Even after a few moments of the material pressing against her like a number of thick fingers poking her all at once, Jenna's butt began to feel like the physical equivalent of nails scraping on a chalkboard. A big pair of pink granny panties rose out of her pants and Jenna could only squirm and shift around, unable to fight the pain and less able to stand still and just endure it. I guess though, I don't have the day of the week written on my panties anymore, that must mean some improvement?Īnd then Natalie hauled up on the underwear with two hands. No, not even that is going to be that different. The only thing that's different is the day of the week. I feel like that stark familiarity of having been in this position before, probably because I have been, she thought. This could be any of the other wedgies she's given me. For a moment, while Natalie's hands searched for a tight grip on Jenna's stretchy underwear, the nerd experienced a sort of déjà vu.
#Front atomic wedgie skin#
Natalie's hands were so cold against her own room-temperature warm skin that she had to squeak and shift her legs trying to keep the rest of her warm. The nerd squealed, butt tensing and hands shooting up to press against the closed lockers on either side of her own. Natalie squeezes her hands down the back of Jenna's tight blue denim short shorts. Being able to take her time, to move at her own pace and have total control. Why turn me around if you're just gonna turn me around again! Maybe it's part of the game, a piece of the fun. Without a word Natalie began to spin Jenna around again, until her back was to the bully and she was facing the locker once more. Natalie's tall body, smooth curves and loose red dress stood out in the college hallway as if she were some noblewoman among peasants. "It's been a long time since your last wedgie." "So nerd," Natalie began, with the casualness Jenna would expect from a friend checking up on her. But the dark-haired girl didn't loosen her grip on Jenna's arms. When Natalie finished turning Jenna to face her, Natalie smiled down over her. Jenna kept her shoulders hunched and arms pulled in front of her as if she were a turtle who needed to hide but had lost her shell. Natalie grabbed Jenna's arms by her non-existent biceps and turned the smaller girl around as if she were handling a mannequin. Jenna tired to hunch her shoulders and make herself seem smaller and for everyone watching it looked as if she were trying to hide inside herself. She could feel Natalie behind her and could hear the titterings of nearby people. Jenna stayed frozen and the shadow that was visible around her didn't move. And Natalie had torn the undies off of her before Jenna could determine if the amount of stretch might have been different on either side of the underwear. It might have, but Natalie, either unaware of the change, or uncaring, had been solely determined to rip that pair of panties. Jenna had once even worn her underwear backwards just to see if that made the wedgie easier. The only choice she ever really had was whether to get a wedgie from the back of her panties, or the front. Or turn around and probably get a wedgie. Jenna knew she could either stay bent over and probably get a wedgie. Natalie's tall shadow enveloped Jenna and she paused, half bent over with a book in her hand, hovering just above the bottom of her locker where she would usually leave it. I am now you mistress.Jenna was slipping her books into her locker when her bully Natalie stepped behind her. So what did you think? Do you think I should continue to kill you asses? Don't worry.Where do you do wedgies, if you do them yourself?.
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