Brielle grabbed her bags from the back of Jazmin's mom's SUV and slung them over her shoulder's as she turned to gaze over the forested area that was Camp Isabella. Brielle ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair, a sneer forming on her pouty lips, her deep blue eyes narrowing as she saw various victims from her school milling around the registration area and among them a whole host of new victims for her to bully from school's all across the state. Brielle shared a shark smile with Jazmin, before giving her a playful slap on her big bouncing bubble butt clad in a tight pair of daisy dukes.
"I guess I should thank you for convincing me to come here, bubble butt," said Brielle, "I didn't realize how many nerds there would be for us to wedgie and spank to our heart's content."
Jazmin gave Brielle's almost equally large,yoga pants covered bubbly booty a pinch, drawing a satisfying squeak from the taller girl. "Well princess, remember how right I am so that in the future I don't have to use such forceful tactics to make you see the light," said Jazmin with a smug smirk that was met with Brielle rolling her eyes at the memory of their "discussion" about going to camp...
Four weeks earlier...
"EEEK! J-Jazmin STAWWWP!" Squealed Brielle, as she was bent over her bed with her black jeans sliding just below her ass, leaving her pale behind completely exposed as Jazmin rammed her pink panties with "Pretty Princess" written on the seat between her big cheeks, "Please! I don't wanna go to some dumb camp, we can just wedgie nerds here instead!" Jazmin just shook her head at her hot blonde friend before adjusting her grip, renewing the assault with a series of brutal tugs that drew even more girly shrieks from Brielle's lipstick coated mouth and finished with the waistband of the humiliating undies being snapped into place on Brielle's forehead.
"Jazmin please! You know I'm not athletic enough to make the volleyball team, I might get stuck at math camp," begged Brielle.
"Well you would fit in at math camp," teased Jazmin,"but you have nothing to worry about, princess. The camps aren't really about doing well, you just look the part and stand around at some practices. Then during all the free time we're gonna have we ruin some dork's summers!" Brielle was about to interrupt. but Jazmin cut her off saying, "Please Brielle, you know I'm miserable with my Mom and sister wedgieing and spanking me and making me wear all those ridiculous outfits! I need to get away from them and this camp is the answer, please? For me?"
Brielle rolled her eyes and pointed at the waistband stuck to her forehead as she replied, "I feel for you I really do and I almost want to say yes, but this atomic wedgie is giving me significant...pause." Brielle sarcastically arched an eyebrow at her friend. Jazmin laughed and quickly undid the wedgie letting the undies snap back to Brielle's wide hips.
"You make a good point, wedgie head," said Jazmin, ruffling Brielle's now frizzy and matted blonde hair with one hand and playing with her phone in the other, "but I think you'll wanna get away from here for a bit too." Brielle gave her friend a quizzical look. Jazmin smiled and said "Remember last month when you lost a wedgie bet to me and I made you twerk in my little sister's old ballet leotard and tutu?" Brielle gulped as her cheeks reddened at the memory before nodding. "Well, I just uploaded the video to my Instagram!" Jazmin turned her phone towards Brielle who turned paler than usual.
"JAZ-MIN! You bitch,' huffed Brielle who was dismayed as she watched the likes and comments roll in, "Fine you win...bitch."
Back in the present at Camp Isabella
Brielle had decided to fully forgive Jazmin about halfway through their walk from the car to their cabin when Jazmin utterly destroyed a blonde haired girl from the soccer camp, giving her a jock-lock wedgie face down in the mud while Brielle filmed the whole thing. A crowd of campers had watched, cheering Jazmin on and by association Brielle. Establishing them both as top dogs who weren't to be messed with. Brielle uploaded the video with glee. "See if anyone cares about my dumb twerking video after they see something this embarrassing!" Brielle thought to herself. Brielle and Jazmin high-fived and walked to their cabin on top of the world, sure nothing would ever knock them off it...
"...I can't believe you didn't know about these traditions, bubble butt," shout/whispered Brielle at Jazmin, stomping her foot on the floor of their room, making her round bottom jiggle in the black spandex shorts with a pink handprint printed on the butt of her volleyball uniform, "Now we have a group of soccer girls waiting outside that door to measure our butts and potentially choose us to be spanked in front of the whole soccer camp before being made a wedgie maid!"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," said Jazmin, "Maybe they'll pick someone else? I know your butts huge, princess, but there must be someone with a butt bigger than yours." Brielle gave Jazmin a deadpan stare before replying, "Yeah, yours."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Enough," ordered Brielle, "This bickering is useless and we have a bigger problem..." Jazmin stared blankly at her. "Having our humiliating undies exposed to everyone, dumbass!"
