve made over the years. Mr. Prower, of course…and Mr. Knuckles!”

As Rouge finished tying her apron, her eyes went wide. The two zeros in “2002” perfectly framed her massive boobs like two donuts. “Mr. Knuckles? …The Echidna?”

“Yes! Cream convinced him that he needs to get off his flying island once in a while. He’s such a stoic young man.”

In a daze, Amy started to tie her apron. As she glanced back in horror, she realized her bare, spanked bottom was still a cheerful cherry red. “But…you can’t let Sonic see me like this! It’s too cruel!”

Cream looked surprised, then patted them both on the shoulder. “Oh, Amy dear! Not to worry! I’d never dream of making you serve dinner half-naked…I promise you, we’ll have a perfectly modest outfit ready for both of you, before tomorrow. No one outside the family will be getting a gander at these wittle cutie booties…”

Vanilla patted them both gently, across their sore behinds. “...well, assuming you girls aren’t naughty enough to earn a trip across my knee while we still have company. But I’m sure you will both be on your best behavior! Now, trot along to the kitchen! I’m going to teach you how to make an upside-down carrot cake!”

Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat spent the rest of their afternoon in the kitchen. After getting a glimpse of Vanilla’s impressive collection of wooden spoons, spatulas, and bread paddles, both were determined to be as helpful as possible.

…

“That’s good, Amy, use the knife to separate the cake from the pan…now, the trick is to flip it in one smooth motion…whoops!”

As Amy attempted to flip the carrot upside-down cake, her wrist wobbled at the last moment, and the cake flopped off the edge of the serving plate. “Oh no! I’m sorry, Mrs. Vanilla! Please, don’t spank me!”

Vanilla patted Amy’s head. “There, there, Amy, I’m not going to spank you just for flubbing a cake flip. This is why we practice, after all. Rouge, dear, have you checked your cake recently? It must be done by now.”

Rogue was leaning against the wall across from the oven, crossing her arms while wearing two pink, floral oven mitts. “Sheesh, whaddaya want from me? I put on the timer! It’s not like it’s going to catch fire if I take my eyes off it for one–”

Rogue froze as a wispy trail of smoke tickled her nose, before the fire alarm went off. Rouge threw open the oven door. Choking past a cloud of black smoke, she retrieved the flaming inferno that represented her cake.

Vanilla held up a hand to shield Amy. “Careful! Clear the way!”

As Rouge slammed down the charred remains of her cake, wheezing, Vanilla shut off the oven, and Amy activated the fan above the stove countertop. Rouge hacked up a puff of smoke, her voice gravely. “Ouf! What’s wrong with your stupid oven? Why didn’t the timer go off?”

Vanilla opened a window to wave out the last of the smoke. “The oven isn’t stupid, Miss Rouge…See? You set the duration for the timer, but forgot to actually press start.”

Rouge clenched her oven mitts in unbridled fury. “Start button? Why should I have to press a start button to…start a timer…” Rouge trailed off at the sight of Rouge towering over her, and felt a chill run up and down her spine, and right through her recently-spanked buttocks. “...I…I’m sorry, Mrs. Vanilla. Please don’t spank me again!”

Vanilla’s face was stern. “Oh? Do you perhaps have a guilty conscience? What makes you think you have a spanking coming?”

Rouge eyed the ashy remains of her work. “Uh, for burning the cake? But I’ll make a new one! A better one!”

Vanilla shook her head. “I wouldn’t have to spank you if this was just a matter of making a simple mistake.” 

Rouge’s ears twitched, and her face sank. “...you have to spank me? So that means…”

Vanilla casually pulled on a second pair of thick oven mitts, then spun Rouge around. “Turn around, and bend over. Here, rest your hands on my arm for support. Now, stand on your tippie toes…Good, just like that!”

Rouge wobbled as she tried to maintain the precarious pose. “Huh? What is this? I can’t hold this silly pose!”

“Silly? Yes, that’s exactly the right word. You should feel silly right at this moment. Now stick that silly little bottom out for me. Try to arch your back a little.”

“But what’s this for? Aren’t you just gonna spank–”

Rouge tensed as Vanilla clapped her oven mitt sharply across Rouge’s bottom. “This isn’t just an ordinary spanking. It’s also an exercise in attentiveness. Pay attention, and I promise it will go easier for you, Miss Rouge. Keep your head held high, and try to imagine that, instead of serving me up the cake you were responsible for baking, you’re instead serving up that sassy little bottom of yours, on a silver platter.”

Rouge grimaced, but remembering her recent ordeal in the woodshed, she lifted her head high and arched her back to present her bottom as an easy target to Vanilla. Rogue’s concentration was broken by the sound of a girlish giggle. Rouge twisted to find Amy Rose stifling her laughter behind her hand. “Huh? Hey! This isn’t fun–”

Vanilla cut off Rouge’s complaints with a second slap of the oven mitt. The soft material cushioned some of the force of the impact, but the rubber grips on the oven mit more than made up for that by adding just a hint of extra friction to the spank. Rouge felt all her previous welts, all painful mementos of her encounter with both the tawse and the paddle, flare to life. Rouge’s voice warbled as she wailed, “Waalaahooo!”

Vanilla raised her oven mitt high. “See? You can maintain concentration just fine, when you have the proper motivation. Now, think more carefully. What did you do wrong?”

“I’m sorry I burned the cake!”

Vanilla answered with a firm whap, that successfully elicited a fresh cry from Rouge. “I’m not mad at you for burning the cake. I want you to think about what you did that caused you to burn the cake? What led up to that moment?”

Rouge’s knees wobbled as she strained to maintain her position. “I’m sorry I forgot to start the timer!” 

Vanilla delivered another solid swat. “That was a mistake, but I wouldn’t be spanking you for such a simple mistake. It was partially my fault for not explaining how to start the timer. But after you started the oven, what did you do then?”

“I…I just zoned out and waited for it to go off!”

This time, Vanilla only patted Rouge’s bottom playfully. “That’s exactly right. But what I asked you to do was watch your cake, and pay attention. If you had done that, you’d have noticed it was done long before it scorched. So, with that in mind, do you understand now why you deserve to get this spanking, Miss Rouge?”

Rouge nodded furiously, sticking out her bottom in a valiant effort to demonstrate her obedient submissiveness, and maybe stop the spanking early. “Yes, ma’am! I didn’t pay attention to my assignment!”

Vanilla landed a sound spank, no longer wearing kid gloves, though still wearing the terrible oven mit. “Exactly. And there was one more thing you forgot to watch, that might have kept you out of trouble. Does anything else occur to you?”

Rouge bit her lip, gripping tight to Vannila’s arm. “Uh…I forgot to watch my big mouth?”

Vanilla stroked Rouge’s bottom again, adding a light squeeze. Rouge would have felt relieved, if the lighted touch of the oven mitt wasn’t enough to make the lingering welts all across her bottom scream in protest. “Precisely! Your bad attitude is what earned you an extra-long, extra-hard, extra-good spanking in the woodshed today. And it’s also what landed you tail-first in that thorny rose bush, and it’s also what earned you another bare-bottomed spanking, and a long timeout on the porch, in front of all the neighbors. Do you want another spanking, Miss Rouge?”

Quivering, Rouge shook her head, her voice breathy. “No, ma’am! No more spanking, please!”

But Vanilla gave Rouge another good spank anyway. “But do you deserve another spanking, Miss Rouge?”

Rouge nodded, tears spilling down her face. “Yes, ma’am! I…I’m a bad, bad, bat girl! And I deserve to be spanked!”

Vanilla sighed with relief, and patted Rouge’s bottom to alert her the spanking was about to start in earnest. “That’s right. Now, keep your head held high, along with your bottom. I always say, there’s nothing quite like sticking out your bottom during a spanking, to teach you how to stick it out til the end of a spanking.”

