"Oh gosh," Cait muttered to herself, slightly picking up her pace. Her apartment wasn't far from her workplace, so she opted to walk, which she was typically fine with, as it allowed her to enjoy some time outside before working in the cafe all day. Today, however, was a bit of a different story.
Near the end of her shift, a girl had walked in wearing the local high school's cheer uniform. Despite this girl's small stature and altogether cute physique, Cait had a deep nervousness stemming from her. She managed to keep herself together as she took the cheerer's order, however.
"Salim? That's a pretty name." She smiled, for some reason trying to get on the young girl's good side. "Thanks!" Salim beamed with a smile that was too intent for Cait's comfort. Regardless, the rest of the exchange went smoothly and Cait soon made the drink and handed it out, assuming that would be the end of it all, as it usually was. Unfortunately for her, Salim had noticed something about Cait when she first walked in. Cait was sweeping the lobby and bent over to pick something up; as she did, her yellow panties with white frills on the waistband rose up over the waistband of her tight jeans. A big target for a cheerleader such as herself.
So Salim sat down at a table for a while on her phone. It just so happened that Cait's shift ended just 15 minutes after Salim had walked in. Salim watched with a smile as she saw Cait taking her apron off and heading into the back room, then emerging just a couple minutes later without her apron, her panties still exposed to the watchful eyes of Salim. If Cait wasn't making it a point to not look, she would have noticed Salim get up behind her.
As soon as Cait got out of the cafe and into the fresh air, she began to relax. Her home was only a 15 minute walk, 20 if Cait took the route away from the street towards a grassier woods area. Cait often chose the latter on her walks home, as the silence of the woods relaxed her much more than the sound of cars buzzing past.
Unfortunately for Cait, she also happened to choose the long route today, which means that's the route Salim followed her on. As soon as they got away from the public eye, Cait froze, not daring to turn around as she felt the dread and the all-too familiar sensation of fingers wrapped around her panties.
"You know, when I first saw you, I THOUGHT you looked like a nerd! Then I saw these panties sticking out, and I just knew." Salim giggled from behind Cait, who had wide eyes and was paralyzed by fear. "Please, I don't know what you want, but," "But what?" Salim giggled, giving the smallest tug upwards, Cait wincing as she did. "But I'll do anything!" "Do anything for what?" Salim replied, tightening her grip. "Anything to avoid a wedgie!"
Salim laughed, "Wow! Already showing your true dorky colors, huh? Unfortunately for you, this wedgie is definitely happening." Without another word, Salim gripped tighter and yanked upwards, the bright colored panties shooting out of Cait's tight jeans. Even with her smaller size, Salim gave Cait one of the strongest wedgies she'd ever been given!
"Oh my gosh!" Cait groaned, then thought to herself, "bullies have been getting better at giving wedgies?" Unfortunately for her, the question in her head was met with another strong tug getting her onto her tip-toes. "How's the wedgie, dork?" "Worse than I expected," Cait replied in a strained tone, struggling to keep her shoes touching the ground. "I bet! And it only gets worse from here!" Salim snickered, letting Cait's panties snap down, still stretched out over her jeans.
Confused, Cait stood still with her panties more exposed than ever, not sure how to react, but definitely not wanting to turn around. "She said it would get worse, but then she let go?" Cait thought to herself, not wanting to ask aloud and risk the wrath of the tiny cheerleader. But then her question was answered, "Take your belt off." Cait hesitated, which earned her a swift spank over the seat of her jeans from Salim. "Ouchie! Okay..." She grumbled, undoing her leather belt and holding it in her hands, her jeans more than tight enough to stay up on their own.
As Cait held her belt in her hands, she thought to herself: "This is ridiculous! I'm an adult now! I do not need to be getting wedgied and bossed around by cheerleaders anymore! She's just a high schooler! And look how tiny she is! I've had enough." Cait turned around with her belt in her hands and a rush of confidence. Looking down at the cheerleader, she declared, "Listen, this has gone far enough! You're just a high schooler, and I'm an adult. You won't be giving me any more wedgies, understand?" Salim's mouth curled into a smirk as she crossed her arms and looked up at Cait. "What are you gonna do about it, dork?"
Cait blushed, but pushed on: "I think I should call your parents and tell them that you're out wedgieing people!" This threat had the opposite of the intended effect on Salim, who began to laugh loudly, "Oh, so you're gonna call my parents and identify yourself as a grown woman getting wedgied by a high schooler?" Cait just blushed. "I-I didn't think of it that way," she replied, her tone slightly softer as she felt her dominance slipping away.
