Tales from Webb SkyDay University - Part 2

    Pain. This was a common occurrence within Nala Fraizer’s life ever since she enrolled in Webb SkyDay University. It isn’t a normal source of pain. This pain she was feeling wasn’t related to romance or grades. No, the pain she was feeling was the feeling of cotton being forcefully pulled. Being forcefully pulled through her ass crack that is. And that is because she was currently being wedgied by one of the three biggest bullies, Cathleen Sullivan.

    Let’s turn back a few minutes before this happened. It had happened one sunny afternoon when Nala was walking back to her dorm. She felt like getting some exercise, so she decided to walk to and from her classes that day. It would soon prove a decision she would gravely regret.

    As she was passing by a covered bus stop, she was suddenly called out to by the second biggest pain in her ass, Cathleen Sullivan. One of the biggest bullies within WSDU’s halls.

    The six-foot-five woman towered over the shorter woman as she stood up from the seat she was previously sitting in.

Ah, fuck. I don’t want to deal with her. Is it too late to pretend I didn’t hear her and continue on my way? No, no. I already stopped and have already made eye contact with her. If I try and leave now, she will either catch up with me and wedgie me harder, or she will find me next week on campus and wedgie me harder then. I might as well get this over with so I can go home.

    And without another word, Nala quietly assumes the position that had been drilled into her head since she met Cathleen.

“Oh? Not putting up a fight today, are we? Well, while that may take some of the fun out of this, it’s still nice to see that you are finally learning,” Cathleen mocked as she slid all ten of her cold fingers down the back of Nala’s shorts. She could feel her cheeks (the ones on her face) begin to burn as Cathleen’s fingers wrapped around her underwear.

    No matter how many times I go through this, I never get used to the idea of being wedgied by a cute girl. Wait, no! Cathleen isn’t cute, Nala though, she’s a bully. She hurts me and Moore all the time. I shouldn-

Before she even had the chance to finish that though or clench her cheeks (the bottom ones this time), Nala’s gray thong was rocketed out of her shorts as they reached her mid-back. This sent a wave of pain through her ass as she was pulled off the ground and quickly bounced. Her hands quickly went to her crotch in a vain attempt to ease the pain she was now being subjected to.

    “Oh, eek, ow,” squeaked Nala as she kicked he legs wildly as she was bounced. Her ass was subjugated to pain that was sadly all too familiar to her. There wasn’t anything she could do to stop the pain but hope that Cathleen would get bored quickly and leave. At least that was the plan until she heard an unfamiliar voice behind her.

    “Cathleen Mei Sullivan! What are you doing?” the question came from an older woman, slightly taller than Cathleen wearing a light-blue tank top and green pants with her hair almost covering her eyes. At the sight of this woman, Cathleen dropped Nala, who landed on all fours as she began rubbing her butt while looking back in confusion.

    “Mommy!?” Cathleen clamored

    “Mommy?” questioned Nala, completely confused.

    “What are you doing to this young lady? I thought I raised you better than this, but clearly, I was wrong. You bet that when we get back home, I am definitely punishing you,” began Amy, Cathleen’s mom as she grabbed Cathleen by the ear and began to walk away.

    “But, mo-” Cathleen started as she pull away, not wanting to be scolded in front of her victim by her mom. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment.

    “Cathleen! You know, just for that. I’ve decided that you need your punishment right now, young lady!”

    Before Nala realized, Cathleen was quickly grabbed by her arm and turned around. And just as soon as she was turned around, Amy’s hands slipped down into the sides of Cathleen’s dark grey pants and pulled them below her knees. Without a second thought, the mom suddenly grabbed Cathleen’s thong and pulled up, launching up the orange thong in tow.

In a single second, Amy Sullivan pulled the sides of the thong to just under Cathleen’s armpits. Before she could even react, Cathleen was quickly being bounced by her underwear. She was bounced a few times before being dropped to her feet and almost fell to her knees from the pain.