Sniveling, Rouge shakily held her position, determined to at least accept her spanking with some shred of dignity and class. But the moment she felt the next spank, Rouge threw back her head and wailed. “Mamaaaah!”

Satisfied that Rouge was already making excellent progress in fixing her attitude, Vanilla only delivered ten solid spanks, before straightening Rouge up. “There, that’s more than enough to make the point.”

Rouge buried her face in Vanilla’s bosom, struggling to breathe between sobs. “...M-muh b-bad…girl…I’m bad…I screw…everything…up…I’m just a screw up!”

Vanilla embraced Rouge, gently stroking the back of her head. “Now, now…you’re not a screw up. And you’re not a bad girl, neither. You’ve been making some bad decisions. But you’ve also admitted your mistake, and accepted responsibility. It takes both courage, and maturity, to recognize you need to take accountability. You’re a fine young woman, Miss Rouge.”

Rouge clung tight to Vanilla, taking strange comfort from the sound of Vanilla’s heartbeat. “Snnooork! …You really mean it? …sniff…You don’t think I’m a bad influence?”

The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of Amy’s fits of giggles. When Amy noticed Vanilla staring daggers at her, she literally wiped the smirk off her face, and started to whistle nervously. Vanilla sighed. “I think you and Amy both have a little growing up to do, that’s all. But we can talk more about that tonight…when I come to tuck you in for bed. Amy, do you have anything you’d like to say to Miss Rouge? She’s been having a trying day. I’m sure you can sympathize, given that you’re in a similar boat.” 

As Amy suddenly remembered her coming bedtime spanking, the idea of spanking suddenly became less funny. “Er…I’m sorry you got spanked again, Miss Rouge. Maybe…we can save part of your cake?”

“An excellent suggestion. Come along, Miss Rouge, why don’t you try giving this a flip? I once taught Amy this trick when I burnt my bunny bundt cakes! First, separate it from the pan, and…”

As Rouge tried to flip the remains of her cake, it slapped onto the plate with a look of defeat. A few charred crumbles dribbled off the counter, and onto the floor. Sucking down a breath, Rouge quickly bent over to scoop up the debris. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Vanilla! I’ll clean it up! Please don’t spank me!”

Vanilla giggled, and patted Rouge’s upturned bottom gently to get her attention. “There, there, Miss Rouge. I’d never spank you for a simple accident. Up you get, dear!”

As Vanilla set to work, Amy and Rouge pressed at either side of her to watch closely. Their red, spanked bottoms acted like two bookends on either side of Vanilla’s fluffy white rabbit tail.

…

Cream hummed to herself as she waited at the dinner table. Cheese and Chocola the Chao were seated in baby seats at either side of Cream, wearing bibs along with their bow ties.

Then, Amy emerged from the kitchen carrying a pitcher of lemonade, chatting over her shoulder as she walked. “...But why do I have to serve Sonic? I’m an official Freedom Fighter too! Can’t I just join the dinner, as a regular guest?”

Vanilla entered right behind Amy, balancing a tray of bowls, all filled with steaming carrot soup. “It’s your own fault for earning a whole week of being grounded, not mine for having guests this week. And even if you weren’t in trouble, you’d still have your share of chores to do, as long as I’m responsible for you.”

Amy set down the lemonade and held her hands out in supplication. “But can’t we just pause my grounding for one day? Then I’ll pay it off at the end of the week! Or do double chores later! But if you make me act like a waitress, everyone else is gonna know that–” 

Vanilla set down her tray, and hushed Amy with a single finger. “I don’t want to hear any arguments, Miss Amelia Rose. You have incurred a debt to society, and part of paying off that debt will include serving others. I won’t force you to tell the whole, absurd tale of your rash misadventure, but if anyone asks…I expect you to give them a truthful answer.”

Rouge appeared at the doorway, carrying a tray of rubber children’s plates, complete with macaroni and cheese and broccoli. “Cream! Guess what? I made this for you all by my–”

But Rouge winced as she was interrupted by Amy’s obnoxious groan. As Amy rounded on Vannilla, she put her hands on her hips, and rolled her eyes. “Ugh! But, Vanilla….Eep–”

Vanilla silenced Amy with a single, controlled pinch to the ear. “No more rolling your eyes, and no more backtalk. I’m sorry, Amy, but you’ve earned yourself another spanking.”

Amy clutched her bottom with both hands. “Eeeek! Please no, Mrs. Vanilla! I’ll serve dinner! I won’t argue! I won’t roll my eyes!”

Vanilla marched like a soldier, leading Amy into the kitchen. “Yes, you will serve dinner, and no, you won’t be impolite. Because I’m going to reintroduce your bottom to my wooden spoon, to help remind you!”

Amy dug her fingers deep into her aching buttocks, wailing as she was led to her doom. “But…but my butt’s already so sore! No moooooore! Baaaaw!” 

Amy’s pitiful wails were muffled slightly as she disappeared into the kitchen, before they were cut off by the unmistakable sound of a wooden spoon spanking a bright pink hedgehog’s bright red butt. Then Amy’s cries took on a distinctly less whiny, more desperate quality. “Yeow! Yoohoo! Yowza! Youch! Yipe! Yikes! Yee! Yaaiieeeeek!”

Rouge glanced at the kitchen, smiling like she was savoring a scrumptious sweet, then served Cream, Cheese, and Chocola. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I cooked this meal for you myself! I just had to follow the instructions on the box and…voila! Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Cream still needs me in the kitchen. She mentioned you kids will need to get started eating, to get ready for your bedtime, so don’t wait for us…I suspect we’ll be busy cooking something in the kitchen for a good, long while!”

Rouge strutted to the kitchen door, her bare bottom swaying behind her with every step.

Cream sighed as she caught a glimpse of Amy Rose, straining to touch her tiptoes as Vanilla mercilessly applied a wooden spoon to her upturned buttocks, before the door shut and muffled the sound of the ongoing lesson in manners. “Goodness, gracious! Dinner is so boring without company to share it with…And plain broccoli is even more boring!”

Cream pouted as she played with the four stalks of broccoli on her plate. Like most children, Cream often needed to be reminded to eat a few bites of healthy foods, although Vanilla wasn’t as strict as most parents are about “cleaning your plate.” The only hard rule was that Cream had to eat at least three bites of her veggies, before being eligible to have any dessert. Vanilla also knew how to make Cream’s broccoli special, with just a sprinkle of cheese and spice, so that she never had a problem wanting to eat every bite. But Rouge the Bat’s broccoli…was just plain boring.

Cream craned her neck to peek at the kitchen door. Sure enough, Amy’s spanking was still dragging on, without interruption. Cream tapped her fork to her lips. “Why, Mr. Cheese, Mr. Chocola, I do believe you boys need some extra broccoli, to help you grow big and strong! I’ll just…share some of mine with you!”

Cream served all four stalks of her broccoli, two each to Mr. Cheese and Mr. Chocola. As they eyed the extra broccoli curiously, cartoon question marks appeared above their heads, before they cheered and carried on eating.

With a sigh of relief, Cream started to eat her mac n’ cheese, and without the broccoli, she found she had room for every bite.

Then, a troubling thought occurred to her. “Hold on…what if Mother counted how many servings of broccoli were served on each plate?”

Cream tensed, looking back and forth to Cheese and Chocola’s plates. Cheese had three servings of broccoli left, meaning he’d eaten three already, but it would only look like he’d eaten one. Chocola had four left, meaning he’d eaten two, but it would look like he hadn’t even touched his broccoli. Would that look suspicious? No, it was fine. Chocola was usually a fussy eater.

At that instant, the handle of the kitchen door turned! Vanilla entered, leading a sniffling Amy behind her. “*Hic!* Mmm’sowwy…Mrs. Vanilla…So, so sorry!”

