Jennifer first goes to the teachers lounge. Cynthia, a history teacher, comes up behind Jennifer. She gives her panties a sharp, much needed, tug as all the teachers laugh louder. Some even applaud.
“Ow ow ow, this can’t be happening all over again!” Jennifer complained as Cynthia slapped her butt. She gasps.
“Classic dweeb move, leaving their underwear sticking out. Welcome back to high school nerd, home of swirlies, noogies, and-probably the most important-Atomic Wedgie~” Cynthia grinned as she said that and gave a sharper tug with both hands.
“Ow owie, come on Cynthia, we are both teachers now, aren’t we a little too old for wedgies?!” Jennifer whined as her butt jiggled when another girl-the Phys Ed-teacher walked by a smacked. Everyone knew Lizzie and Cynthia had been cheerleaders. Jennifer alway feared them.
She grinned as the two started bouncing her for the other teachers’ amusement. She groaned and winced. The others laughed so much that they started crying.
“I don’t know dork, does the feel like I’m too old or too good at giving wedgies. Because I use to give wedgies to dweebs, nerds, and dorks like you back in high school!” Cynthia tugged so hard on the panties that Jennifer thought they were going to rip. Lizzie stepped back and nodded approvingly, with her arms crossed. She snorted in laughter.
“Ack please let go of my, ow, underwear!” Jennifer had bit down her lip to keep from screaming. This isn’t why she became a teacher.
“Eat it nerd, my turn next!” The principal had also been a cheerleader, and was known for making up cheers.
“D-W-E-E-B, you deserve more wedgies. W-E-D-G-I-E wedgies wedgie…”
Cynthia got out of the way to allow the principal to do the honors. She did and shouted.
“WEDGIE!” Jennifer gasped and screeched in pain as there came a rip sound. The principal enjoyed the laughter from the teachers, and even some students who had been eavesdropping outside in the halls.
“No No No, put my down!” Jennifer was looking at the clock. She had to go teach. She didn’t become a teacher just to get wedgies by older cheerleaders. It was high school all over again. What next? A swirly and a wedgie combo? A hanging wedgie. A bra-
“I know we all have to go soon to teach, but first, Jennifer, it’s time for your bra-connection wedgie!!” The principal stopped tugging on her undies long enough for Jennifer to gasp with relief from the pain. The stretched at underwear was still dug up into her but cheeks a little, but now be much now. Jennifer turned to look at her backside, as some of the teachers gave high-fives the cheerleaders before leaving. They were all still laughing but it was dying down. One of the girls was trying not to spit out her coffee from hysterics. She was still drinking it and watching, with a little twinkle, and a gleam of amusement.
Jennifer gasped as the principal put her into a headlock and gave her a noogie.
“Bad bad nerd, don’t pick at the wedgie. The Wedgie picks you!” She lifts Jennifer into the air again as the remaining ones in the teacher’s lounge laugh.
“Whelp, I better get to class but good show though!” The girl at the table put down her coffee and high-fives the principal, Lizzie, but merely glanced at Cynthia.
“Waits up with you Shelia, want me to give you one super special wedgie for good luck?” Cindy glanced hungrily at her backside.
“That won’t be necessary Cynthia, good day!” Shelia marched out and the three turned their attention but to the dangling Jennifer.
“One last three-way bouncing wedgie before the bra-connection wedgie? Your students will appreciate that one, the cheerleaders will really like it- you may even get a few extra wedgies… We may even see her out there hanging from the flagpole before we leave ladies~”
“Let me go, please, I have class to-
All three of them tugged up and down and got a good bounce going. The panties were still intact but gave another little sound, threatening to rip..
“TEACH mmf!” He face was pressed against the table as she was lifted off her feet. This went on three more troubling times before Cynthia and Lizzie left after high-giving the principal. She let go momentarily and Jennifer winced as she rubbed on her backside.
“Eeek!” The principal lifted her into the air again.
“It’s important for you to obey my rules dork, no picking… Okay now, for your bra-connection!” The principal took off Jennifer’s shirt for her.
“Mmm love the bra and panties Jenn-i-fer~” The principal grabbed and connected the two. She smacked Jennifer on the butt before she left.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
