Yuri Wedgie Oneshots (2nd series)

The best part of summer: A/L(Pt1)

Amelia's life of constant neglect wasn't what she would consider fun. It all started when her father died in a car accident. Life insurance may have paid well, but her mother still blamed her for it. It wasn't just her mother, Amelia blamed herself just as much because deep down, she knew that if she had just kept her mouth closed, her father would've seen the car.

Ever since then, her mother was constantly drunk and was rarely ever sober. This wouldn't have been such a problem if her mother didn't constantly abuse her. Whether she was drunk or not, Amelia's mother would hit her on the daily basis. Despite this, Amelia still loved her mother and wouldn't tell anyone about her problems at home. If she ever went to school and someone questioned her, she'd simply lie and say she fell or tripped.

This kind of treatment went on for years until it evolved into something a little worse. Once Amelia finally started high school, her life changed in both a good way and a bad way. She made friends, never got picked on, and had good grades. High school was so easy for her but one day when she got home, her mother was drunk like usual. She learned when she was younger that her mother wouldn't do anything to her as long as she didn't do anything or say anything. So she sat on the couch in the living room and did her homework while listening to music. Any mother would be proud of a daughter with straight A's, but Amelia's mother was jealous.

"You think you're smarter than me?" Amelia didn't hear her because she was wearing headphones. "You little bïtch, I'll show you what happens to nerds like you." Amelia still didn't hear anything, but she did feel confused when her mother grabbed her pink panties. That confusion turned into immediate pain when her mother lifted her off the ground by her panties. This caused her to drop a bunch of papers to the ground, one of which was her report card. When she saw the report card that showed nothing but A's, she was angered even more. "Guess you got his smarts and both of our looks."

Amelia was only tearing up from the pain and embarrassment, but after her panties ripped, her mother had one last trick up her sleeve. She grabbed Amelia and placed her over her lap, "I'll stop once I get tired." Her mother started spanking her already sore, wedgied behind. It's a good thing she was wearing jeans or else this would've been a lot worse.

After quite some time of being spanked, Amelia was pushed onto the floor as her mother laughed and then kicked her in the side before walking away. Amelia thought this was a one-time thing, but she would soon realize this wasn't true at all.

Nearly every day, her mother would give her some kind of painful wedgie or a spanking, or sometimes even both. Adding the physical pain to that of her mother constantly insulting her, Amelia had more than every right to run away or tell the authorities. But as she got older and matured, she understood that her mother was just projecting her insecurities onto her.

Her time at high school would've been a lot worse if it wasn't for her making a best friend, Liz. Amelia would usually go to Liz's house to hang out and do homework, but it also meant that her mother would be asleep by the time she got home. As for their dynamic, Amelia was more like the quiet type while Liz was "the fun one" as Amelia would put it. Whenever Amelia was with Liz, she felt a sense of safety. The two of them got so close in such a short amount of time, Amelia already got to know Liz's parents. They were very nice people, and good-looking as some of Liz's friends would put it.

The was one time when Amelia spent the night at Liz's house that she would never forget. This was the day Amelia officially caught feelings for Liz. It was a normal after-school day, Amelia and Liz were on their way to Liz's house. As soon as Liz opened the door, she knew what was coming. There was a cake on the table with the number 16 on it. Her parents were waiting at the table for them. "Either we sing happy birth this time, or we tell Amelia what your father named you." Amelia was confused while Liz was blushing, "Go ahead and tell her, I'll be in the basement."