"That little witch...." mused Brenda, her anger and the desire to solve this puzzle making her forget her ridiculous appearance and the laughing audience for a moment. "You mean Dawn? How could she make us do this?" Paula asked, wiping the slop from the trash can from her face so she could see.
"Who knows, but let's get her!" Mariana added.
Dawn, like the other students, was too busy laughing about the events that had just transpired to notice the three conspiring together. She only noticed them walking toward her empty table with a sense of purpose just as they arrived. She had to get out of there!
"Where do you think you're going, little piggy?" asked a voice from behind her. She felt a tugging on the back and right shoulder of her shirt. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in. Faced with three cheerleaders scorned, she knew that flight was her only option.
With a ripping sound, Dawn's shirt tore from her body as she stepped away from the girls holding it. She held the book in front of her to cover her bra as she started to run for it. "Get her!" Paula called behind her. Dawn realized that, due to the seat she had chosen, she was escaping toward the kitchen doors, near the buffet line, instead of the cafeteria exit.
"Oops." said Lori, a cheerleader who had been uninvolved in the conflict, but who wanted to see her teammates catch their query, as she 'accidentally' spilled the olive oil from the salad bar on the floor right in front of Dawn. Dawn attempted to jump to miss the puddle, but was unable to clear it. She soon lost her footing and found herself sliding comically across the floor, unable to use her arms to stop herself because of clutching the book to her chest. She was just about to wonder how long she would slide like that before stopping when she realized that the table of dessert plates was in front of her. Being on the short side, it was her lower stomach that collided with the table, which was a good thing, because her momentum might have hurt her arms that were crossed over the book otherwise. The shock forced her to bend forward until her face, arms, and book were mashed down onto the various plates of what passes for Key Lime pie at her school cafeteria.
As she picked up her face, expecting to her the uproarious laughter of her school mates, she noticed another sound nearly drowning out the one she expected. A terrified scream. And it was getting closer? She let go of the book and placed her hands on the table to lift herself up, but suddenly was pushed back into the plates. She felt a soft, warm, damp cloth rubbing against her lower back and..skin. She pushed out from under the collapsed Mariana, realizing the damp cloth was the panties she had forced her to wet with her spell before. She stood back up, and realized she should escape before Mariana recovered when she hesitated. Mariana was lying on the book. Brenda, like Mariana, ahd chased eagerly behind her, and also slipped on her helpful friend's pool of olive oil. She was in the process of standing up next to Dawn, peeling paper plates of pie from her face and hair. Mariana started to stand up as well, and was reaching for Dawn's book.
Thinking fast, Dawn pulled Mariana's wet, overstuffed hello kat panties to her knees. The bigger girl let go of the book and reached for her panties, and Dawn took the book and turned to make her getaway. "Not so fast" said Paula, blocking her way. "We don't know what you did, but you must have done something, or you wouldn't be running. Now you're gonna pay."
Unluckily for Dawn, Paula had been running slower than the other cheerleaders, and stopped to go around the olive oil puddle. She had watched Dawn get back to her feet, and was ready to stop her at any moment. Almost on cue, Brenda reached around Dawn's waist, unbuttoned her Jeans, and pulled them down. "I see Mariana isn't the only one here with wet panties. Are you scared, or...don't tell me you're turned on by all this." Dawn instinctively covered her crotch with the book, but Paula would have none of that, and wrenched it from her hands.
Now it was Dawn's turn to whimper in fear and humiliation. Paula was about to discover her secret! Soon all the girls she had humiliated using magic would have their revenge. What if Brenda and her friends used magic to make the rest of her life miserable as she had made their day miserable?
Mariana grabbed Dawn's hair, and turned her around, so she was bent over, her behind face Paula, and the rest of the cafeteria. "Good idea," said Brenda, taking the book from Paula, let's see how much she loves reading now! As Mariana changed her grip from Dawn's hair to her arms, Brenda reenacted with the book the spanking Paula had given her with the cafeteria tray. After ten hard spanks to Dawn's generously curvy butt, Brenda paused, and Dawn thought maybe the spanking was over. Then she felt her panties being pulled down to her knees, followed by another ten spanks from Brenda, then around eight from Paula, before she felt her knees buckling and started to fall toward the ground. "We'll have none of that," said Brenda, grabbing the waistband of her white panties and pulling it up her back. "Get your fat ass up here so we can spank it some more."