"Oh yeah," said Jazmin, "but you have that taken care of. We'll just change into some of the plain pairs you smuggled up here real quick!"
"Um..." Brielle trailed off twirling her hair as her mind drifted off
One day earlier
Brielle dashed up the stairs of her home with a bowl of ice cream in hand rushing to her room to watch some TV while she finished packing for camp, but when she got there she was greeted by a horrible sight. Her older sister Bonnie was seated on her bed. Stupid, vapid, perfect Bonnie. Bonnie and her sister shared the same Blonde good looks and generous curves, but that was where the similarities ended. Brielle resented her looks and emphasized the meanness of them, embracing the bully life style. Bonnie smiled where her sister scowled and never seemed to have a bad word to say to anyone, but much to Brielle's chagrin Bonnie was no pushover. In fact whenever Brielle tried to act up towards Bonnie would put her in her place without issue. Wedgies, swirlies, spankings and a variety of other pranks all used against Brielle with the justification of it being a taste of her own medicine. This was the way Bonnie had replaced all of Brielle's undies with her embarrassing hand-me-downs at the start of high school. Brielle was about to spit an insult at her sister when she noticed laid out on the bed next to Bonnie were the panties Brielle had bought for her and Jazmin to have at camp so their embarrassing secrets weren't exposed. Bonnie gestured to the two pairs of black panties and two black thongs menacingly.
"Brielle, I was coming up here to help you pack and imagine my shock when I saw that you had four pairs of underwear that I didn't recognize," explained Bonnie, "Are the undies I gifted you no good? Nothing to say? Well, I think that's very rude and we need to have another lesson in manners."
Brielle turned and began to run, but in a flash Bonnie was behind her, grabbing the back of Brielle's leggings with an iron grip. Brielle froze in fear as Bonnie pulled her leggings and panties away from her butt with one hand while using her other to snatch the bowl of ice cream from Brielle and quickly dumping it down the back of Brielle's panties. Brielle began to dance from leg to leg "C-cold! Damn it Bon-eek!" Brielle squeaked as Bonnie slapped her behind driving the ice cream into her crack.
"Oh no! what a mess," exclaimed Bonnie,"looks like you need to change. Luckily you have all these new panties! Go change into them...all of them!" Brielle grabbed the panties and trudged into her bathroom to change.
"200! I deserve this for being an ungrateful brat!" Screeched Brielle as Bonnie laid another spank to her now deeply red bubble butt. Brielle's screams were muffled my the black mask of atomic-wedgied panties hooked over her chin. The pain was amplified by the black thong wedgied over her shoulders and worsened still by the thong hooked onto her pink bra. The worst pain though was the black panties hooked onto her slowly spinning ceiling fan making her into a pathetic pinata for her sister to spank.
"I think you've learned your lesson Brielle," said Bonnie as she walked to Brielle with a pair of scissors and cut her down from each of her wedgies causing Brielle to flop face down on the ground with tatters of cloth covering her naked behind. "I do see that you want some more mature panties to I got you these as an birthday gift, but you can have them early." Bonnie tossed four thongs, each more sparkly than the last, some emblazoned with butterflies, some with unicorns, but all with "Princess Brielle" written above the butt into the suitcase and zipped it shut. Brielle knew better than to take them out of the suitcase.
Present Day
"No...I couldn't get any plain panties," admitted Brielle. Jazmin gave her a disappointed look, but patted her on the back as they both headed to the gallows.
Brielle lay on her bed, reading a trashy sci-fi novel, kicking her legs up, but still feeling restless. It had been hard not to laugh at the look on Jazmin's face when she was dragged off to the soccer camp, but dread set in shortly after as Brielle knew as Jazmin's reputation so went hers. Brielle had gone over to their neighbour's room and asked Ellen and Madison about the other traditions. The cheerleader one shook her to core and it made it clear to her that she didn't know nearly enough about the camp. This disquieted her thoughts and prevented her from enjoying her book. She decided to learn more about the camp and headed out for an evening walk around the place.
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