YWNR 2

DECADES EARLIER.

Hannah was walking down the hall when she saw Tracy in front of her locker. She was rummaging through it, most likely grabbing some books for her class. Hannah approached her slowly and Tracy turned to face her. She backed herself up against her locker though; she didn’t want any surprises from Hannah so early in the morning.

Hannah was a few inches taller than Tracy who was probably closer to five feet tall. Hannah smiled at Tracy and Tracy smiled back.
“So, Tracy, how are you doing today?” Hannah asked.

“I’m doing good Hannah, and yourself?”

“Good, good.”

The two girls stared at each other in the hallway which was getting crowded with students getting ready for school to start.
“You’re going to make me ask, aren’t you?” Hannah said.

Tracy blushed lightly, but didn’t say anything.

Hannah sighed.

“Do you have my homework or not Tracy?” Hannah asked. Tracy cowered back a bit, almost putting herself into her locker. Hannah just laughed.
“I didn’t think so; well you know what that means. Assume the position. Hands on the locker, butt toward me, and bend over this time. I don’t want to stand here looking all creepy while I grab your underwear.”

Tracy waited only a second before doing what Hannah said. She turned around and stuck her butt out to her. The students around them didn’t even bat an eye at the two of them. This was a normal routine for the two of them, and the other students took it as a part of their routine as well. Get to school, watch Hannah give Tracy wedgie, do your work, maybe see some other wedgies, go home. All routine.
Hannah put her hands down the back of Tracy’s pants. On that day she was wearing a purple t-shirt and grey track pants that were a little baggy. The waistband of her underwear was faintly visible just at the top of her pants. It was only a bit of a white line, but both girls knew that was about to change.

“You haven’t been very accommodating recently Tracy. You haven’t been giving me homework for a while now. If I didn’t know any better I would suspect you actually liked wedgies.” Tracy and Hannah both laughed at Hannah’s joke. Hannah’s hands moved to the top of Tracy’s waistband, and Tracy sucked in a breath when she felt Hannah’s knuckles graze against her lower back.

Her fingers curled around the top of her waistband, her knuckles faced upwards so she had a strong grip on the underwear. And she slowly pulled up. The underwear emerged out of her Tracy’s track pants and Hannah gave a laugh when she saw she was pulling on a pair of white hipster style panties that were decorated with green flowers.

“Ahh, how cute Tracy! I almost feel bad about giving you a wedgie in such nice panties,” Hannah giggled at the panties and pulled them up a tiny bit more. Tracy only had a slight wedgie now, and was bracing herself for the pull that was soon to come.
“I’m sure these fit your butt really well. Too bad I’m going to stretch them out for you.”
Hannah held the underwear taut for a moment.

“Are you ready for the wedgie?” Hannah asked. Tracy gave the slightest nod of her head and Hannah pulled back on the underwear.
Tracy let out a whine as the underwear shot up her butt. The soft fabric that comforted her butt shoved itself upwards and Tracy’s body leaned forward onto the lockers more. As Tracy leaned forward, Hannah leaned back taking the underwear with her, giving Tracy a painful wedgie. Tracy tried to straighten her body to assuage the wedgie, but Hannah took one hand off the underwear to push Tracy’s back forward again to keep her leaning over. With her one hand Hannah gave Tracy’s underwear a solid tug. Hannah surrounded her hand in the fabric of her underwear, as she continued to push Tracy downward and when she pulled her one hand upwards toward her, Tracy felt the pull.

“Ahhhhh, it burns!” Tracy moaned, her hands sliding down the lockers as her butt bounced from the force of her underwear launching upwards.
“Uh, yeah Tracy, that’s kind of the point of a wedgie. Here, I’ll show you,” and with that Hannah gave another yank Tracy’s underwear. The panties rose out of her pants and left Tracy powerless as every move she made was met by a sharp pull dissuaded her from moving. Hannah was always the one in power in these situations, and she made sure Tracy never forgot it.

“Maybe next time,” Hannah started, pausing to give Tracy’s underwear a hard pull to emphasize what she was saying, “you’ll,” Hannah lowered the panties before shooting them back, “remember,” Hannah repeated the process and Tracy could only squeak as the underwear invaded her crotch as pulled back against her body rubbing tightly on her most sensitive parts.

“To,” Hannah yanked, “do,” Tracy squealed, “my,” Hannah tugged, the slightest pops begin to appear as the sound of ripping underwear began to resonate from her stretched out underwear.

“HOMEWORK!” Tracy squealed and her legs slipped and her body fell to the ground as Hannah gave the hardest pull she could on the underwear. It was the strongest pull yet and when Tracy’s legs slipped out from under her she almost hit the ground. She would have landed face first on to it, if she hadn’t been held up by Hannah. And her underwear.

She lay dangling above the ground, her body outstretched as Hannah kept both her hands on her underwear. But Hannah’s pulls, and Tracy’s weight caused the strain to be too much for the underwear to handle and the waistband quickly tore clean off and Tracy landed on her face as Hannah fell a step back and her body adjusted to the loss of weight. The wedgie, which was only moments ago digging into her , seemingly threatening to rip through her, was over. The pain was still there, her underwear was still lodged into her, and she knew she would have to do a lot of work to pick it out.
She picked herself off the floor and smiled at Hannah who was looking at the waistband of her underwear.
“That was quite the wedgie,” Hannah said, smiling at Tracy.

