Jennifer got to work preparing and rehearsing her lessons for today and soon enough, the first hour bell rang. She pulled the cord to lower the screen for the projector and stood up front, waiting for her class to settle in.
Apart from some confusing bouts of laughter from her class, first hour went pretty smoothly, although Jennifer began to blush and worry about what was so funny. She rubbed her bottom to feel for panty lines as her second hour came in and smiled at the first girls to enter and take their seats. One girl in particular was Lydia. Lydia was a pretty girl with a lot of friends with a reputation for doing whatever she wanted, although teachers didn't know about this reputation, students knew it well. She had a sporty fit figure with small but round and perky breasts, as well as a tight round butt that was gripped tightly by gray leggings. As Lydia came in she smiled extra bright as Jennifer before she took her seat.
Jennifer thought nothing of it and delivered her lesson plan as usual. A few less laughs this hour, but still some questionable moments. Finally Jennifer concluded her presentation and let the students do their work for the hour, settling in to her desk to think. Her train of thought was interrupted by a hand in the air - Lydia's hand. Jennifer stood up and walked over to Lydia with a smile. "Yes?" she asked, bent over and whispering so as to not draw attention from other students.
Lydia had seen Jennifer's embarrassing wardrobe malfunction from other students sending pictures, and she devised a plan. She didn't want to make it too big of a deal or potentially get in trouble with the administration, so she wanted to do it quietly. She sat in the back corner of the classroom, so people wouldn't see her unless they completely turned around. That way she could deal with Jennifer "privately".
"Uhm, yeah, I had a quick question," Lydia smiled, looking down at her paper and pointing to one of the sentences with her pencil. Jennifer pivoted around the desk to get a better view of the sentence, putting her big butt right next to Lydia, and within the popular girl's reach. "What's up?" Jennifer smiled, studying the paper. In a hushed voice, Lydia continued, "I was just wondering what this was about?" Jennifer's eyes shot open as she felt Lydia's fingers wrap around the waistband of her blue panties. She stood completely still, petrified with fear. "I- uhm. Lydia, this is very inappropriate," Jennifer nervously laughed in a quiet whisper. "I agree. Showing your panties off to the entire school IS quite inappropriate." Lydia smirked. "Now Lydia it's just a simple -" but she was cut off by Lydia tightening her grip and yanking upwards, the snug blue panties shooting up between Jennifer's big cheeks. Her eyes shot open even wider and she put her hands on the desk so she didn't fall over.
"Is this really happening? This has to be a dream! A student is giving me a wedgie! I'm a teacher, this can't happen to me!" Jennifer's mind was going a million miles an hour as her situation caught up to her, Lydia's grip not slacking at all. "I think wearing panties like these, you're practically begging for wedgies." Lydia whispered with a smirk. "I-I- I don't know what to say..." Jennifer whispered, looking at her student, who was grinning widely. "Well, don't worry. I won't wedgie you in front of everyone." Jennifer sighed with relief. "But!" Lydia smirked, giving another tug, bouncing Jennifer onto her tip-toes. "I am going to be your wedgie mistress from now on." Jennifer stood flabbergasted. "Lydia, come on, isn't that a bit ridi-!" she was again cut short by a fierce wedgie. Immediately she was getting flashbacks to her high school days of getting hung up on the flagpole and being given swirly wedgies. "Shhh" Lydia cooed with a smirk. She gave a few more tugs to Jennifer's panties, sufficiently flossing the teacher's big bottom before letting the panties quietly snap down. "Now I want you to pick that wedgie, but make sure your shirt stays tucked in. I'll know if it isn't. And you'll get it worse." Jennifer gulped and nodded slowly, doing as she was told, specifically tucking her shirt into the exposed fabric of the panties. "Meet me in here half an hour after school and we'll... discuss things." Lydia smirked, lightly spanking Jennifer once. "Now, go on." Jennifer slowly stood up straight, reluctantly following her instructions obediently and walking to her desk, hearing more whispers and giggles before she sat down, trying to play it cool.
For the rest of the day, Jennifer's mind was racing. Was she really going to let this happen? High school, hell, even college, all over again? The nerd being wedgied by the popular girl? Jennifer sighed and rubbed her forehead, thinking it over. She thought of all the wedgies she had gotten, whether it be quick ones, or long bouncing wedgies, ending with her feet dangling off of the floor as her panties were hung from a locker she didn't know the combination from. More than once there was a line made by the cheerleaders to give her swirly wedgies. Was that going to happen to her again, now, as an adult? Her own students, no less?
Finally, after hours of thinking about the wedgies she's gotten, and what was going to happen with Lydia, the last bell of the day rang.
What does Jennifer do?
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