I Wedgie Story

I’ve decided to start another new series. Hope you enjoy!

WEDGIE ACADEMY

Anne’s Perspective:

I bound up the steps to my house. It takes me a while to realize the lights are off. Figuring that no one is home, I reach under the mat and retrieve the house key. Once I’m inside I holler.
“Mom! Dad! I’m home!”
Just in case they are home. All of a sudden I feel my butt crack on fire and then I’m blinded by my own underwear.
“Dad, really?” I try to say. Then my mom jumps in. “Honey, we have a surprise for you!” She says this as my dad picks out my wedgie. “You hate going to private school, right honey?” Continues my mom. “Well, we are transferring you to a different school.” My hopes rise.
“Wedgie Academy.” My parents say in unison. And just as quick as my hopes rose, they fled even faster. My dad hands me an envelope. I open it, I see a letter for my parents and a letter for me along with a list of stuff I need.

WEDGIE ACADEMY: SUPPLY LIST

100 pairs of granny panties
300 pairs of bikini cut panties
75 pairs of thongs
30 pairs of boy shorts
4 bungee cords (2 big, 2 small)
Paddle

NO OTHER CLOTHES

Parent Signature_________________________