Mariana pointed to a narrow steel column near the buffet with a coathook hanging from it. She grabbed Dawn's panties, and hooked the waistband on the hook. The panties stretched, but even an average sized girl's feet wouldn't reach the ground, and Dawn was short. The school laughed hysterically at Dawn's hanging wedgie, the expression on her face, the way her kicking legs made her hips and belly jiggle, her jeans caught around her ankles.
"Good job, Mari, now will you help me lift this?" Brenda handed Mariana a pair of oven mitts than she grabbed from the line by reaching across the buffet. The two of them lifted a giant tray of mashed potatoes from its hot-water tank in the serving line. The steam rising from it made it clear to all watching that these potatoes were extremely hot. Of course, Dawn couldn't see what they were doing, she was on the other side of the column, facing the wrong way. Brenda led them over to the column, and placed the hot mashed potatoes directly under Dawn.
"That is so wicked it is fabulous," Paula mused, as she started removing Dawn's combat boots so she could pull the jeans from her ankles. When the jeans were off, Paula put the boots back on Dawn's feet, and laced them halfway. The rest of the laces, she used to run a lace up behind Dawn's neck. This kept her feet high, making her look even more ridiculous, but, known to everyone but Dawn, would help to seal her fate when the panties could no longer hold her up. Paula, Brenda, and Mariana started to walk back to their table, where their cheerleading friends had brought cheerleading uniforms to replace their destroyed clothes. But Paula turned for a second, and grabbed her crotch with both hands. Everyone in the cafeteria, including Dawn, was surprised to imagine she was about to humiliate herself further. In moments, though, she produced the hot dog that Brenda had deposited there. Grabbing a chair to stand on, she climbed up and grabbed Dawn's nose. Unable to breathe, Dawn was eventually forced to open her mouth. "Here, have a hotdog." Having heaped this final indignity on Dawn, Paula walked away. Dawn removed the hotdog and threw it at her tormentress, hitting the back of her head, but this gesture came with no feeling of victorious satisfaction--she was still hanging from a high coathook by her underwear!
A few minutes later, the cheerleaders returned, somewhat cleaned up, and dressed in their cheerleading uniforms. It was time for their final victory. Brenda turned Dawn to one side, then the other, and the three girls pulled down on her until they heard a slight ripping sound. Then they stepped back, and encouraged the bystanders to begin filming. Dawn's hanging wedgie was about to end. The fabric could no longer support her.
Dreading the attention, yet pleased that an end to the painful wedgie was imminent, Dawn wiggled around on her own, trying to hasten the process. She didn't understand why this drew so much laughter from bystanders. Finally, with a huge, long rrrrrriping sound, Dawn plumeted to the ground. As she fell, her legs remained up because of the shoelaces. It was obvious she was going to land on her already sore behind, but the landing was softer than she expected. It took a second for the heat to register.
"Yeouch!" Dawn tried to rise to her feet, but her shoelaces caused her to fall back onto her defenseless butt in the hot potatoes. The photos posted to her classmates' facebook would show her eyes wide as with disbelief, and a clear view of her potato-covered hairy pussy in between her half-tied combat boots. Quickly, she extricated herself from the shoelaces, and rolled off the potato tray to the side, giving everyone a lovely view of her bright red full moon, covered by potatoes like a harvest moon screened by clouds. Taking off the half tied boots, she climbed to her hands and feet, and discovered the only bright side of her situation. They had dropped the book when they finished spanking her with it. No one knew her secret! She grabbed the book.
This time, as she climbed to her feet and scurried away, no one attempted to stop her. The cheerleaders were high-fiving, the rest of the students laughing, and filming her jiggling ass as she ran. She made it to the kitchen door. There had to be something inside that could cool the burning of her roasted rump!
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