After that little event I took off my atomic wedgie and headed to class, after stuff my stretched out whities back into my jeans.
I continued my day and it was rather peaceful, sure there were a few pantsing, some smacks on the butt, and a bit of name calling but that was the usual for me. It didn’t help that I was smart enough to more up a grad with the upperclassmen who some were even taller than the freshmen that came with me, and they were already much taller than I am.
But the two things that ran through my mind as I went along with the usual were, the odd feeling of enjoyment as Clarita flossed my butt with my underwear like dental floss to teeth, and these odd feelings I was having about Clarita herself.
Now to be clear i’ve been wedgied plenty of times in the past. I’ve had many undie hats, brief suspenders, and been made into a white flag plenty times just to name a few. It confused me that all of a sudden I get this warm feeling if please as my undies were used to defy gravity. I was starting to wonder if I like them all along but just now noticed.
Next was my feelings about the girl that just gave me my lasted undie hat, Clarita. She was quite nice even when she made me into her toy yo-yo, she even resisted the urge to rip my tighty whities right off me, which I have no doubt she can do. Not to mention that she’s totally my type, she’s tall, nice, playful, and really strong all things i’m quite into. It was making my blush just thinking about her and how easily she dominated me and made me into her toy.
It was soon the end of the day and I was just leaving the school where I saw-
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