I've Ripped My Undies By A Wedgie
Following up with my last story, I followed my sister instructions and went upstairs. While going up the stairs I thought about what Amber would do to me. I did, under pressure, say I was her wedgie slave, but why the sudden need of control. I arrived upstairs and she stood outside my door. Gruelingly I walked towards my room and she gestured me in. There on my bed say my only nice pair of knickers. A pair of black and white polka dot lace boy shorts. Amber had either ripped all my other ones or taken them herself. She'd make comments saying I didn't "deserve" cute underwear since I wasn't the oldest. I gulped as she entered the room.
"What are these?" she asked, picking up the pair. I didn't answer because no matter what, she'd make my punishment worse.
"I thought I told you that lace is for older girls." she taunted. She walked over and began to tug on my sweats. I held them, until she yanked them down violently leaving me there in my boy shorts.
"Well since this is cute, and you had to hide them from me, might as well put them to work." she said, tossing me the lace pair. "Put them on."
I lowered the pair and slipped one leg in before she grabbed a hold of my boy shorts and yanked them up. Within seconds my underwear fissures my crack and I'm in immense pain.
"Since you want to act stupid, I'll treat you like an idiot." she pulled harder allowing the front to sag down and the back to bunch up in my bum. It hurt as I stumbled around trying to get free. Amber had a good grip on the pair and in a violent pull she ripped them. The bottom had teared from the pulling and like a trophy she pulled them over my head, dangling them in her fingers. I held my bum as Amber stared at me.
"Put them on." I bent down and pulled on the lace pair that laid down by my feet. I pulled them up slowly, letting me feel the soft sensation, before I put them in place. Amber gestured me towards my bed where I sat down. She turned me around and leaned in close.
"Shame," she started, grabbing the waistband. "I think you look cute in these." With just as violent of a tug as before the lace shot up my bum, causing a little burning from the rough waistband friction. I fell face forward on the bed, putting my bum in the air. Amber took this as an act of submission and kept pulling, till a loud ripping could be heard. A few moments later they ripped completely and she pulled them over my head. I covered my crotch as she twirled them around her finger.
"Maybe next time you won't keep secrets from me." With a flick of the wrist she smacked my bum and walked away, both pairs in hand. I knew this wouldn't be the end.
"What are these?" she asked, picking up the pair. I didn't answer because no matter what, she'd make my punishment worse.
"I thought I told you that lace is for older girls." she taunted. She walked over and began to tug on my sweats. I held them, until she yanked them down violently leaving me there in my boy shorts.
"Well since this is cute, and you had to hide them from me, might as well put them to work." she said, tossing me the lace pair. "Put them on."
I lowered the pair and slipped one leg in before she grabbed a hold of my boy shorts and yanked them up. Within seconds my underwear fissures my crack and I'm in immense pain.
"Since you want to act stupid, I'll treat you like an idiot." she pulled harder allowing the front to sag down and the back to bunch up in my bum. It hurt as I stumbled around trying to get free. Amber had a good grip on the pair and in a violent pull she ripped them. The bottom had teared from the pulling and like a trophy she pulled them over my head, dangling them in her fingers. I held my bum as Amber stared at me.
"Put them on." I bent down and pulled on the lace pair that laid down by my feet. I pulled them up slowly, letting me feel the soft sensation, before I put them in place. Amber gestured me towards my bed where I sat down. She turned me around and leaned in close.
"Shame," she started, grabbing the waistband. "I think you look cute in these." With just as violent of a tug as before the lace shot up my bum, causing a little burning from the rough waistband friction. I fell face forward on the bed, putting my bum in the air. Amber took this as an act of submission and kept pulling, till a loud ripping could be heard. A few moments later they ripped completely and she pulled them over my head. I covered my crotch as she twirled them around her finger.
"Maybe next time you won't keep secrets from me." With a flick of the wrist she smacked my bum and walked away, both pairs in hand. I knew this wouldn't be the end.
26-30, F
