Game Over

”Are you sure there won’t be any tests?” Asked Cream Heart.
Button Mash shook his head. “Nope!”
The mare looked uncertain.
”Come on, mom, you said I can stay at home and help if I got no tests tomorrow.”
”I don’t know…”
”Mooom, you promised!” The colt whined.
Cream sighed. “Oh, alright. I could use the help.”
”Yay!”

The next day.

Button Mash was laying back-first on his bed within his messy room, playing with his joyboy.

Helping mom fix up the backyard after that big accidental storm was a bit tiresome, but it only took half a school day wWhich made it totally worth skipping school over. Heck, he barely even needed to do anything. He mostly just did whatever his mom told him while pretending to work while she wasn’t looking.

Cream was so distracted with the work that she even forgot to give him any tasks, which he took as an invitation to take a break, or at least that’s what he told himself. He had been playing the game for over an hour now.

He wondered what his classmates were doing.
”Probably some boring school stuff.” He thought to himself.
Despite the fact that his hobbies were not very social, he did enjoy spending time with some of his classmates, but he also really hated school.

Eh, he would have to go back tomorrow anyway.

Later.

Button was still playing his game and wasn’t thinking about much else other then it. He didn’t even notice the time.

”Button Mash!”
Button, immersed in his game, did not hear or notice his mother standing above him.

That was, until she snatched the joyboy from him.
”Huh, wha?!”
”Button Mash!” His mother said again,
The colt looked up to see his mother looming over him with an exceedingly stern expression. He gulped.
”Sweetie Belle just came by.” Said the mare, pointing at the doorway.
There stood the white unicorn filly.
”Uh, hi.” Sweetie greeted awkwardly.
Button blushed a little. Sweetie Belle being there when his mother was clearly about to scold him was a little embarrassing. Still, looking back up at his mother’s expectant gaze, he knew that he was essentially being ordered to greet her.
”Hi.” He said, just as awkwardly.
”Sweetie Belle here just came by to give me this.” Cream said, showing her son the letter Sweetie was delivering.
Button tried to read it, but Cream pulled it away.
”It’s a letter from Miss Cheerilee, informing you about the test your class had today.”
Button’s eyes widened. He had actually forgotten that they were supposed to have a test today.
”What do you have to say for yourself?!”
”I-I forgot, I swear!” Button frantically tried to defend himself.
”You forgot that you were supposed to have an important assignment on this very day?!”
”I-“
”Well, I suppose you simply weren’t listening.” Continued Cream. “After all, according to the letter, you were having issues paying attention in class.”
”That’s not true!” Button yelled, although even he knew that this was a problem. Cheerilee even once threatened to complain to his mom about it. He did not expect that complaint to come in such a form.
”And I’m guessing that this stay at home thing wasn’t even about helping me, was it? You barely did anything, after all.”
”N-no, th-that’s not true!” Button lied.
”Save it, young colt.”
Button shut himself up while Cream rubbed her head for a bit. He had never seen her this upset at him before.

Very soon though, before button could react, Cream walked over to the other side of his bed and sat down next to him then, she grabbed the backside of his hind legs and hoisted them up into the air, lifting his bottom. It was a position she hasn’t put him in since he was a diapered foal, and while Button could not remember those times very well, he knew what the usual intended purpose of such an act was.

”Moooom!?” He asked, feeling very self-conscious.
”Don’t you moooom me right now, Button, you had this coming!”

Before Button could ask what he had coming, he felt his mother’s hoof impacting with his raised flank in a very unpleasant way.
’SMACK!’
”Ow!” Button shouted.
It seemed, much to the colt’s horror, that Cream saw fit to give the naughty little gamer a spanking for his misdeed.

’SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SLAP!’
And it wasn’t a light spanking either. Cream’s hoof packed quite a punch. Button squirmed in the awkward position at each stinging slap.
”MOOO-‘SMACK!’-AH! IMSORRYPLEASESTOP! ‘SMACK!’ OW!”
Button’s cries and pleads were only answered by more hoof smacks.

He even tried looking up at his mother in an attempt at puppy dog eyes, which was rather hard to do with the pain, but his mother seemed far too focused on slapping his sorry bottom to look into his sorry eyes.

’SMACK!’ ‘SLAP!’ ‘SLAP!’
It wasn’t long before he started squirming even more, straight up attempting to escape his punishment. This did not work, however, as cream stopped for a moment to place one of her hind legs onto Button’s stomach, which effectively halted any possibility of escape as the colt was pinned to the bed.
She then pushed his hind legs further backwards towards his face a bit before continuing where she left off.
’SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’
Button cried. Stretching out the skin on his butt made the spanking a bit more painful.

