>You are Hekesuh standing at the entrance of the Hollow Shades mall. 
>You are feeling very excited because finally after months of waiting the much anticipated video game Grand Theft Mango 5 is being released.
>Sneaking out of your house earlier that morning you now stood in line with a group of bats waiting for the doors to open so you can purchase a copy.
>Nervously you waited around the group of Colts who are much bigger than you.
>”Hey what’s a girl like you doing here” one of the Colts shouts at you.
‘But… I’m not a gir-“You began to interject just as the doors opened and the Colts stampeded in.
>Giddily you prance through the mall to the video game department.
>Your eyes sparkled and widened spotting the wooden pallet full of Grand Theft Mangoes.
>Grabbing a copy you proceed to the cashier to pay and quickly head back home.
>Stealthily you flew in through your bedroom window, not wanting your parents to wake up and realize that you had snuck out.
>Glancing at the clock you realize that you had to leave for school in half an hour and had not yet gotten ready.
>Hiding the game underneath your mattress you quickly hop into the shower, brush you teeth, eat a quick breakfast and say goodbye to your parents as you head out the door to school.
>All throughout the day you have only one thing on your mind: Grand Theft Mango. Which causes you to get a stern talking to from the teacher due to your lack of concentration and starry eyed look.
>Finally after what seemed like forever the bell rang as school ended and you fly home. But not without being given extra homework from your teacher to be completed by tomorrow due to your poor performance that day.
>Walking into the kitchen your mother notices the extra baggage you carried and mentions for you to complete your homework on time if you didn’t want to upset your father. But you barely hear her as you race up the stairs to play your new game.
>As you begin to play you immediately become captivated by the realistic graphics as the character ran around killing and committing sexual assaults on mangoes.
>Startled at the sudden knock on your door you jump up as mother calls for you to come down and eat supper. 
>Hesitantly you pause the game and proceed downstairs to eat.
>Sitting down at the table you try to hide your look of disgust at the meal: Boiled pickled Mangos. Not again.
>Your fathers gruffly tells you to stop playing with your meal as you moodily sit prodding at the mango pieces on your plate and push them around with your hoof.
>Placing the mango in your mouth you try swallowing them whole to avoid tasting the sickly bitter sweetness.
>With only one piece of mango remaining you quickly gulp it down and leave the table but not without father mentioning for you to start doing your homework.
>His words leaving your mind in an instant you quickly gallop upstairs to continue your spree of mango destruction on the helpless, innocent bystanders of Kee Mangreas.
>Time quickly passes by as you enthusiastically join mango gangbangers and sell illegal fertiliser in your own virtual world when a loud knock is heard at your bedroom door and your father enters. 
>He glances over at the television screen and then to his son who has dead, sullen eyes transfixed in a thousand yard stare looking at the screen.
>”Da fuck you doin?” he yells.
“It’s just a game, dad” you snivel and whine in response.
>”Well get your homework done or I’ll grab my belt.” 
>He walks up to your game console and unplugs it as you scree in protest.
>”Fuckin kid” he mutters while walking off.
>Defeated you pull out your homework hoping to finish it before bedtime so you could continue playing.
>Looking down at the pieces of paper you begin to read.
“Florence has a pile of twenty three mangos. Aux comes over and eats seven. How many mangos are left in Florence’s pile?”
>You grit your teeth, math sure is hard. 
>Counting your hooves in frustration proves to be no help as you only have four.
>Snorting in anger you glance at the television screen.
“Just one more mission and then I’ll save and finish my homework.”
>As you plug the game back in a sense of ease comforts you as you disappear into a virtual world of death and destruction where you have the powers of a mango god.
>Immersed in vidya playtime you look up only to the harsh slam of the bedroom door to see father standing with a leather lifters belt clutched in his hoof.
>”I told you to be a good little bat and do your homework, now your flanks are gonna taste my belt” he says as you drop the controller in shock and curl up in the fetal position.
>”Get up and take your punishment like a stallion this hurts me more than it will hurt you”
>Defensively you place your hooves over your rear end, tuck in your wings and lowered your blue tail as he bends you over in his lap.
>With the strength of many seasons planting mango trees father brushes your hooves aside and lifts up your tail exposing your soft plump buttocks and pink ponuthole.
>As he pushes you down with an elbow you glow red in embarrassment at being exposed in front of your father.
“NO, DAD! NO!”
>The belt is lifted and cuts the air with a swooshing sound followed by a loud snap as the smooth leather hits its target with pinpoint accuracy.
>You scree like a little filly as the belt smacks your fresh flesh causing you to jerk upwards against your fathers iron hold.
>A sharp, stinging pain greets your flanks as they clench together tightly and then relax in pain quickly followed through with a second crackling snap.
>Tightly closing your eyes no air escapes your mouth as you seize up in anticipation for the next assault on your tender meaty rear.
>Tears begin to stain your face as father continues swatting your now swelling red rump. With each stroke your butt glows a searing white as the blood vessels evacuate the veins only to rush back in full force to crescendo in a bright blushing red.
>Finally the air pent up within your lungs releases into a blubbering sob as you cry to father for mercy.
>With one last heavy lashing father releases you from his grasp as you lay down on the floor crying and clenching your agonised flanks.
>”Now that I’ve taught you a lesson it’s time for you to sit down and finish your homework” father says in a stern voice as he takes your vidya console and leaves.
>Fearing another spanking for not listening, you pick yourself up and sit down at your desk to do homework .
>The seat feels like a searing hot skillet as you sniffle away at the mucous dripping from your nose and shuffle your flanks uncomfortably as a warm tingling sensation begins to settle in.
>You look back down at the paper and begin to once again read
“Florence has a pile of twenty three mangos, Aux comes over and eats seven. How many mangos are left in Florence’s pile?”
>Your butt itches.