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Owner tugged the back up fast and hard, the fabric rope dragging through my cunt and ass with a burning friction. Before I could even cry out, the front was swiftly yanked high again, my wedgie now literally flossing me. The back and forth continued for what felt like ages as my wedgie sawed me in half.

Your gaming sessions have new rules. Anytime you sit down to play games, you will reach behind and grab your own waistband, and give yourself a hard wedgie. You will hook your waistband over the top of your chair. Spread your legs. You will grab your front waistband and give yourself a hard front wedgie.

During a game, whenever you make a mistake, blunder, die, etc., you will keep count.

When the game ends, no matter if you win or lose, that is the number of crotch spankings you must give yourself. You are to do this immeadietly, so the lesson sets in. This number does not reset between games - mistakes are not tolerated and will be punished cumulatively. If you’re going to be a loser, the least you can do is be good at it.

Every game you lose, you will tug your front waistband high and hold it tight while you bounce in your wedgie for 30 seconds. You will repeat out loud “I deserve this for my failures” as you bounce. You call yourself a competitive gaming nerd and you can’t even win? Pathetic.

Every game you win, you will reach behind you and tug on your wedgie hard. You will repeat out loud “Good game!” in a cheerful manner ten times with a hard tug after each one. What, you thought you’d be rewarded for being such a big nerd you’re good at this game? We have to simulate what will happen if you ever win a tournament in person.

You will remain in your chair wedgie with your legs spread until you are done gaming - you must end on a win.

Course I’d catch it easy, collar and leash it to a post, face down on the floor. Nowhere to go. Force the spreader bar onto the crying thing, increasing the distance until its whole puppy cunt is on display, completely spread open and exposed.

I need some time to light up and smoke, so I’d settle into my chair, my puppy’s spread cunt the perfect entertainment. Press my boot against its cunt and order it to hump. Lazily smoking as I watch, occassionally pulling back to swiftly kick it and laugh at its cries and squirms in pain, completely unable to close its legs. This would go on for awhile as I nurse my joint, pulling out a piece of ginger and slowly, meticulously carving it. The scent would fill the air along with smoke.

Puppy knows what comes next and the crying only gets more desperate. Don’t make me get the muzzle. Slowly leaning down and rubbing the ginger through its aching folds and around its clit, liking how my toy instantly starts squirming away helplessly from the burn. I would ignore the adorable whining as the carved piece of ginger goes in its hole, stretching just a little, causing a firey burning sensation inside puppy’s cunt.

I got snow shoved down my pants then got my wet panties yanked up between my cheeks :(