“Yeah, it was,” Tracy smiled back, rubbing her butt. It was all she could do to try to help the pain in her butt, without picking her wedgie out in front of everyone there.

“Should have done the homework,” Hannah said, handing Tracy the waistband of her underwear over to her.
“I’ll definitely have to start doing that. I don’t know how many more wedgies I can take.”

“Or your underwear, you must be running low with all the wedgies I’ve been giving you.”

Tracy shrugged.

“You don’t always rip ‘em so I’m OK. I don’t mind wearing stretched out underwear. And besides, your wedgies aren’t that bad.”
“Excuse me?” Hannah said looking Tracy in the eyes, “Do you really want me to turn you around to give you another wedgie, just to show you how bad they can be. If you wanted bad you should have just asked,” Hannah took a look at Tracy’s underwear which was hanging out of her pants. “I still think there’s enough fabric left to give you an atomic.”

Tracy took a step back and giggled.

“I didn’t mean it like that. No atomic wedgies please! I just meant that some girls, when they give wedgie are brutal about it. Like they don’t stop until you’re crying or even worse…bleeding,” Tracy shivered. “Your wedgies aren’t that bad, compared to that. At least you’re nice about it. You only ripped the waistband and you even gave that back to me. Some girls keep stuff like that, for trophies.”

“Whatever Tracy, I’ll see you later,” Hannah walked down the hall and Tracy turned back to her locker.
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The school day went the same as it usually did. Nothing remarkable or memorable happened. The two girls didn’t have any classes together, so Hannah didn’t see Tracy until the end of the day.

She wasn’t looking for Tracy, and when she ran into her she almost went on without even saying hello. If she had things may have turned out very differently, but as things were, Hannah saw something that caught her eye. And that was probably when things really began.
Hannah went into the girl’s bathroom and she saw Tracy on her way out. She brushed past Tracy and neither girl said anything. But when Hannah turned she saw Tracy\s underwear still hanging out of her pants.

Hannah just couldn’t resist mentioning it.

“Tracy, I didn’t know your wedgie was so bad you couldn’t even pick it out.”

Tracy quickly turned around and put her hands behind her back, as if she was checking to see that the underwear was really still there. Tracy was facing Hannah, and she couldn’t see her back, but it didn’t look like her hands were pushing the fabric down.

“You walk around like that Tracy and you’re practically asking for someone to give you a wedgie,” Hannah took a step toward Tracy, and Tracy took a step back. Hannah moved another step forward, and Tracy backed herself up until she hit the wall behind her. She looked around her as if she was surprised the wall was there.

“What’s up Tracy?” Hannah asked, a little confused by her friends behaviour. Tracy looked a little worried. She never really looked like that, even when she was about to give her a wedgie.

“Maybe a wedgie will cheer you up,” Hannah said, “Like I said earlier, you’re begging someone to give you a wedgie, and I see no reason why I shouldn’t be the one to oblige you.”

Hannah put one hand on Tracy’s shoulder and quickly spun her around. She flipped up the back of her shirt and Tracy sucked in a deep breath of air.
But Hannah didn’t give Tracy a wedgie, she just stared. At Tracy’s wedgie.

Tracy’s already stretched out underwear was pulled back up. Her panties reached her mid-back and were held in place by her bra strap which went through the two leg holes. The underwear was almost a thong the way it was wedged up her but, and the slightest movement by Tracy caused the wedgie to dig itself deeper into her.

“Who did this to you Tracy?” Hannah asked.

Tracy didn’t answer for a few seconds. She just stood silently, her head hung forward in shame. Her body pressed against the wall where Hannah pushed her. Hannah took a grip on the underwear, it was thinned out from being stretched, but she as able to grip the thong like rope that traveled from her bra to the insides of her pants, and she gave a quick tug. Tracy squeaked.

“Who, Tracy? Unless you do want me to try to make this wedgie atomic.”

“It was the cheerleaders,” Tracy said, after another hesitation, before she felt Hannah prepare her underwear for another pull.
“They just found me here, they felt like giving me a wedgie and they found my ripped underwear, and the waistband which I put in my pocket, and they said I must have given myself a wedgie. They said…”

Hannah gave her underwear a gentle tug as a reminder of the position she was in. It was more like encouragement to continue.
“They said, ‘if you like wedgies so much, then you should love giving yourself one, for the rest of the day.’ They grabbed me, pulled my underwear up, and then attached it like this. They said if I took it out, they would give me way worse.”

“Why would they want to give you a wedgie?” It was all Hannah could think to ask.

“Apparently it’s a new trend in school. Giving wedgies is seen as a cool thing. Whoever is giving wedgies is cool. I guess that means my last year is going to be filled with wedgies,” Tracy said.

Hannah couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“OK, I’ll see you later,” Hannah continued into the washroom. Tracy didn’t leave right away, she let out a breath, as if she had been holding it in, and then left.

Hannah went home that night…