The teachers for Wedgies 101 were Mr. Andrew and Miss Bella. Both were drop dead gorgeous: Andrew was 6’7 with sleek tan muscles, hidden beneath a nice long sleeved button up shirt. He wore black slacks, and a thick black belt. Bella was about 5’9 in three inch heels, and she was clad in a tight pencil skirt, a pink blouse, and underneath a pair of white cotton panties (Andrew’s favorite besides black lace cheekies). Once the class was settled, Andrew clapped his large hands to hush the first years.
“Hello class, and once again, welcome to Wedgie Academy. My name is Professor Andrew, and this lovely lady next to me is Professor Bella, and we are your teachers for Wedgies 101. To open the lesson, I want to get to know you all. The iPads in front of you are yours to keep. Open on the screen is a questionnaire. Answer honestly and truthfully please. And when you’re done, send in the results to me. Once the numbers on the board have turned green,” he nodded to a high-tech touch screen mounted on the wall (about six feet in width and five feet in height), “I'll be able to look through the answers and ask questions from there. Begin.”
Amelia answered each question honestly, telling that she’d never received a wedgie from another person before she arrived at WA, and that she’d never given herself a messy, atomic, or hanging. She estimated the total number of self wedgies she’d given herself over the past eight years was well into the hundreds. And when she hit send, numbed four on the board turned green.
Samantha sent her results in a minute later, and shortly all the squares were green. Andrew pressed a few buttons, and the results in cumulative graphs appeared. “Hm…” Andrew said as he studied the results. The rest of the class, and Miss Bella looked on. “I see that the majority of you had not received a wedgie from another person before you came to Wedgie Academy.” He tapped the wedge for the ones that had, and four names popped up. “Kylee? You answered that you’d received a wedgie before coming to WA?”
A stunning black-haired beauty up front nodded; a clone next to her: twins. “My sister and I kind of discovered our like for it young. And from the time we were about eight, she’s been hiking my panties up my butt.”
“Well then you two can be our first pair to introduce yourselves,” Andrew smiled. “Come on up ladies.” The two pushed themselves back from their desk and walked up to the front of the room. They were taller than Miss Bella, but shorter by far than Professor Andrew.”Now, as each group comes up here they will both tell their names. Then the giver will give a quick wedgie of their choice to their receiver. Nothing too long, just a bit of introduction to what we’ll be doing in here. All the wedgies we learn about in here will be done in front of the class, so you all better be getting used to the public factor of your wedgies.”
“My name’s Kaylee,” the blue clad twin announced to the class. “And this is my twin sister Kylee. As she said a minute ago, we’ve been wedgieing since we were eight years old. We’ve done everything in the book, but only one or two in public.” Kaylee turned to her sister and flipped up her skirt. Bending at the waist with her butt to the classroom, Kylie felt her twin sister grip the waistband of her orange and black panties lightly, wiggle the panties up into her butt, and then start pulling. After a good solid minute of hard tugs, Kylee’s round tan butt was on perfect display with the panties lodged up her butt. The two girls went back to their seat.
And so the process continued. Little Alice, the pixie-like girl with short black hair, was another girl who’d been wedgied before she came here. She was the youngest of four children, with two older sisters and one older brother. Her gorgeous giver Caleb lifted her small body right up off the ground by the black of her black cheekie panties.
Amelia bent at the waist in front of the class and put her hands on her knees. Samantha got two fistfuls of green and purple fabric and pulled up hard. Amelia’s ass, which was already raw from the ripping, the squeaky clean, and the hour-long chair wedgie, scorched with burning pain. Amelia bit her lip as her feet momentarily left the ground. The panties were stretched up to her shoulder blades when Samantha let go and they snapped back into place. The receiver dug the fabric out of her as they went back to their seats and the final two couples went.
“Good, good,” Andrew said. “Now all of you givers, except for maybe one or two, went very light on your receivers, and that’s quite all right for now. But you all must understand that yes, a portion of the experience here is supposed to be sweet and happy for you, but the majority is going to be hard, excruciating and embarrassing wedgies. I want you receivers to know what you can look forward to from this school.” Andrew turned to Bella and positioned her in front of the class. He reached into the high pencil skirt, wiggling his fingers to find white cotton. When he found it, flexing the muscles in his thick arms, he cranked the fabric straight up into Bella’s ass. The poor young woman was lifted right off the ground by her strong colleague. He gave long, hard, slow bounces that had Bella squealing with each descend into the wedgie. Her panties, though tight at first, were now wedgied into her pussy and crack and the waistband was at her shoulders. Another bounce, another heave, another screech, and Andrew slapped the waistband of Bella’s panties over her forehead. He grabbed the peeking front of her panties and gave a vicious tug, picking her up off the ground by a frontal while the atomic was still firmly in place.
“We want receivers to enjoy their time here at Wedgie Academy, but you’re also here to get wedgies. Not just the little ones that I’m sure feel good to you, but these kinds as well. In this class, you all will learn the most effective way to give hard wedgies and will have plenty of practice before exams every Thursday. So let’s begin with the easiest wedgie, the regular.”
Andrew clicked on the board after helping Bella out of her atomic, and brought up notes for the first wedgie they’d be learning about. Samantha and Amelia both pulled out their notebooks and began taking notes. After long explanations, a few pictures, and even three videos showing good, hard regulars, it was time to go.
“Your homework tonight it to practice the regular wedgie for a quiz tomorrow,” Andrew called out. “Givers, please take pictures. Also, in your rooms you will find a brand new recording camera mounted on a tripod. I will need at least a thirty second video as well, and the waistband must reach your receivers shoulder blades. Good day.”
