Pipers worst day of school

Untitled Part 1

As you sit at your lunch table eating your assortment of low quality, school cafeteria food, something catches your eye. You notice a bright blue fabric sticking out from piper's floral skirt. You notice as she leans forward, that it's actually pretty high on her waist, almost to the middle area of her back, and you think how much of a wedgie she's already getting because of it. You wonder if she did that herself, pulled up on the sides of her thong to give herself a wedgie, and then left it there figuring no one would see, or care enough to notice. You smile to yourself, knowing what is about to happen. You finish your lunch and gather your tray, ready to walk over to the garbage bins and dump your garbage, on your way back to your seat, you ready yourself. As you pass by pipers table she laughs at something someone at her table said. She's completely unaware of what's going to happen to her. You walk up behind her, and grab the waist band of her light blue, extremely elastic, T string thong, and yank it up, up, up until it's high enough to be over her head. Instead of stretching the waist band over her blonde head, you put her arms, that have begun grabbing at her butt, trying to pick the wedgie that is still in process, through the now very large leg holes of her stretchy, elastic, light blue, "Pink" brand thong. You pull the sides of her thong up and over her shoulders, and reach to the front of her underwear, over her waistband covered shoulder, and pull the front of her elastic thong waistband up as well. She is now wearing her elastic thong as suspenders, and as you prepare to make your get away, you grab both sides of the thong waistband and put the left side of the stretchy blue waist band over her head and on her right shoulder, and the right side of the bright elastic waistband over her head, and onto the left shoulder. Now the only way she'll be able to get it off is to uncross the fabric on her shoulders, and give herself a wedgie high enough for the thong waist band go over her head. You make your escape, and as you leave the lunchroom, you hear people laugh as they find such a pretty, short, and popular girl with her own thong slicing her butt in half, stuck over her shoulders. She wriggles and squirms and pulls at the thin line of fabric that divides her large round bottom in half, but to no avail. She tries to pull her underwear over head and undo the locking shoulder wedgie you gave her, but she's not strong enough. You go to your locker, chuckling to yourself.

At the end of the day, you walk back to your locker, ready to go home after another boring day at school. Well, mostly boring. You did give the most popular girl in your grade an unremovable shoulder wedgie at lunch. As you smile, recalling the events of your lunch period, you hear laughter down the hall and it only grows louder. As you look and try to find out what it is, you see a short, pretty, girl with, for some reason, wet, dirty blond hair walk down the hall way. Well, waddle down the hallway. You also notice she has bright blue fabric sticking out of the front of her skirt, and go all the way up her chest, where they criss cross, and go over her shoulders. You laugh, and ask her "what happened, princess"? "You happened, Remember" she fires back, clearly not amused. "You had your fun and embarrassed me, now take my damn thong off my shoulders right now" she says angrily. You say "sure, but you have to stay after school for an hour, and after that, I'll take it off" you reply. "EEUUGGH. Fine, I'll stay after school with you, but you BETTER take my stupid wedgie off after that. "Of course I will! I might even take it out early if you're on your best behavior." "Fine" she replies. As you too find a place in the hall to sit and chat for a while, you ask what happened to her head, and why it's all wet.

"After lunch they carried me into the girls locker room by my shoulder thong, and gave me swirlies for about thirty minutes." "Yikes" you say. "Yeah, it wasn't that bad though. Not as bad as being called wedgie girl all day. Even the teachers..." she says as she trails off. You sit down by some lockers, and the gyms. She squats down a bit but shoots back up. "OWW" she says as she finds out sitting with as large of a wedgie as that will cause some pain. "can you please take this off now" "No, your thong looks good up on your shoulders" "I don't care, take it off now" "if you say so". You both stand up, and you go over to her and grab the crossing waist band of her thong on her shoulders. You yank up, and she stands up on her tip toes, and wobbles a bit from being pulled up so high. You uncross the fabric and you let her down a little, not taking your hands off the bright blue thong. "You can let go now" she says. "I'm not done having my fun". You yank her underwear up, and reach around into the front of her skirt, and grab the fabric in on the front of her thong. You pull up from the front, as she squeals in pain, you pull up from the back, then the front, then the back, alternating every time, and as the friction builds up, so does the volume of her yells. Once you're done, you drag her through the gym into the girls locker room, and pull up once on the back and pull the 1/4 inch of stretchy blue fabric up over her head, over her eyes, and over nose.You drag her into one of the stalls by the under wear that is over her head, her feet moving quickly but staying close together to not allow the thong to go any father up her perky round butt. You drag her into the stall, and force her on her knees, and shove her thong covered head into the toilet water. You flush her head under the water, pull her back up and back under she goes for another flush. After about 5 minutes, you take her soaking wet out of the stall and open one of the tall lockers. You grab the under wear off her head and pull her up, off the ground, and hook her thong waist band over the top of the locker. You tell her to have fun drying out, and go sit down on one of the benches, just watching her.

Once you think she's dried enough you walk up to her, and say it's almost time, to go, and grab her legs, you pull down and let go, allowing her to bounce up and down and up and down on the unusually elastic thong she decided to wear today. You grab her by the stomach and pull down, down, down, until you hear the surprisingly stretchy thong begin to rip. You also hear her squealing in pain, but that'll be over soon. As her bright blue thong finally rips, she falls down onto the cold locker room floor. She stands up, fixes her skirt, pulls her bright blue, torn thong off of its hanging place on the locker, and slowly limps out to the front of the school, where she will get picked by her parents.