    But, before she could recover, Ms. Sullivan grabbed the front of the thong and pulled up, just as she had done with the sides. Cathleen seemed to really react to this, as she fell silent and her right eye twitched. At the sight of this, Nala quickly adverted her eyes as she blushed noticing the extreme camel toe the woman who would have subjected her to this just a moment ago as experiencing.

At the sight of seeing her usual bully being punished in the exact same manner usually used on her, Nala couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. This was her next mistake.

    “Oh, so you like seeing people get wedgied, do you, young lady?” snarled the furious mom.

    “What?” Nala puzzled.

    “Ah, bubble butt, hurry up and run! My mom tends to get tunnel vision when angry!” the blushing Cathleen shouted as Ms. Sullivan quickly hangs her on a nearby street sign by her yawning orange thong before turning to confront the poofy-haired woman.

    “Bubble butt? What are you tal-” started the embarrassed Nala.

    But before she could finish her thought, she was tackled to the ground and forced onto her stomach. As she started kicking her legs to try and free herself, she felt a pair of strong hands grab both her stretched thong and her untouched shorts. In an instant, both thong and shorts raced up her crack and to the sky as they were pulled with the force of a thousand stars. She’s felt some powerful wedgies before, some from Kady Thompson (Cathleen’s best friend), some from the Wildwoods Institute kids, and most from Cathleen herself, but none of those could even compare to the pain she was feeling right now. The force of the wedgies were so severe, they pulled tears from her eyes almost instantly. As Ms. Sullivan continued pulling, Nala felt her back begin to arch and her body lift off the ground as her ass began lifting up from the milf’s iron grip on her thong and shorts.

    With her body a good enough distance from the ground, the enraged Ms. Sullivan let go of the shorts and readjusted her grip on the gray thong. Happy with her hold on the thong, Ms. Sullivan grabbed Nala’s head with her thighs and trapped it there as she went for broke and began hauling away at the trapped woman’s undies, pulling them with all her might towards her chest.

With the thong at a good enough length, Ms. Sullivan freed Nala’s head from her thighs before putting her in a choke hold and pulling on her thong a few more times to really stretch them out enough to hook them under her nose in a devastating atomic wedgie. As Nala reeled back in disgust from the stench of sweaty ass, reminding her that she chose to walk to and from class that day instead of driving or taking the bus, Ms. Sullivan grabbed her daughter’s orange thong off the street sign and began bouncing her for a few seconds before snapping her thong over her eyes.

A few minutes later.

    “Ah, it’s gonna take me a week to pick this out,” Nala winced as she tried to pick her stretched-out thong from between her cheeks.

    “Tell me about it. I have to go through this constantly,” the taller brute sighed in defeat pointing to her mile-long tail of an aftermath,       “Mom, you didn’t have to go this hard”

    “I’m sorry, Cathy, but you shouldn’t go around bullying other people. Especially someone who looks like that one girl you wouldn’t stop talking about. But, I would also like to apologize for wedgieing you missy. I wasn’t in my right mind for a second there,” the older woman apologized, now calmer with her natural gentile smile back on her face, “would you like to come back to our house? I have the new wedgie cream. From Elass, the biggest supplier of underwear. It works wonders for soothing wedgies”

    “Ah, no ma’am. I have to get back to my dorm and finish my homework. Thanks for the offer though,” Nala excused herself.

    “Oh, that’s fine dear”

    “Moooom, don’t talkin-”

    One glare from the older woman was all it took to silence the bully.

    “Shutting up now”

    Before the conversation could continue, the three noticed a silver SUV slowing down before them as a woman in a white shirt and purple plaid skirt and tie leaned out the window.

    “Wildwood,” Cathleen and Nala grumbled to themselves as they saw the girl.

    “Nice thongs, losers. Do they come in a small?” joked the private schooled girl as she and her friends sped on by.

    “Well… we should get going. See you dear,” spoke Ms. Amy Sullivan as she began walking away. Nala and Cathleen were too embarrassed to even look at each other.