“Now, now, Amy. You’ve already apologized. I know you’ll do better tomorrow. So let’s get you girls fed before bed! Nothing like tucking in, before you get tucked in!”

Rouge strutted in, wearing a relaxed smirk on her face. But the expression vanished as soon as she spotted the hard wooden chairs at the dining room table. “Ah…could we perhaps stand up while we eat tonight?”

Vanilla giggled, but shook her head. “No, Miss Rouge. I expect you to sit and join our dinner party tomorrow. Hopefully your bottom will have recovered by then, but if not, tonight is your only chance to practice the art of sitting on a well-spanked backside, without making it too obvious that you just got a heinie whoopin’. Now, sit yourself down!”

Rouge and Amy hesitated, but obeyed. After shifting uncomfortably on their seats, they settled their weight down. With a nod of approval, Vanilla turned and eyed Cream’s plate. “Cream, are you a Clean Plate Ranger? I’m impressed! You usually don’t have that big of an appetite. Ah, you must be outgrowing the children’s plates!”

Cream bit her lip. She hated telling lies, especially to her mother. Nervously, she played with the last few pieces of stray macaroni. “Well, maybe not every bite?”

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short. Remember, you don’t have to eat everything I serve you, just so long as you eat three big bites of your greens! Do you have room for dessert?”

Cream held her stomach. For some strange reason, it was churning, as if she’d eaten far more than she actually had. “Er…I don’t think I should have dessert today. My tummy hurts…”

“Well, after eating four whole servings of broccoli, I’m not surprised.”

Rouge flinched as she felt her bare bottom press against the seat, before whistling and resting her weight down with a relaxed sigh. “You really liked my broccoli? I’m flattered! I watched it carefully the whole time it boiled!”

Vanilla examined Cheese and Chocola’s plates and shook her head. “Cheese, you haven’t eaten much broccoli…and Chocola, you haven’t even touched yours. I’m afraid you’ll need to take at least three big bites, before you get any dessert.”

Chocola moaned sadly, patting his tummy. “Chao chao?”

“What, no dessert? Is your tummy completely full? But you haven’t had much mac and cheese, and that’s usually…your favorite?”

With a stern frown, Vanilla knelt and scooped up a stray piece of broccoli that had fallen on the floor. When she set it next to Chocola’s plate, there were five stalks in total. “Miss Rouge, you’re quite sure you put exactly four stalks of broccoli on every plate?”

Looking slightly nervous, Rouge nodded.

Vanilla turned to face Cream and Cheese. “Cream, do you know where this piece of broccoli came from? Do you suppose it’s possible that Cheese accidentally dropped it, and it rolled all the way over to Chocola’s side?”

Cream fidgeted her feet. “Well…I…I dunno…if that’s really what happened. You see, the truth is…” Cream swallowed a lump in her throat. “...I didn’t really eat all my broccoli…I gave two pieces to Mr. Cheese, and two pieces to Mr. Chocola…”

Rouge blinked, then pouted. “Wait, so that means you didn’t eat any of the broccoli I made for you?”

Cream’s eyes were watery. “No, Miss Rouge. I thought it looked yucky compared to Mother’s broccoli. But Cheese and Chocola really seemed to like it, so I figured they’d eat mine all up.”

Now Rouge’s eyes were watery. “You thought my first dinner ever looked yucky?”

Vanilla bent low to look Cream directly in the eye. “But why did you sneak it onto Cheese and Chocola’s plates without asking? Were you planning to let them get in trouble for not eating their greens?”

Cream hunched her shoulder as she gripped the sides of her chair. “I didn’t think that far ahead…You’ve given them some of my extra greens before, when I was finished and they were still hungry.”

“That’s because they asked me politely for more, and I was already sure you’d had enough to eat. Think carefully, Cream. When you gave them your broccoli, did you think you were doing a good thing, or a bad thing?”

 

Cream hung her head. “I…I knew I was doing a bad thing. Are you going to spank me now?”

“Yes, Cream, I have to spank you now. First, I need you to go to the kitchen, and fetch me the small bread paddle. You’ll find the step ladder tucked in the storage space beside the oven.”

Cream’s eyes popped wide open. “A…p-paddle? I’ve never been sp-spanked with a paddle before!”

Vanilla gently set Cream on her feet, and aimed her to face the kitchen door. “I know, Cream. But you’re old enough to know better now, so this is going to be the hardest spanking you’ve ever gotten. Nevertheless, I promise you can get through this if you decide to be brave. Are you ready to obey?”

Cream scrunched her face up, then sniffled. “Yes, ma’am. I’m scared…but I want to obey.”

Already rubbing tears from her eyes, Cream marched toward the kitchen. After less than a minute, she reappeared, cradling the antique bread paddle in her hands. It had a curved one-handed handle, and a deep scoop, like a cross between a short spatula and a thick paddle.

After Cream offered up the implement, Vanilla scooped it up and set it on the table. “Thank you, Cream. Next, I need to make sure you understand exactly what you did wrong, and why you need a spanking. Do you remember what the rule is for what merits a spanking on your bare bottom?”

Cream tightened her mouth, before nodding. “Yes, ma’am. Deliberate disobedience, defiance, or dishonesty deserves a bare-bottomed spanking.”

Vanilla held Cream’s shaky hands in her own to steady them. “That’s right, Cream. And because you were dishonest, I’m afraid this spanking has to be on your bare bottom.”

Cream made a soft, whining sound. “But…but I told the truth, when you asked me about the broccoli.”

“And I’m proud of you for choosing to tell me the truth in the end. But the fact remains that hiding your broccoli was deliberate and deceptive. In a way, you were telling a lie, even without using words. So that means you’re getting this spanking on the bare bottom, right from the start. Put your hands behind your head, so I can bare your booty.”

Cream’s hands flew to obey. Her watery, puppy-dog eyes had no effect on Vanilla, who stoically reached under Cream’s skirt and carefully slid down her undergarments, first gliding them just below her quivering bottom, then all the way down to her knees. Next, Vanilla gently lifted up her daughter, laid her down across her lap, and flipped up her orange skirt. “Normally, you would have gotten a hand spanking for fussing about eating your greens. So we will start with that…just as a warm up.”

Having finished lecturing, Vanilla delivered the first, resounding spank across the center of Cream’s bottom, right below her fluffy white rabbit tail. Cream wailed pitifully, but Vanilla appeared to be unmoved, and fell into a slow, steady pattern of spanking, alternating between Cream’s left and right bottom cheeks. After 11 spanks, Cream paused. “That was what you’d normally get for trying to sneak dessert without taking at least three bites of your greens first. Now, you’re getting a spanking for trying to trick Mr. Cheese and Mr. Chocola into eating your broccoli for you. You are supposed to be a good big sister, and look out for them. This spanking is for letting them down…”

Vanilla renewed the spanking, using the same firm, relentless pace, using one hand to gently hold Cream down across the small of her back. But after only five swats, Cream howled and reached a hand bank, just short of covering her bottom. Vanilla raised her voice to a commanding tone, though without anger. “Hands down, Cream.”

Cream gripped the seat of the chair to keep her hands away from her bottom. “Sorry, Mommy!”

“That was close. You were an inch away from earning yourself some extra spanks. Here, try holding onto this…” Vanilla scooped up the bread paddle, and handed it to Cream. “...Every time you feel tempted to cover your bottom, just hold tight onto this paddle, and think about how you told a lie.”

Tears streamed down Cream’s cheeks as she focused on the paddle. “I tol’ a lie…”

Vanilla continued the hand spanking, delivering another ten swats. Cream tried her best to lay still and not cry, but by the tenth spank, her tears were flowing freely. Vanilla patted Cream’s bottom, then released her hold on Cream’s back to reach for the bread paddle. “That will do for the warm up. Hand me the paddle, Cream. You’re about to find out what a big girl spanking means.”