"It's like I say, 'Once a nerd, always a nerd.' And you are definitely a nerd." Salim smiled. As Cait tried to think of a reply, she gasped as she felt the belt whipped out of her hands. "Now for that little outburst, you're really gonna get it." Cait stood up straight and raised a pointed finger to Salim, "Now listen up, little girl! I'm not going to 'get' anything, because this is all over, got it?"
"Ow-how-how-howiiiiie!" Cait cried, her head hung in shame as she looked at the ground zooming in and out as she was bounced repeatedly. "I'm sorry!" She whined as Salim bounced her by her stretchy yellow panties, each tug a new, harsher wedgie than before as Cait's tip-toes barely touched the ground before bouncing back up away from it. "Say it again!" Salm ordered with a smile as she bounced the embarrassed woman.
"I'm a dork and I always will be!" "Louder!" "I'm a dork and I always will be!" "One more time!" "I am a dork, and I always will be!" Cait cried out, much louder than she would've liked, her cheeks burning a bright red. Salim bounced her back to the ground and let her gather herself before continuing. "Now that should stop any more outbursts from you, nerd girl." The cheerleader giggled as Cait stood up straight. Then, Salim picked up the belt which she had put on the ground and got to one knee in the grass. "Okay, over here." Salim said casually, patting her leg.
Cait left her mouth open in shock as she realized what Salim was saying, but realized that any more defiance would lead to another bouncing wedgie, or worse. And so she got over the high schooler's knee, hanging her head in shame.
Cait couldn't tell what was worse: the sting of the belt whipping her bottom, or the embarrassment of the belt whipping her bottom. Either way, soon enough into her spanking, she couldn't keep quiet. "Owie! Ouch! Ooh! Owww! OW! Ouchie! Ow! Ohohoooo ow! Please Salim, stop spanking me!" She whined pathetically. "I'm gonna spank you until I'm done! Got it, loser?" Salim emphasized her point with a hard swat. "Ouchie! Yes..." Cait groaned, her legs kicking as the belt thwapped against her round bottom over and over again.
Nearly twenty minutes later Salim stood the teary-eyed Cait up and laughed, "Wow, crying from your spanking, huh? Real tough girl." Salim patted Cait's butt softly before one last hard smack with her hand, then continued. "Okay nerd, this is a ton of fun, but I do need to be going soon. Don't worry, we'll see each other again. Now, hand over your phone and wallet."
"What?!" Cait asked in surprise, "Okay, bullying me is one thing, but this is illegal! You're mugging me?" "Settle down, I'll give them back, I'm not mugging you, I promise. Now hurry up, or I'll put you over my knee again." Salim's reassurance, along the threat of another spanking, was enough to spark Cait into action, handing over her phone and wallet to Salim.
Salim fiddled with the phone for a few minutes before handing it back with a smile, "There you go! I'm in your contacts now as 'My Bully'. I'll do some more tinkering with that later on when I have time, okay?" Cait just groaned as she put her phone back into her pocket, "Ah-ah-ah! You'll want to keep that in your hands."
Salim then turned to Cait's wallet, from which she took out some cash, Cait estimated about twenty dollars. "Hey! That's-" Salim put her hand up before closing the wallet, "Just consider it your lunch money, okay loser?" Before tucking the money into the waistband of her skirt and handing the wallet back. "And finally, your keys. You'll want them in your hand, just trust me." Cait, confused, took out her keys. "Now turn around. Hands on your head. Good nerd!"
Cait blushed as she followed the young girl's order, then gasped as she felt another wedgie, her panties once more stretching out as they shot up her bottom, the light yellow fabric stretching out across her back as Salim tugged over and over, each tug slightly lifting Cait's hips up. "Now grab on." Cait whimpered as she grabbed at the legholes of her own panties, thinking to herself how Salim easily could've given her an atomic wedgie if she so desired.
But it wasn't over; Cait felt her belt wrapped around her wrists and then tied! Salim had locked her into a wedgie with her hands up behind her head! Before she could protest, it got worse; she felt the cool breeze of air on her bare legs. Cait stood there, holding her wedgie in place, now spanked, almost atomic wedgied, and pansted. "Okay, see you tomorrow!" Salim said cheerily before turning and walking away.
"Salim! Salim! You can't leave me to walk home like this! Please! Come undo my wedgie! Salim!" Cait cried out, but it was helpless. Salim was gone, and so Cait was left helpless in her wedgie, doomed to walk home, pantsed, wedgied, and spanked.
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