Inferior games by Nomine


                                            Inferior games by Nomine


                                            (31/01/2017)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29307224/#q29379756


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                                            "BUTTON MASH! You get out here right now!" my mom's voice called up. And I could tell by the tone that my flank was in for it. Mom didn't get mad often, but when she did, I was a doomed colt.


                                            Wonder what I did this time...


                                            I carefully stepped down the stairs, taking my sweet time with all the dignity a colt my age should..."BUTTON!!!"


                                            I scampered down the steps as fast as I could because I didn't want to make my Mom any angrier than she already was.


                                            I turned a corner into the living room and gasped. Mom was standing there, holding my newest purchase and looking furious. And not just normal furious, no...she looked madder than mad.


                                            Before I could move, I found myself grabbed by the ear and yanked over her knees, her still holding the box in her hoof. No words were spoken, but I swiftly grew to regret having spent the extra bits for the protective, hardened plastic case.


                                            Still, I held to my decorum. I was a grown colt! I was not going to cry from some foalish spanking like I was still...


                                            "OWWW! Mommmmm!" I screamed after the first spank landed on my upturned flank. Swats two and three fell and I kicked and flailed my hooves. It hurt so much...


                                            Again and again she spanked me with my own game, and my cries and flailing soon stopped in favor of just mutely enduring the pain. When would it end? When would she st...oh, she was done.


                                            I found myself set back down on my tender flank after just ten swats, my Mom still holding the box. "That was a warning, young colt! If I /ever/ catch you with such a filthy casual game as Call of Duty again, you will be in big trouble!"