I promised him, and I returned, ready to deliver the punishment he deserved. This pony required a proper lesson, and I was determined to teach it. I turned him around, positioning him so that his backside was at my mercy, ready for a thorough grooming. The whip I wielded was unyielding, and with each strike, the force reverberated through the air. I struck him without mercy, without relent, until his skin turned from its natural color to a bright pink, then a deep purplish-red. I unleashed my fury on both buttocks and his asshole, marking him with my discipline. He collapsed to the ground, accepting my spit and seemingly having learned his lesson at last.