Babysitter's loss

A signle person was walking down Firehowl street with her hands next to her small bag and her green eyes looking around with unmasked disgust. Her name was Vicky, a senior in the town’s high school and the most popular of all girls. Her hair was bright orange and long while her hourglass body was fully developed, with a perky, bouncing butt and a large amount of cleavage. Now she wore a tight green shirt and black yoga pants that showed her figure. She hated the losers who were fearful of showing themselves and for that she punished them! Her lips curled into a small and scary grin as she remembered what she and the other populars had done to a short goth. The hanging wedgie by the flagpole, an instant classic! The loser had howled and whimpered, begging for help. It was so funny!

But tonight fun time was over for a while as she had managed to get a job. Taking care of a runt until his parents were back. Easy. She had experience with brats, a few warnings and a couple of hours hanging by their underwear and they would scream no more. The parents would be already out and they had told her where the key was, so she went inside the house and put her hands on her hips “TIMMY! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!”

She waited for a couple of seconds, but there was no sound of a frightened eleven year old runnning downstairs. Vicky smirked. Good, this will be more fun for her! She began walking upstairs and then, just as she had reached the last step, she saw Timmy, standing in the hallway.

“I am Vicky, your babysitter and also your worst nightmere if you don´t obey me. Got that you little runt?” growled Vicky.

“Sorry, I can´t hear you from this far away. You were saying?” said Timmy.

Vicky growled and took two more steps forward “I said..AAGH!” her high-heels slipped on the wet floor and she fell face-down with a loud grunt. She tried to get on her fours but she slipped and fell again “Fuck!” the red head rose her head to glare at the kid but then saw a fishing rod ready on his hands “What is that for?”

Timmy pointed at Vicky’s back and the babysitter then noticed the string going from the tip of the rod to the back of her pants. A metal had grabbed her red thong and before she could shout the kid to stop, Timmy used the fishing rod to yank the underwear towards him!

“EEK!” Vicky screamed and her eyes widened. Her thong was now stretched all the way past the middle of her back and it was cutting her ass in half! Another pull dragged her some inches forward and made her yelp. It was folowed by another and another. The babysitter swung her curvy body in all directions, her brain still unable to understand that she had gotten a wedgie by the kid she had to babysit!

Finaly Timmy got bored and let the fishing rod go before jumping over Vicky’s body and running downstairs. The girl let out a roar and finaly was able to stand and go after the kid. She had only took two steps when she heard a ripping sound behind her. She looked back and gasped at the big hole in her pants “You...You BASTARD!”

She kicked the entrance’s door open and jumped towards the garden. The kid was waiting infront of her and she noticed a rubber duck on his hand “Do you think a gift will stop me?!”

The kid shook his head and made the two squeak two times. Vicky then heard a noise and three seconds later a huge dog the size of a small horse came to the kid’s side. Vicky felt her legs shaking as the kid pointed at her and the dog growled. Then the race was on!

She went as fast as she was able to, with the beast following her close. One bite grabbed her pants and she had to desperately get out of them and run with her legs naked and her butt only covered with a red thong. There was a high wodden fence nearby and she began to climbe it. Desperation gave her speed and she avoided the dog’s teeth just by the inch of an inch. But she didn´t notice the widened legholes of her stretched thongs surrounding the top of the fence. So, when she dropped down, the thong stopped her in mid-fall.

“OOOWW!!” Vicky kicked and whailed in utter pain as she got the wedgie she usualy gave to nerds: A hanging wedgie. Her screams alerted the current inhabitant of the house, who went out and laughed as she saw the red head’s predicament. What was worse was that the person was the goth who Vicky had hung by her underwear before.

“Not so popular now, are you Vicky?” laughed the goth, who took some pictures while Vicky started to sobb in her humiliatig wedgie.

After the photos spread, Vicky no longer was the popular girl, but all the contrary. She was the victim of all the nerds who she had tormented over the years and since she could no longer blackmail, her grades fell and she had to spend another year in high school, with the same loser status. Even once she was married the wedgies didn´t end with the more successful nerds becoming her bosses and making her pay for years to come.