Cream whimpered as she shakily lifted the paddle above her head, and released it. Her lip was trembling, her nose was twitching, her arms were shivering, her knees were shaking. Vanilla rubbed the convex side of the bread paddle across Cream’s bottom in circles. “When I give Amy a paddling in the woodshed, do you know how many swats she gets?”

Cream’s ears flopped as she shook her head. “No, Mommy…how many?”

“She gets at least twenty swats. And more if she needs extras. A paddle feels a lot like my hairbrush, or the wooden spoon, but heavier. And it covers a lot more of your bottom…do feel that?”

Vanilla switched her grip on the paddle, and stroked the concave side along Cream’s upturned bottom. The cupped shape was the perfect size to match the surface area of each of Cream’s butt cheeks. Cream rubbed her feet together as she realized that just two swats would be enough to cover her entire bottom. “Yes, Mommy…so I deserve twenty, too? …Uh, I mean, twenty, also, not twenty-two.”

Rouge quickly stifled a chuckle. Vanilla patted Cream’s bottom, just hard enough to send a jiggle through the soft puppy fat. “Well, Cream, ordinarily I’d give Miss Amy…or Miss Rouge…at least twenty smacks with a paddle. But they are also much older than you. You are getting this spanking on your bare bottom because you played a deceptive trick. That was the initial lie that got you in trouble, but you also chose to tell me the truth when I confronted you. You still need to get a paddling for lying, but if you had lied to my face, you would be getting an additional twenty, on top of what you’re already getting. Does that make sense?”

Cream tensed, her buttocks clenching, before she relaxed and lay still. “Yes, ma’am. If I ever tell a lie on purpose, I get an extra twenty spanks. But I still need the spanking for the broccoli trick, because that was a kind of lie.”

“Exactly. And because this is your first time feeling the paddle, I think four good, hard swats will be more than enough to serve as a lasting reminder. But you’ll still have to hold still, and be a brave girl, to get through this. I want you to politely count each stroke, and say thank you, just like you’ve heard Amy do when she’s in this situation. With your best manners. Take a deep breath to help you relax, and grit your teeth, so you don’t bite your tongue by mistake.”

Cream took a sharp breath through her nose, before exhaling, and setting her jaw. “Yes, Mother.”

Vanilla patted Cream’s buttock a couple times to practice her motion, then raised the paddle high, watching carefully for the precise moment when she knew Cream would be ready. Then Vanilla brought down the paddle with a full, fluid motion of her arm, the follow through flattening Cream’s entire lower buttock. Amy flinched at the echoing sound of the clap, but she knew from experience that a spank with a cupped hand or concave-shaped implement actually hurt less, despite sounding louder. After all, the impact of the paddle was being more evenly distributed, rather than concentrated on one spot. Unfortunately, Cream didn’t know any of this. She howled with all her might, her arms and legs locking as she spasmed. Vanilla patted Cream’s bottom and stroked gently to get her attention. “That’s only one, Cream. Next, you need to say, ‘One, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.’”

Cream’s eyes boggled as she tried to process the fresh sting, feeling the rising heat being pressed against her bottom by the rough surface of the bread paddle. “Gah-ha! …One, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”

Vanilla was ready. By the time Cream had finally worked up the courage to count the first stroke, Vanilla had already raised her arm high, and timed the second stroke of the paddle to act as a punctuation mark for Cream’s final sentence. This one was aimed at Cream’s other buttock, leaving a wide, red mark that matched the first. Cream steeled herself, expecting to feel the third stroke as soon as she finished her count. “Ahaaa! …Two, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”

But Vanilla didn’t deliver the third stroke immediately. Instead, she switched her grip on the paddle, rubbing the convex surface in figure eight patterns across Cream’s lower bottom. As Vanilla lifted her knee, Cream was forced to angle her bottom upward at a tauter angle, revealing her lower sit spots to the rough touch of the paddle.

Cream stiffened, feeling how different the cooling touch of the paddle felt, and wondering what it could mean. Then, without tapping Cream’s bottom, Vanilla raised the paddle high, and brought it down on . The result was that the third spank took Cream by surprise. Vanilla aimed the outermost point of the curved paddle at Cream’s exposed sit spot, meaning the most soft, sensitive area of Cream’s bottom took most of the brunt of the hardest point of the curved paddle. Cream shouted once, more from terror than pain, then squealed as her brain registered the deeper ache left by the heavy paddle. “Aaah! …Eee-hee-heeeee! Oh, no!”

Cream squirmed atop Vanilla’s lap, but Vanilla held her firmly in place, and delivered a series love tap to the exact spot she had just spanked. “Remember your count, or I will start your spanking over again, from the very beginning.”

Cream froze, balling her hands into fists. “No, please! Three, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am!”

Satisfied, Vanilla tapped Cream’s other sit spot, to alert her of the coming stroke. “Take a deep breath, and grit your teeth.”

Cream’s chest felt tight, but as she obeyed her instructions, she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. Cream had a peculiar realization: this feeling wasn’t relief. In her mind’s eye, the wooden bread paddle had transformed into a horrible monster with fangs and claws. But as Cream exhaled, she had an odd sense that she needed this last stroke. Otherwise, she’d only be unable to sit on one half of her bottom, and that just wouldn’t do. Remembering how clever and sneaky she’d felt about the broccoli trick, Cream tried to lift her bottom high, willing for the spank to land so she could begin her timeout right away. Of course, she did want the spanking to be over. But Cream also wanted it to happen. She had told a lie, and little liars needed to get spankings.

Vanilla slammed the paddle down across Cream’s other sit spot, leaving a splotchy red spot to match the previous one. Cream howled, her scream exploding out of her in a gust of air, before she gasped, and counted. “Aaaaargh! …Haa…Hoo…Four, ma’am…Thank you, ma’am…Oh, dear, oh dearie me…I’m so sorry…”

Vanilla sighed with relief, and set down the paddle, before stroking the small of Cream’s back. “I forgive you, Cream. Have you learned your lesson?”

Cream sniffled, then twisted to look at her Mother, with a peculiar, pensive expression. “I think so. I never want to be deceptive ever again. You should probably put me in timeout for a while, though. That way I can think about it while the lesson is still fresh.”

Vanilla beamed with pride as she set Cream back on her feet, and quickly fixed her panties. “An excellent suggestion. But first, I want you to apologize to Mr. Cheese, Mr. Chocola, and Miss Rouge.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m so sorry, Mr. Cheese, and Mr. Chocola. I let you both down. Miss Rouge, I’m sorry for what I did.”

Quizzically, Rouge looked back and forth from Cream to Vanilla. “Huh? Why do I get an apology?”

Before Vanilla could answer, Cream politely raised her hand. “Because I was disrespectful to your cooking. You made a whole meal for me, and I didn’t show proper appreciation for the work you did.”

Rouge blinked. “Oh…now that you mention it, that did hurt my feelings a bit…but I’m not mad at you, kiddo. I’d say you’ve suffered enough.”

Cream puffed up her chest, and shook her head. “I still need a time out. Mom, since I’m a big girl now, does that mean I have to sit on the scary timeout chair, like Amy has to?”

Vanilla hid her mouth behind her hand as she giggled. “You mean the old punishment stool? No, that’s only for very naughty girls, when they’re being particularly stubborn. Just have a seat in the corner, on your regular time out stool. When I come to release you, it will be straight to bedtime.”

Cream bowed her head as she accepted a kiss from her Mother. “Yes, Mommy. Thank you for spanking me.”

Vanilla guided Cream to her stool and sat her in timeout, facing the corner. “You are welcome, Cream. I love you most.”

Cream winced as she felt the hard, unforgiving wooden seat press flat against her sore, stinging bottom. “I love you most-est.”

