Jazmin gave a wide smirk, trying to keep her cool. She slapped one of the girl's butts and bowed dramatically to Brielle: "They're all yours." Brielle giggled and even gave a bow herself: "Why thank you!" Before turning to the two girls and hiking their panties up. Jazmin laughed loudly as she saw the purple and yellow panties shoot up the girls backs as they howled.
As Jazmin laughed along behind Brielle, who was quickly getting the two girls into atomic wedgies, she became frozen in fear as she felt something she had never felt before: fingers around the waistband of her panties. She turned to see Brook's pretty face smiling at her. As Jazmin opened her mouth to speak, Brook shushed her.
"Ssshhhh. Cute panties you have here." Brook whispered with a smirk. "I didn't peg you as a wedgie bitch. Maybe I was wrong, huh?" She giggled to herself, keeping quiet to avoid Brielle's attention. "All those times you wedgied me, really just wishing you could get it yourself, huh?" Jazmin, not wanting the truth to get out, shook her head.
"It's just laundry day!" She hissed under her breath. "Now let go before I give you the worst swirly of your life!"
Brook looked a bit shaken, but stood her ground: "No way you'd have anything like this in your entire wardrobe! Let's talk about this privately, huh?" Jazmin reluctantly nodded, spinning Brook around. "Hey Brielle, I think I'll take this one for a little round trip to the bathroom. See you at lunch." Jazmin confidently smiled, leading Brook around the corner. Brielle waved one hand, still wedgieing with the other: "Yup, see you then! I'll have company!" Brielle called out in a sing-songy voice as she returned her gaze to the two girls in front of her. The last Jazmin saw of them was one girl having her panties hooked onto a locker before it was shut, her feet dangling helplessly as Brielle laughed.
Jazmin got Brook into the bathroom, where two girls were talking in front of the mirror. "Get out of here before I make you walk out with atomics around your heads, and your pants around your ankles!" Jazmin smirked as the two girls quickly ran, sheepishly saying, "Sorry Jazmin!" as they ran. Jazmin made sure the door was closed and that no one else was in the bathroom before she turned to Brook.
"What do you want to talk about?" Jazmin asked, trying not to show how nervous she was. Brook scoffed: "What do you mean? I want to talk about how one of the top wedgie queens in the school is wearing cute panties with ranbows, and a pretty embarrassing message on them." Jazmin blushed as Brook spoke. She opened her mouth to retort, but Brook cut her off: "Oh, but what was that message again? Hmmm, I can't seem to remember... Can you remind me?" Jazmin had enough and finally spoke: "Listen dork, I already told y-" "I think it's time for you to listen, Jazmin. I saw those panties, and I can make sure that other people see them too. It's not laundry day, so what is it?"
Jazmin was stunned by Brook's confidence. Jazmin had done everything to Brook: pantsed her during speeches, made her wear shoulder wedgies under her clothes, poured smoothies into her panties, and even stolen her clothes during gym! Now Brook was standing in front of her, confident as ever, turning the tables on her. As Jazmin thought of what to do, Brook spoke again: "Either you tell me the truth right now, or I make sure that your secret gets out." "No no no! Please don't do that..." Jazmin quickly said. "Okay, I'll tell you..."
Over the course of the next ten minutes, Jazmin told Brook everything that had happened to her over the summer, from the spanking to the threat, all the way down to the deal with her sister. Brook was wiping tears from her eyes the entire time through.
"Wait!" She exclaimed, trying to speak, "So you're telling me! That you.... that you get spanked EVERY week?" Brook could barely see, causing Jazmin to blush profusely. "Yes!" Jazmin said in a hushed tone. "But you can't tell anyone! If this secret gets out, the entire school is going to be wedgieing me! I'll be pulled out of class just to be wedgied!" Brook finally calmed herself down and looked at the blushing girl. "Well, I can see why you tried to lie to me. Buuuut, you're a terrible liar." Brook smirked, tapping one finger on Jazmin's nose.