Samantha took Amelia’s hand and led her out of the room. It was nearly six and time for dinner in the mess hall. The snow that blanketed the ground outside was at least a foot and a half deep, and there was no way anyone was heading outside, so most everyone would be heading to the gym or movie theatre after supper. Sam, however, had invited Kaylee and Kylee over to her room to do their homework for Wedgies 101. After a good supper of chicken fettuccini, the two young girls headed to their rooms and changed into their pajamas. There was a knock on the door, and Samantha opened it.
Kaylee and Kylee had changed into matching short pink and blue pajama shorts that showcased their endless legs. Kaylee had a blue camisole on and a black lace bra beneath, and Kylee had on a pink camisole with a white lace bra on. They stepped inside and Sam quickly closed the door. Kaylee had the folded tripod and new camera in her hands. Kylee had a couple pairs of extra panties just in case.
“I was thinking we could just do a few practice ones,” Sam said once Kaylee had their camera set up.
“Do you wanna switch up?” Kaylee asked, eyeing Amelia in her booty shorts and tight tank top.
“That is a lovely idea,” Samantha grinned, curly her finger towards Kylee, who came forward. Samantha moved to stand behind the beautiful twin. Sam slid her hand down the back of Kylee’s pants to find her underwear, and when her hand curled around the thick waistband, she gave a good hard yank. The fabric shot straight into Kylee’s ass, promptly moving her to her tippy toes.
Kaylee smiled, turning her attention to the new victim of her talents. Amelia waited obediently and consented as the much taller Kaylee turned her slowly and bent her over the edge of the bed. The giver liked the look of the booty shorts hugging Amelia’s beautiful ass, so instead of baring her for the wedgies, she left them up. Slipping both of her hands down beneath the waistband, she searched greedily for the green waistband of the green and purple panties.
Her experienced hands closed around the thick waistband, and she felt the soft, slightly stretched fabric between her fingers before slowly pulling up. The waistband came first, followed by a colorful sea of fabric that stretched up across Amelia’s back. Kaylee pulled it all out of her victim’s shorts, and she didn’t bundle it. She wanted to see all the glorious fabric and know just how much she was pulling up into the ass of her pet. Amelia just closed her eyes, content, and folded her arms on the bed in front of her. She laid her cheek on her arm and relaxed as Kaylee began with the soothing wedgie.
Kaylee worked the panties up, firmly grinding the fabric smoothly between Amelia’s perfectly round cheeks. A soft jerk sent them bouncing around in their shorts, and Kaylee felt a tingle between her legs. Using her left hand to stretch the panties farther up her back and into her crack, Kaylee positioned herself and began to knead Amelia’s ass gently in her hands. Through the fabric of the shorts Amelia’s ass was plump and perfect.
“Don’t have too much fun,” Samantha teased. Kaylee looked up to see that the other giver had her twin in a similar situation.
“I must say, Amelia, you have a wonderful ass,” Kaylee commented. She reached between the round cheeks to get a good grip before squeezing wonderfully. “It’s perfect to hold…and to squeeze…and to wedgie.”
“Uh!” The sound of pleasure came from the back of Amelia’s throat as her panties wiggled their way into her virgin, spreading amazing sensations through her body. Without her realizing, she began to spread her feet wider so that the fabric could dig deeper. It added about an inch to the overall height of the wedgie. The green waistband now rested, taught, just below Amelia’s shoulder blades.
“Perfect picture moment,” Kaylee announced, and she retrieved her small digital camera without releasing her hold on the panties, and snapped a few good pictures of her handiwork. “Now I can get to work.”
Dropping the camera onto the bed, Kaylee gripped the legholes of Amelia’s stretched out panties with both hands and heaved upwards. Immediately both of her small feet left the ground. Amelia gasped at the sudden intensity of the wedgie, her panties wedging so deep inside of her she thought they would soon be considered a part of her anatomy. The fabric began to snap and pop as little threads gave way. With each new broken thread came slacker for Kaylee to pull. The wedgie met it climax as Kaylee bounced Amelia in the taught wedgie.
“Ugh, oh, mmmm, uh!” Amelia’s voice rose in pitch as she writhed beautifully in the wedgie. She was so turned on by the fabric so deep in her pussy, putting pressure on her intimate areas. She didn’t even notice her being forced to stand up straight until she felt hands, a new pair, gripping the front of her panties. She opened her eyes and watched in admiration as her Samantha got a firm grip on the front of her panties and heaved upwards.
Already hanging suspended in the air by Kaylee, Amelia rose a little more as the fabric of her panties ground through her more intensely than this morning. Now she was affected by gravity. Now, she was feeling the full effect of a squeaky clean wedgie she liked to think of as a flossing. A moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure, left her lips. “More,” she cried.
Kaylee took her turn then, smiling as Amelia moaned loudly. Kaylee could only imagine what Amelia must be feeling. It had to be something like she felt; her giving a wedgie to a helpless, willing or unwilling receiver turned her on so fast…
Amelia came when Sam pulled from the front, and it was the most amazing feeling she’d ever experienced. Her two givers waited for her to ride it out before beginning again. The now wet panties made it even easier to slide her panties back and forth between her. And finally after about ten minutes, her panties ripped.
“A souvenir,” Kaylee smiled, and she put the ruined panties in her bag. “Now we can do homework.” She turned to grin at her twin sister, who was on Samantha’s bed in a jock lock.
Both of the receivers wiggled in response.
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