At long last, Amy, Rouge, and Vanilla settled down for a quick bite of mac and cheese, their stomachs growling. Without being asked, Amy started to collect the plates and silverware. Rouge noticed, and jumped to help, not sure if leaving her plate would count as another spanking offense. Vanilla held them both by the shoulder. “It’s nearly time for Cream to go down for the night. You two will be going to bed in the same room, so I expect you to follow the same bedtime rules. Amy, your old pajamas are in the same drawer. Miss Rouge will need to borrow a pair. Remember to keep your bottoms bare and ready for your bedtime spanking.”

Amy and Rouge frowned, but bowed their heads and answered respectfully. Both of them had privately hoped Mrs. Vanilla would forget about her promise to give them a final spanking before bed. 

…

Cream’s bedroom was decorated with a peaches-and-cream color motif. There were twin bunk beds decorated with karate and race car patterns, for Mr. Cheese and Chocola, but Vanilla had set up two cribs h to free up the twin beds for Amy Rose and Rouge the Bat.

Amy blushed as she found one of her favorite old pairs of one-piece pajamas, featuring decorative designs inspired by the characters from the Tarot card deck. Mrs. Vanilla had sewn the collar and lace herself, as a Christmas gift for Amy. As Amy stared at the pajamas with a mix of nervousness and nostalgia, Rouge the Bat dropped down from the ceiling, hanging upside down like a Vampire, and snatched the pajapas out of Amy’s grip. “Yoink! How daring! I love the old fashioned design. These might not look too terrible, at least not while I’m rocking them.”

Amy snarled, and held tight to the pajama pants. “Hey! These are mine! You can’t have them.”

Still hanging upside down, Rouge released her grip on the pants, and held up her hands in surrender. “Whatever! I don’t want to fight about it. It’s not worth another spanking. But I need something to wear to bed, and Vanilla told you to pick something for me to wear. And I’m not bailing you out if she asks why I’m still naked at bedtime.”

Amy swallowed, and quickly examined the remaining pajamas. Several pairs she remembered, but were clearly too small for her now. Then Amy spotted a two-piece set of pajamas featuring a custom pattern…Sonic the Hedgehog’s face, along with decorative rings. Not wanting anyone to see those, including Rouge, Amy quickly tried to hide the pajamas deeper in the drawer. Then she heard a knock outside the bedroom. “Are you girls decent yet?”

Sucking down a sharp breath, Amy quickly thrust the Tarot-card pajamas into Rouge’s outstretched hands, and threw on the Sonic pajamas. “Almost ready, Mrs. Vanilla!”

To Amy, there were only things worse than letting Rouge see her wearing Sonic the Hedgehog PJ’s: letting Rouge see her get spanked while wearing her Sonic the Hedgehog PJ’s, and letting anyone but her actually wear her Sonic the Hedgehog PJs.”

Rouge smirked as she pulled on the one-piece pajamas. “These are cozy…wait a minute. These are a one-piece? So how am I supposed to–”

Amy shook her head as she tucked her baggy pajama pants to rest just below her bottom. “Just tuck down the flap at the back. The buttons snap right off!” 

Rouge twisted to examine her backside, and sure enough she found the buttons. “Wait…a drop seat? But aren’t those just for toddlers? I thought these were supposed to be classy. I wouldn’t have picked these if I’d known–”

“Girls? Are you trying to stall for time? If so, there’s no point delaying the inevitable. I expect to see two bare bottoms ready and waiting for a spanking the moment I count to three. One…Two…” 

As the door handle turned, Amy grit her teeth. Wanting to make sure that Vanilla had no reason to be displeased with the state of her bottom before the spanking, she quickly held down the front of her shirt to preserve some of her modesty, while using her dainty pink tail to hold up the hem of the pajama shirt in the back. “Hurry! Butt bare, or we’re both in trouble!”

Rouge yanked roughly at the flap, and with a snap, the drop-seat flopped down. The instant the door opened, Amy and Rouge quickly turned to face the wall, making sure that their bare bottoms would be plainly in view. They were just in the nick of time. 

Vanilla strode into the room, followed by Cream, Cheese, and Chocola. To Amy and rouge’s surprise, Vanilla had changed out of her formal dress, and was wearing a simple, lilac night gown. “...Three! Well, well, you’re both ready for your bedtime spanking, just as I asked. I suspect you cut it a bit close. Do I guess correctly, Miss Amy?”

Amy nodded, her nose pressed against the wall. “Yes, ma’am. We just barely made it, ma’am.”

“Miss Rouge, did Amy explain what would happen, if you dawdle too long before a bed time spanking, and aren’t properly prepared?”

Rouge twitched. “Yes, ma’am. If either of us weren’t ready, we’d both have gotten an extra licking with a belt, ma’am.”

“Precisely. But I’m glad it won’t come to that, for tonight at least. Cream, have a seat on your bed. I want you to see exactly what happens to naughty girls who pick fights and play dangerous games.”

Cream shuffled her feet. Then she started playing with the drop-seat at the back of her orange and yellow footie pajamas. One of the buttons was loose, letting the corner of the flap lie flipping and flopping. “I’ve been wondering…since I did a really bad thing today, and needed a big girl spanking, will I be getting a bedtime spanking, too?”

Vanilla kneeled low to reach Cream’s eye level. “Don’t worry, Cream. I already gave you a good spanking today.”

“But…isn’t it unfair, that Amy and Rouge both get bedtime spankings for being bad, but I don’t?”

“No, because they are both older than you, and because what they did was much more dangerous. Yes, you did a bad thing by trying to hide your broccoli, but you’ve been punished enough. Amy and Rouge set a bad example for you today, so they both need a harder spanking, to act as a reminder.”

Cream bowed her head. “I dunno…I still feel so guilty. I set a bad example for Cheese and Chocola today. Don’t I need a spanking to help me remember, too?”

Amy twisted to look over her shoulder, shaking her head at Cream.” No! Don’t do it, Cream! You don’t need another spanking!”

Vanilla rose to her full height. “Amy Rose, I’ve already warned you about talking out of turn, especially when it’s time for a spanking. That stunt just earned you an extra ten spanks, on top of what you already have coming. Now, put your nose against the wall, if you don’t want to feel the belt.”

Cursing her stupidity, Amy pressed her nose flat against the wall. “Yes’m!”

With a sigh, Vanilla knelt to face Cream again. “Cream, I think you feel guilty because you have a strong moral conscience. But spanking isn’t magic. I could go on punishing you, adding more and more spankings, but that won’t erase the bad feelings you have. I don’t like having to spank you. The only reason I spank you is to teach you, to remind you to be the wonderful girl I know you want to be. I don’t think you deserve another spanking today. But if you think you need a bedtime spanking to help you remember the life lesson you learned today, I will give you one.” 

Cream glanced at Cheese and Chocola, then looked at her mother with tearful eyes. “I think I need another spankin’ before bed, Mommy. It’s like broccoli. I need it to help me grow up big and strong.”

“Then you know what to do. Drop the seat of your pajamas, and go stand against the wall, between Amy and Rouge.”

Cream suddenly wondered if she had bitten off more punishment-broccoli than she could chew.
“Does it have to be on the bare?”

“If I give you a bedtime spanking, it’s going to be a real one. You know the rules in this house. A bare bottom stays nice and bare until the spanking is all over. And you earned a bare bottom for lying. March your tail, little Missy.”

Fumbling with the sole button holding up her drop-seat, Cream toddled to face the wall, and placed her hands behind her head to match the two older girls. Vanilla took in the sight of the three bare-butt convicts standing on death’s row before her. “I don’t want to see or hear a peep out of anyone in timeout while I’m administering the bedtime spankings. Amy Rose, you will be first. Come bend across my leg, so I can pin you in place more securely.”

