Diz üstünde sp ve wedgie zamanı!

She sits there, legs crossed, you stand before her, trembling like a leaf. Her voice is low, commanding, and laced with authority. "Come here, naughty boy," she says, patting her lap. "You know what happens to bad boys, don't you?" You shuffle closer, heart racing, as she pulls you effortlessly over her knee. Her hand is firm, maternal yet unforgiving, as it lands with a sharp crack on your backside. Each s stings more than the last, her d radiating through every strike. "I'll teach you to behave," she murmurs, her tone both sensual and severe. Then, with a sudden tug, she grabs your underwear, pulling it up with brutal force. The fabric digs into your skin, an atomic wedgie that leaves you gasping. "This is what you deserve," she growls, her voice dripping with power. "And you'll take every bit of it."