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A woman finds herself wedgied and humiliated by the people in her life.
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Chapter #2

Brielle!

    by: Jess345 Author IconMail Icon
         Brielle walked through the rundown doors of Jefferson High, cracking her knuckles and letting out a contented sigh. This was her place, she ruled here, whatever she wanted she took and she wanted it all. She gathered her long blonde hair in a messy ponytail and let her mind wander onto who her first victim would be today:A jock a cheerleader? a nerd? a prep? too many options! Brielle shook her head

         "Gotta focus, c'mon Brielle." she said to herself. She steadied herself, took a long look down the hall full of lockers and then she caught sight of a small figure with a blond pixie cut, clad in a cardigan and loose jeans sagging just below a thick white waistband. a predatory grin crossed Brielle's face "Aelish, my favorite nerd!" she nearly yelled out loud, until she saw that she was bound for the washroom. A classic wedgie-swirly combo seemed a perfect way to start her morning and she wanted to surprise Aelish, to see the dumb look on her face when her panties were hiked up to her neck.

         Brielle unzipped her black hoodie, revealing her tight white tank top and as she gazed at the exposed waistband of Aelish's panties disappearing through the bathroom she found her hands almost unconsciously hiking the waist band of her skinny black jeans up higher over her bubble butt. She had to be sure no one ever saw her frilly, glitt- "No!" she thought. Not frilly. Regular. No one could be allowed see the waist band of her regular, black waistband. She ruled this school through fear. People associated her with the sounds of ripping waistbands, desperate pathetic pleading and flushing toilets and they all did not want to be on the wrong side of those sounds. So they treated her like the Princess she was. "No!" not Princess, Queen! "I am the Queen of Jefferson High" Brielle repeated to herself, at first desperately, but then more and more calmly. Pushing a few stray locks of hair off of her forehead Brielle let out a deep sigh and slumped against the wall next to the bathroom door. Denial wouldn't do anything to change reality. No matter how much she wanted to she couldn't deny the hot pink truth that lay beneath the dark denim exterior she used to keep it covered.

         "Fuckin' Princess Bonnie." Bonnie was Brielle's older sister. Only four years apart, but the two sisters could not have been more different. Where Brielle was rough and tumble tomboy with a penchant for snark, Bonnie was bright and bubbly with glowing long blonde hair, which always seemed to perfectly frame her Disney princess face, hence the nickname Brielle had meant as an insult, but Bonnie saw as a compliment. The only thing the sisters really shared were their curvy figures and good looks.

         Once the sisters got older Brielle got mouthier and mouthier towards Bonnie. Calling her a "dumb bimbo", "girly-girl". Brielle also tried to embarrass her sister by showing off Bonnie's extremely frilly and girly panties to boyfriends who came by, but Bonnie just laughed along with her sister, which only served to infuriate Brielle more. The only thing more frustrating for Brielle was that her older sister was also no push over, in fact Bonnie was stronger than her little sister and would always follow up on these outbursts eventually with wedgies, pantsings and all manner of prank. Brielle could never hold her off, Bonnie knew just how to defeat her sister every time. Brielle eventually learned to let her sister be and waited. Bonnie would go off to college and Brielle would be off to Jefferson High where she could finally be dominant, but of course Bonnie would provide her with the worst possible parting gift.

         Brielle had been looking forward to the same back to school shopping trip Bonnie had been treated to four years prior. By and large it had been a success Brielle acquired the dark jeans and tank tops she had wanted to, as well as her own make-up. The rub came when her mother hand pulled her out of the mall passing right by Victoria's Secret without stopping. "Uh, Mom we passed the st-" she had begun to say, but her mother cut her off with a sharp look. When they got home her mother went upstairs and while Brielle was watching a rerun of The Office she could have sworn she heard her sister cackling from upstairs. An hour or so later her mother came back down and said "I know you had your heart set on some new underwear sweetie, but money is tight right now and well, your sister shares some of the same...gifts from god that you received. So, I figured you could just get some hand-me-downs from her!" Brielle sat with a look like she had been slapped "M-mom please no, I can't wear those, they're so, so, so gi-" her mother raised a hand and said "Not another word unless you wish to find yourself over my knee. Go and see your sister she has your new underwear laid out for you." Brielle Hesitated "Now!" Brielle trudged off upstairs and walked like a condemned woman to her bedroom. As she got to the Keep Out sign that marked her door she extended a shaking hand and pushed the door open, the sight that greeted her would have made her bolt if she wasn't frozen with fear. Perfect Princess Bonnie was sitting at the foot of her bed giving her a smug grin as she gestured to the rows of panties laid on the bed. "Well baby sis, let me give you the tour!" she said with a clap of her hands and moving through the piles she showed her sister various humiliating panties. Some of them just had patterns on them like, hearts or stripes, but all of them were brightly colored and heavily frilled. One pair even had a rainbow waistband with a big rainbow right on the butt. Other had mortifying phrases on them like "Spank Me!" or "Bad Bitch", but the worst was saved for last when Bonnie went to a pile and said "I figured since I was being so nice and passing down all my undies you used to love to show off so much I could also pass down that lovely nickname you gave me! isn't that great sis?" she said with a toothy grin. She then dramatically revealed a pile of panties of various shades of pink and purple, some with frilly waistbands, some with bows, some with both, but all of them had one thing in common the word "Princess" emblazoned right across the seat. Brielle gulped, Bonnie giggled "Aaaand the crowning pair!" Bonnie sang while pulling a final pair out of her back pocket a hot pink pair of skimpy panties with a frilly, glittery waistband and written in silver glitter across the butt "I'm a Pretty Princess." She then pulled them over Brielle's head and gave her a quick kiss on the nose "Your welcome sis! have fun at high school."

         4 Years later at age 18 this was the same pair Brielle had on beneath her black jeans. The same pair she had to hide lest the reputation she built for herself was pulled down on top of her. The reputation she began to build when on that paranoid first day at Jefferson High she bumped into Aelish who had tried to apologize, but Brielle reacted quickly and in the middle of a hallway of their peers spun Aelish Around and plunged her hands down her skirt, grabbed hold of the white waistband of her granny panties, squatted down and shot back up ripping the panties up to her neck on the first pull as Aelish screeched and whimpered at her to stop and once the panties were hooked on Aelish's nose. Brielle yelled "Watch wear you're going next time granny!" and turned on her heel only to see a crown had formed. Some of them looked afraid, but all of them seemed impressed and after a brief pause they all cheered and laughed. It was that simple, with one wedgie Brielle had it all Popularity, looks and respect.

         This memory fully settled her nerves and she headed in after Aelish, though in her glee she didn't notice that she stepped on the cuff of her jeans and as they sagged a little under the weight a glittery, frilly waistband could be seen poking out above the dark black of her jeans...
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