Amy turned and found Vanilla resting a wooden hairbrush on the pillow of the low twin bed, before seating herself on the mattress, her big rabbit feet set wide apart. Vanilla was wearing fuzzy rabbit slippers tonight. On auto-pilot, Amy waddled forward, pinching her pajama pants tight between her legs to keep them from slipping down, and lay across Vanilla’s thigh, holding up her shirt at the back to keep her bottom fully exposed. Vanilla hummed, then tugged Amy’s pajama pants down the rest of the way, all the way down to her ankles. Then Vanilla pinned Amy’s legs in place with her free leg, propping up Amy’s bottom at a sharp angle.

“You know exactly why you’re here, so I won’t lecture you any further. I care about you, Amy Rose, so I have to spank you, to make sure you never, ever take foolish risks with your life. This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“…Yes, Mrs. Vanilla. I know that now. Please spank me well.”

The bed springs creaked as Vanilla raised her hand high. “I promise I will, Amy dear.”

The hand spanking began at a firm pace, right off the bat. Amy tried to keep a silent mental count, but after 40 spanks, she lost track. She was painfully aware that Vanilla wasn’t spanking quite as hard as she could, when she really wanted to make an impression. But it was more than enough to raise a burning heat across Amy’s seat. As Amy tried to suppress her yells, she caught sight of the wooden hairbrush resting on the pillow, and knew that her spanking wasn’t nearly over. In a way, it hadn’t even begun. 

As Amy’s thoughts centered on the rising discomfort in her bottom, she was forced to relive her entire experience in the woodshed, along with her humiliating fall into the briar patch. The slaps were just hard enough to remind her of the collection of aching welts she’d already earned, and just fast enough to rise a soft, steady, buzzing warmth. As Amy tried to think of anything besides her poor bottom, the only think that came to mind was the stupid series of decisions she had made which landed her in this position…No, not stupid. Foolish. Amy had been a fool, and this spanking was exactly what her foolishness had merited. Just as she felt fresh tears stinging her eyes, the spanking stopped, and she saw Vanilla scooping up the wooden hairbrush. “I’m sorry…Mrs. Vanilla…so saaaah-reeeheeheee….”

Vanilla patted Amy’s bottom with the hairbrush. Even the smallest love taps stung like pins and needles. “Yes, Amy. I know that now. But I made a promise to spank you well. I love you, Amy dear…”

Amy buried her face in the mattress. “I…wuv…yoooooo-hoo-hoooooo…..Whoooaaah!”

As Amy shut her eyes tight, she saw a flash of red stars along with every smack of the hairbrush. Everything in the world disappeared, except for a sense that she was loved and that she needed to experience every ounce of this pain, to drink this bitter cup down to the last drop. Just as Amy melted into incoherent sobs, Vanilla patted her shoulder. “Good job, Amy. We would be finished here, but I promised you ten swats for interrupting. Lie on your back, and hold up your legs.”

Amy dug her fingers into the comforter. “Noooo moooore….” 

Then Amy felt a sharp pop of the hairbrush, and remembered just how hard Vanilla could spank, if she needed to. “No arguments.”

Amy blubbered the closest she could manage to a “Yes, ma’am,” as she crawled off Vanilla’s thigh, and rolled onto her back. Amy held her feet up, hesitantly, before Vanilla deftly pinched her ankles between her fingers and lifted her feet high into the air, as if Rose was a baby in need of a diaper change. Vanilla looked Amy right in the eyes as she snatched a fuzzy rabbit slipper off her foot, and tapped the leather sole against Amy’s upside down bottom. “Ten swats. I’m going to deliver them quickly so you can finally be done. Take a deep breath, and hold your legs steady.”

Amy felt tears dribbling backwards down her face as she gripped the blankets, concentrating on holding still. Before, Amy had experienced the hairbrush spanking in almost a dream-like state, but as she concentrated on holding her legs up, Amy discovered she was acutely, and painfully, wide-awake.

The moment Amy caught her breath, Vanilla delivered 10 spanks at a ferocious, lighting-fast pace. 

Amy howled, but by the time she needed to catch her breath, it was already over. Amy’s chest heaved as Vanilla set her feet down. “That’s the end of it. You’ve been punished enough. I know you’ll do better. Would you like a hug, Amy? You don’t need to give me one, if you’re still mad at me. But if you want me to comfort you, I’d dearly love to.”

Amy hopped up to rest on her knees on the mattress, burying her face in Vanilla’s stomach as she hugged her with all her might. Vanilla returned the embrace, gently stroking Amy’s shoulder and patting her head. “Spanking is all done. But you still need to go stand in timeout while I take care of Miss Rouge.”

Amy hesitantly climbed off the bed, every movement an additional agony. But as Amy turned to rejoin Cream and Rouge, Vanilla stopped her. “No, against the opposite wall. Away from their timeout spot.”

Amy blinked, her eyes red and blurry. “Wuh? Why there?”

Vanilla giggled. “Sp I don’t forget that I already spanked you, I suppose. I’m such a scatter/brain, I might spank you again by mistake.”

Amy spun on her heels and toddled straight to the opposite side of the room, ignoring the Sonic-the-Hedgehog pajamas tangled around her ankles. As Amy pressed her nose against the wall, she was able to overhear everything, but didn’t dare peep.

“Rouge? You know the drill, dear. It’s been a long day, so let’s get your last spanking over with. No need for another scolding.”

Rouge whined, but obediently marched to take her position across Vanilla’s lap. Amy heard the springs of the bed creak, and felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, before the tense silence was broken by the first clap of Vanilla’s hand across Rouge’s voluptuous buttocks.

Out of curiosity, Amy tried to count the number of whacks. At precisely one hundred spanks, Vanilla paused the hand spanking. “You’re taking your spanking very well so far, Rouge. But this hairbrush will be the hardest part to get through. If you feel tears coming on, don’t be afraid to have a good cry.”

Rouge’s voice was strained, anger mixed with forced politeness. “I’m…not…gonna…cry…ma’am.”

“It’s your choice, Rouge. It won’t change the severity of your spanking either way. But speaking from experience, I find it helps. Very well, let’s carry on.”

The next echoing wallop, as Vanilla’s hairbrush flattened through one of Rouge’s buttocks, seemed to send a reverberating shockwave through the room. Rouge felt the force of the impact traveling through the tender, meaty flesh of her hindquarters in rippling waves, as if she was experiencing time in slow motion. “Agh!” 

Rouge quickly choked back her scream, fighting to keep her eyes wide open. Instinctively, she knew that if she closed her eyes for a moment, the budding tears would quickly build up, and spill over. Rouge endured ten strokes of the hairbrush like this, before she felt the eleventh swat, and thrust her head back with a snarl. “Dammit!”

Rouge sucked down a breath past her clogged nose, and realized that the only thing keeping two fresh tear drops from succumbing to gravity was her holding this absurd position. Gritting her teeth, Rouge readied herself for the next spank. But Vanilla only patted Rouge’s bottom, rubbing the cool wood of the hairbrush in circles across Rouge’s sit spots. “Miss Rouge, do not use that word in front of my family. And stop pretending it doesn’t hurt. You’re not fooling anyone, including yourself.”

Vanilla began to apply the hairbrush again, in a slow, steady pattern, gradually increasing the tempo. Rouge growled, then groaned, then finally broke down crying, though Amy had a feeling Rouge was internally fighting the urge to shed tears even as she lost all choice in the matter. Amy counted forty whacks with the hairbrush, and it was finally over. 

Rouge seethed, her voice muffled slightly as she pressed her face against the mattress. Vanilla patted Rouge’s bottom with her hand. “On your back, Miss Rouge. You earned ten extra whacks with my slipper too.”

Rouge snorted, and felt snot dribbling freely down from her nose. “Buh? But I laid still and didn’t fight you, the whole time!”