As button tried to squirm harder (to no avail), he started turning his head as well and it was then that he noticed something that left him utterly mortified.

Sweetie Belle was still there.

Indeed, the young filly was watching the entire thing, sporting a blush of her own and a very awkward expression. It was clear that Cream’s decisive action left her not knowing what to do, so she was frozen in place at the doorway. When Button set his gaze on her, she did look apologetic, although he could have sworn that she saw a bit of amusement in her eyes.

Needless to say, getting spanked in such a matter in front of his classmate (and possible crush, although he’d never admit that to himself) was not something that the brown colt could handle.

”MOOOOOM, NOT IN FRONT OF SWEETIE B-‘SMACK!’-EEEE!”
If Cream knew that Sweetie was still there, she didn’t seem to care much and this went on for a bit. Cream spanking, button wailing and begging and Sweetie awkwardly watching.

It did not last forever.

Eventually, the mare stopped slapping the now red bottom and button was left there sniffling and sobbing. She did not release her son from her hold though, instead, she looked at Sweetie, who visibly flinched and took a step back at her gaze.
”Uh, I’m sorry, I-“ Sweetie stammered, thinking she was in trouble.
”It’s alright dear.” Cream reassured. “Button Mash just needs a sore bottom for the trouble he’s caused, that’s all.
Button, face now red to match his bottom closed his eyes and buried his face in his hooves in humiliation.
”Could you please pass me that hairbrush there?” Cream asked, pointing at a wooden hairbrush on Button’s desk.
It was the hairbrush given to him to comb his hair, although he generally kept it in his room.

Quite detrimental in these cases.

”What?!” Button yelled, he looked at his mother, scared., knowing what this meant. He then looked to Sweetie Belle, pleadingly.

Sweetie was now faced with a choice as she looked between mother and son, both staring at her. In the end, she cast her classmate one more apologetic glance before levitating the hairbrush to the expecting adult.

”Thank you.” Said Cream as she grabbed the wooden terror before placing her remaining hind leg under Button’s buttocks, raising it even more while pulling back on his legs further.
”Wait mom, not with-“
’CRACK!’
Cream wanted to waste no time.

’CRACK!’ ‘CRACK!’ ‘CRACK!’
Cream hit hard and fast, alternating between butt cheeks and leaving Button in a very sorry state as his spanking just got harder. Even Sweetie Belle flinched at the loud brushing that the colt was receiving.

’CRACK!’ ‘CRACK!’
The once brown bottom was certainly heating up now, and Button could do nothing to put the fire out. He would occasionally glance at Sweetie, who was still awkwardly standing there, which made the spanking even worse.

But thankfully, it would not last long.

With one final ‘CRACK!’, Cream decided to finally stop.
Needless to say, Button kept on crying for a while until he noticed that it was over, which made him feel even more embarrassed knowing Sweetie was still there.

Cream for her part, let Button go and gently rolled him over, which the colt took as an invitation to start rubbing his sore bottom.
”We’ll talk a bit later.” Cream told button before turning to Sweetie. “Come dear, let’s go downstairs so I can write a letter to Miss Cheerilee.”
”Uh, okay.” Sweetie awkwardly said before the mare led her away, shutting the door behind her.

Now alone, Button could only ponder what had just happened.

Sweetie Belle was not a malicious filly, but she would surely tell at least somepony what she saw, which would eventually spread to the whole school.

He really didn’t want to go to school tomorrow.

In the morning.

”Wake up, Button, time for school!”
Button woke up with a groan.

He had to sleep on his tummy for obvious reasons, which he wasn’t used to as he usually slept on his back. He even winced slightly as he sat up on his bed. It wasn’t too painful, given the softness of the bed, but it was still unpleasant. At least it wasn't as bad as dinner, which his mom made him eat while sitting without a pillow.

School would suck.

Wait, school?!

”Oh yea, I have school.” He said to himself.
Quickly, he looked at a mirror that he had in his room. The red spank marks barely faded.

Oh, Celestia, he could never live down, and sitting on those stools for so long…
”MOOOM, I DON’T WANNA GO TO SCHOOOL!”

Sadly, Button Mash’s expert diplomacy skills could not convince Cream to let him skip school, especially after what he pulled to skip last day, something that the mare was quick to point out.

The good news is, that Button’s insistence on not wanting him to go to school did not earn him another spanking, but what his mother did when he didn’t listen to her command almost made him wish it did.

”Mooom, everypony can see me.” Button complained, but was ignored.
Cream simply kept on carrying his son to the school.

As the pair got plenty of stares from amused ponies, it was pretty clear why Button was so embarrassed: The sight of a mare carrying a spanked colt by the scruff was quite a humorous one.

Needless to say, that after such a painful and humiliating event, Button Mash would not be skipping school any time soon.