"Fortunately for you, I won't tell anyone." Jazmin quickly sighed in relief before Brook continued, "If! You do what I say." Jazmin let out a whine. "What? Come on, I already have my little sister playing dress up with me, now you want something, too? I almost didn't come to school with a bra today because of her!" Brook giggled, "While that does sound incredibly fun, I think I'll leave that to her." Jazmin crossed her arms. "So what do you want, then?" "Well, first of all, you need to do whatever I say. I think it's safe to say that I'm not the bitch in this relationship anymore. Agreed?" Jazmin gasped and looked at Brook, not believing her ears. "In fact, I want to hear you say it." Brook smirked. "Look into the mirror and say it." "Brook, I really don't think that-" "Say it!" Brook ordered with a smile.
Jazmin turned slowly to the mirror and looked herself in the eyes. "Brook is not the bitch in this relationship anymore." She said glumly. "And who is?" Jazmin closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them and saying: "I am." "You are what?" "I'm the bitch..." Jazmin muttered. "Come on! Say it like you mean it!" Brook urged her with a smile, barely stopping herself from laughing. "Brook isn't the bitch! I'm the bitch!" She said, louder and clearer. As she finished speaking, she heard a small 'beep beep' and turned to her right. Right in front of her was Brook's phone. "Man, that is a nice video! I'm sure Cindy would love to see that. I think she and I are going to be good friends from now on!" Jazmin moaned in resignation as she heard the words come out of Brook's mouth. "In fact, I think we'll be having some slumber parties, too!" Jazmin just clenched her teeth, hoping it would end with some verbal humiliation. To her dismay, it didn't end there.
"And one last thing before school starts." Brook gave an evil grin. "I want to see it." Jazmin looked confused, "See what?" "Your red butt! I can barely imagine this big thing over your mom's knee, getting slapped over and over. Once a week no less!" She giggled. "So, go ahead. Turn around." Jazmin thought of something to say, but bit her tongue and slowly turned. She gingerly hooked her fingers into her leggings, but instead felt only her panties, and a cold sensation on her legs. As Brook began to laugh, she realized what happened.
She had just been pantsed by Brook! Right there, in the very bathroom where she was giving Brook swirlies just last year! She could barely think with Brook's laughter in her ear, much less when she felt a slap on her sore butt. "Ouch! Hey!" She cried, rubbing her big rear end with her hands. "Okay, you've seen it. Had your fun yet?" She asked, not looking backwards, not wanting to see her own humiliation.
"Wow! It's really red! How much do you get spanked a week?" Brook asked with a smirk, standing up as she gave another slap to Jazmin's bottom. Jazmin muttered the answer under her breath. "What was that? Didn't catch it." Brook gave another sly smirk. "Half an hour every week on Wednesday...." Jazmin said a bit louder. Brook giggled and looked at Jazmin's state. "Okay. Well, before I let you head out, there's one more thing. Well, two. I want Cindy's phone number, and yours." Jazmin sighed. "Okay, I'll give it to you. What else?"
Jazmin left the bathroom before Brook. The former-wedgie toy had been nice enough to let Jazmin keep up appearances, and usually the girls like Brielle and Jazmin left first, and the other girls were left hanging on stalls. Jazmin again tried to look tough, but flinched when she bent her shoulders forward, instead having to walk with her chest puffed out, breasts pushing tightly against the thin tank top, putting them on display for everyone as she tried to make her face look mean. For now, it seemed to be working. At least she had that.
She waved to Brielle in the hall and got into her first class, feeling a buzz on her phone. She opened it, smiling, hoping it would be one of her friends. Instead, it was a text from Brook.
"I know you like thongs, so I tried to simulate it for you! Have fun with that bra-connection wedgie for the rest of the day! Btw, Cind'ys super nice! I'm coming over for a sleepover this Wednesday! It'll be fun! See you then, nerd." And a winking emoji to tease Jazmin. Jazmin sat up in her seat and tried to focus on anything else besides this humiliating morning.
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