“I warned you about using the d-word in my house. I’ve been patient, but you also need a reminder to control your tongue. It’s ten swats with my slipper now, or another trip to the woodshed tomorrow morning. What will it be?”

Rouge dug her long nails into the comforter. “I’ll obey! I’ll take the ten now!”

Vanilla landed a warning swat on Rouge’s bottom. “Then lie down. Legs up.”

Rouge’s eyes went wide as she felt herself being pulled into the diaper position. Rouge’s eyes watered as she saw Vanilla remove her other slipper and raise it high. Dimly, Rouge wondered if Vanilla’s other arm was getting tired. “...M’sorry, ma’am…”

 Vanilla nodded curtly, then brought down her slipper across Rouge’s upturned bottom with a blinding stroke. Rouge shut her eyes tight, and felt tears spilling down her face. Rouge had no strength left to even pretend to fight the tears. After ten lightning fast spanks, Rouge was blubbering like a baby, the effect only heightened by being held in the diaper position. As Rouge struggled to catch her breath, Vanilla casually put her slippers back on. Finally Rouge managed to gasp. “...I’m…sorry…Mrs. Vanilla…I didn’t want to curse in front of your family.”

Vanilla sighed as examined her slippers. “Then don’t do it again.”

Rouge heard the cold finality in the words, and felt her heart ache worse than her bottom. Rouge struggled to straighten herself, ignoring the stabbing pain in her bottom to sit in what she hoped would be considered proper posture. “Please…forgive me…I don’t want to be a burden…”

Vanilla turned to face Rouge, with concern written on her face. “Oh, Rouge, dear. Of course I forgive you. And you are not a burden. Listen carefully, Miss Rouge…”

As Vanilla seated herself next to Rouge, Rouge instinctively shifted her weight off her aching backside, and found herself leaning close to Vanilla for support. “...I think you have a sharp mind, and a determined heart. Those are precisely the qualities that got your bottom in so much trouble today, but I’d be honored to have a daughter like you…”

As Vanilla awkwardly held up her arm, Rouge recognized it as an invitation for a hug and eagerly rushed to sit on Vanilla’s lap, returning the hug with all her might. “Thank you, Mrs. Vanilla. If I ever swear again, please haul me straight to the woodshed and wear my ass out!”

Vanilla raised an eyebrow, and Rouge cleared her throat, looking sheepish

“…Uh, ahem! By which I mean, my asinine attitude!”

Vanilla sighed, gently cradling the back of Rouge’s head. “You have my word, Rouge. You know, I’ve already grown quite fond of you. You’re welcome under my roof any time…”

Vanilla stroked Rouge’s lower back, before patting her bottom. “...so long as you agree to respect the rules of my house.”

Rouge stiffened, feeling a delightful feeling deep in her stomach. As Rouge looked at Vanilla, a strange thought suddenly occurred to her…Oh, how Rouge would like a chance to spank Vanilla for a change. It was not a desire born out of petty revenge. Just a simple, intriguing thought. 

After looking deep into Vanilla’s eyes, Rouge winked playfully. “Yes, Vanilla. As long as I’m a guest at your house…it’s your rules.”

Vanilla’s eyelashes fluttered. “Very good. Then straight to timeout with you, Rouge…and it’s still Mrs. Vanilla, for now. At least until you’ve completed community service. Understood?”

Rouge sidled to face the wall next to Amy, flashing a Mona Lisa smile as she twisted to look over her shoulder, bare butt on full display. “Yes, ma’am!”

Vanilla gave Rouge a single stern look. Rouge received the unspoken message loud and clear, and turned to press her nose against the wall. Satisfied, Vanilla turned to address her final charge. “Turn around, Cream, dear. It’s finally your turn. You’ve asked for this bedtime spanking of your own volition. This is your last chance to back out. Are you having second thoughts?”

As Cream stepped out of timeout, she held her hands behind her back, contemplating the lingering marks left by the bread paddle. “I thought about it a lot while I was still in timeout. I’m still scared of the spanking…but I’m a big girl now. I should have known better. Please, spank me, Mommy, to teach me better.”

Vanilla patted her lap. “Then you know what is expected of you. It’s spanking time. No take-backsies!”

Cream giggled nervously. “Yeah, no take-backsies! Just…spank-buttsies!”

“You’re stalling, Cream. Bottoms up.”

“Yes, Mommy!” Using the super-power granted by her long, floppy ears, Cream glided through the air and settled down across her mother’s lap.

Vanilla patted Cream’s bottom experimentally. “I love you, Cream. Say when you are ready, and we’ll get this taken care of once and for all.”

Cream’s rabbit tail shivered. “...I’m ready.”

Vanilla delivered the hand spanking without further ceremony. Cream started weeping freely after only three swats. As Amy silently kept count, she was relieved to hear Vanilla stop the hand spanking after only fifty spanks, half the number she and Rouge must have gotten. But nevertheless, Vanilla still paused to retrieve the hairbrush, and continued to chastise an already sobbing Cream. After delivering twenty spanks with the hairbrush, Vanilla set it aside and comforted Cream. Amy wondered if Cream was aware that she had gotten a lighter punishment, or if she had lost count long ago. But either way, Cream seemed well thoroughly chastened. “Thank you, Mama. I promise I’ll do better.”

“I know you will, Cream. And you’re welcome. Amy? Rouge? Come have a seat with us. I want to say a little prayer for you three girls, before I tuck you in.”

Rouge narrowed her eyes. “You want us to pray? I…don’t think I know any good prayers.”

“Not to worry, Rouge. I always pray for Cream and Amy before bed, so you’re welcome to join us. You don’t have to participate in this if you don’t want to.”

Rouge dimly remembered her mother hauling her out of bed for church on Sunday mornings, usually after a high-stakes jewel heist the previous night. “Oh, I’d be honored to join you! I used to say prayers as a little bat in the belfry. I just…haven’t said any in a while. I don’t want to say something wrong and offend you.”

Cream beamed as she folded her hands in front of her. She was too short to kneel, so she stood beside the bed. “It’s okay, Rouge. I know God will hear your prayer.”

Amy knelt down next to Cream, forgetting not to rest her sore spots down on her heels. With a wince, Amy lifted her bottom, then forced a knowing smile.  “…Just maybe don’t cuss?”

Rouge glanced back at her bottom, before kneeling to join Amy.  “Definitely not!”

Vanilla knelt at Rouge’s side. “Why don’t we go from youngest to oldest? Cream, will you begin for us?”

Cream’s ears flopped as she nodded vigorously. “Dear Mr. God, thank you for giving me my family. Thank you for Cheese, and Chocola, and my Mommy. And thank you for my Daddy, too. Please keep him safe for us, until we can see him again. I’m sorry I snuck broccoli onto Cheese and Chocola’s plates. I hope you can forgive me, just like I know Mommy has forgiven me. Thank you for creating the world. Amen.”

Amy felt her heart melt, before remembering it was her turn. “Um…Hello, God. It’s me again. Amy Rose is here! Well, I screwed up again, but I guess you know all about that. I…know I’ve been asking you to help get married to my one true love a lot. I guess I got so impatient, I wanted to make it happen myself, right now…rather than wait until I meet the right person…and the time is right, too. I hope you don’t mind me playing with the Tarot cards too much. I figured the signs all pointed toward Operation…uh, me trying to go after a Chaos Emerald on my own. In retrospect, that was not a good idea, and I don’t want to ever do it again. So please help the spanking I got really stick, so I don’t forget. Thank you for giving my Mom and Dad, and thank you for giving me Mrs. Vanilla, for when I’m away from home. Amen.”

There was a long pause, before Rouge opened her eyes. “Hang on, am I older than you? I think I joined the Freedom Fighters a year or two before you did.” 

Vanilla shook her head. “A lady never reveals her age. But I’m quite sure I’m older than you.”

Rouge shrugged. “If you figure. Apologies in advance if my prayer is horrible.”

“You can start by bringing your problems to God, and laying them all down at his feet. Don’t worry. If you say anything that’s blasphemous, I’ll just spank you.”

Rouge did a double-take. “Wait, that’s an option?”

Vanilla sighed. “I was kidding, Rouge. You don’t need to recite a florid, poetic prayer from memory. Just speak truthfully, from the heart, and God will hear you. Remember all of the discussions we’ve had, before, and after, spanking? Well, talking to God is a little like that. Start by speaking frankly about what you’ve done wrong. Ask him for forgiveness, and trust in His infinite forbearance. Then ask Him to help guide you, so that you can become better.”

“Wait, God’s a He?”

“Yes. And you’re keeping Him waiting. Say your prayers.”

Sensing that she was one step away from bringing down another round of fiery torment on her devil-red-shaded backside, Rouge bowed her head. “Uh…hello, God. This is Agent Rouge. Rouge the Bat. Sorry I haven’t kept up communications. Work’s been murder…I’ve been thinking a lot…about my Mom, lately. Some things about that time in my life were pretty rough. Sometimes, it was the spankings she dished out…but other times, it was her not being there to dish out a spanking, when I knew I needed one. It took me a while to forgive her…but looking back, I know she was trying to do her best, in a bad situation. I guess I never realized this, but I was blaming you too, which doesn’t really make sense, because I wasn’t even sure you were there in the first place. But…when I wasn’t mad at you…I think there were times I knew you were there looking out for me. Like when I was trapped in that safe-cracker-proof vault on Prison Island…Sorry about blowing up that government facility, by the way. And for helping Dr. Robotnik to blow up the Moon. But that was a tense situation, so I figured you’d understand. Anyway, this is different. Today, I think I really let myself down. This isn’t who I want to be. If you can help me do better…please help me. Even if that means I have to get spanked a lot more. Though, if I can get results without the spanking, that’s my preference…And thank you for my Chaos Emeralds. Just you wait. I’ll take excellent care of them…Uh, the end? Sorry, I’m a bit rusty.”

Vanilla took a deep breath. “...The wording was a little…informal. But thank you, Rouge. That was a very genuine prayer. I will close us in prayer.”

Rouge noticed how Amy and Cream had their eyes closed and their heads bowed respectfully, and mimicked them. Vanilla waited a moment to compose her thoughts, then began. “Almighty God, creator of the universe, thank you for your many blessings. Thank you for the gift of life this day, and every day. Thank you for my daughter, Cream. Lead me to be a wise mother, and raise her up in strength and courage, to stand up for what is right. Thank you for her friendship with Amy Rose. Teach me to nurture and protect Amy, as I would my own daughter, and thank you for blessing this world with a kind, loving person like Amy Rose. Thank you for bringing Rouge into my life. Guide me, so that I may know how to guide her, and give me the patience and self-control I need to temper mercy with justice. Forgive me, for the anger I have nurtured in my heart. Please, bless Miss Rouge with your abundant loving-kindness, and let me be a help to her any way I can. Thank you for protecting the lives of these blessed young women today. Help us all to remember the precious gift of life, and that even in the midst of difficulty, we can emerge stronger, and aim to walk the narrow path of righteousness. In your Holy name, we pray…Amen.”

They all answered, “Amen!”

With a contented sigh, Vanilla turned, and tapped Rouge on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, girls. I forgot to offer you all a kiss. That’s usually my custom after a spanking. Would you like one, Miss Rouge?”

Earlier that day, Rouge the Bat had felt bashful plenty of times, especially when her red, spanked, bare bottom had been put on display. But for the first time that day, Rouge the Bat actually looked shy. “Oh…maybe a little peck on the cheek? That’s how Mom and I used to greet one another. Or when we needed to kiss and make up, after a row.”

Vanilla kissed Rouge’s cheek softly “Like this?”

To Vanilla’s surprise, Rouge grasped her by the shoulder. “That was so sweet! But more like this. Follow my lead.” Rouge leaned in for two quick kisses on either side of Vanilla’s, and Vanilla mirrored the gesture.

Vanilla giggled. “Did I do it right?”

Rouge looked at Vanilla with loving, half-lidded eyes. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

Amy gestured to the top of her head, with an eager look on her face. “Could you maybe do…the silly kiss?” 

Silently, Vanilla bent low to kiss Amy on the top of her forehead, then on her nose. Amy returned the gesture.

As Vanilla bent low to kiss her youngest daughter, Cream surprised her mother with a kiss on the lips. Vanilla touched her lips. “Goodness! You haven’t kissed me on the lips since you were a toddler.”

Cream beamed. “You looked like you needed a special kiss today.”

Vanilla quickly wiped a tear from her eye as she stood to her full, towering height. “Thank you, girls. Now, straight to bed. You all have a busy day tomorrow morning…Take a few moments to reflect on everything, as you lay yourselves down to sleep.”

Cream dove onto her bed and snuggled under the blankets, making sure to lay on her tummy. 

Amy quickly sat on the bottom twin bed, before remembering she did not want to be doing any sitting. “Oof! I call dibs on the bottom bunk!”

Suddenly, Rouge’s face appeared from the top bunk above. “Too late! I already called top bunk!”

As they noticed Vanilla approaching, both girls quickly got under the covers, careful to lay on their sides.

Already, Amy felt herself starting to drift away, as Vanilla pulled the cover tight and tucked her in. “Mrs. Vanilla…do you think we’ll need lots more spankings this week?”

Vanilla kissed Amy on her forehead, then her nose, just the way she liked it. “That depends, Amy, dear. Knowing you, you’re likely to earn at least one or two, but I’m rooting for you.”

Rouge pressed her face tight against her pillow, but relaxed as she felt Vanilla kiss her on the cheek. “Will…will we ever be too old for a spanking?” 

Vanilla shook her head. “Only when you decide to act like it. No one is too old for a spanking, when they need one.”

Rouge smiled. “Not even you?”

For the first time that day, Vanilla the Rabbit looked like she wasn’t quite sure of herself. Her poker face had finally cracked. “Well, no. Now that you mention it…I suppose I’m not too old for a spanking either…at least, if I ever really needed one. That’s just life. Even if you don’t have someone there to lovingly tan your hide, and point you back to the right path, then life itself starts to punish you. That’s why I believe in spanking, you see. It’s good for what ails us.”

Rouge propped up to lean on her elbow. “Good to know. But what about you? Don’t you ever need someone to lovingly tan your hide, and point you back to the right path?”

Reflexively, Vanilla reached to cover her bottom, before she disguised the act by folding her hands behind her back. “It’s…been a long time since I had a friend like that. But it takes a rare sort of person to command my respect. I’m not one to be bossed around.”

“Clearly not…then again, that’s how I used to feel. A strong, independent woman. But just look at me now…deep down in my heart…I know I’m just a naughty girl, who still needs a good spanking from Mommy.” 

Vanilla nodded, then nudged Rouge to let her finish tucking her in. “Perhaps…but I believe you’ll grow into a person you can be proud of. Already, you’ve made a remarkable improvement. I hope I never have to spank you again, Miss Rouge.”

Rouge flashed her vampiric teeth in a devious smile, before surprising Vanilla with a quick kiss on the lips. “And I hope I can find a way to repay your kindness…someday. Thank you for spanking me, Mrs. Vanilla.”

Vanilla lightly touched her lips. “...You’re…very welcome, Miss Rouge. Nighty night!”

After recovering her prim and proper poise, Vanilla marched out of the bedroom. She had a sinking feeling that she was in for a long, long week. A mother’s work was never done.

[End of Chapter 4]