Brielle pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail as she turned side to side admiring her form in the mirror. She smoothed the front of her pink blouse and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt nervously before sliding on her black-framed glass with a sigh. The glasses had become an unfortunate signature of her look after she was knocked down from top bully to top dork.
"Babe," Brielle called over her shoulder, "How do I look?" Ellen looked up from her laptop and studied Brielle intently, running her hands through her brown hair as she thought.
"You look good," Brielle smiled, "if you're trying to recreate your senior year of high school." Brielle pouted. Ellen kept speaking before Brielle could interrupt, "You look hot, as usual, but I've heard Isabelle High is a rougher school and if that skirt rides up some bold student may want a better look and do this!"
Ellen leapt up from the couch and lunged at Brielle causing Brielle to shriek and shrink in fear. Ellen reached down to the bottom of Brielle's skirt and lifted it up exposing Brielle's pale bubblebutt clad in a pair of pink panties with white lacey trim and covered in lipstick prints. Brielle feebly slapped at Ellen's hands, but was powerless to resist as Ellen pulled her panties up her big butt in a short, vicious wedgie. Brielle squealed as she was forced onto her tip toes by the tugs.
"B-babe I get it," gasped Brielle, "Can you please let me go now so I can change?" Ellen relented and let go of Brielle's waistband letting it go slack before picking Brielle's wedgie for her. Brielle let out a sigh of relief before yelping again as Ellen gave her a hard spank. "Don't forget I beat you at your own board game last night, so you owe me a kiss before you leave, nerdy butt," Ellen called out as Brielle headed back to the bedroom.
Brielle stepped out of the bedroom clad in a white blouse and a pair of tight black pants. She stepped in front of her girlfriend and gave her a spin. "Much better," said Ellen. Brielle grabbed her purse and car keys off the table and headed for the door. "Gotta run sweetie or I'll be late for my first day!" Ellen put up a hand to stop her, "uh, uh, uh you still owe me that kiss." Ellen turned around and lowered the back of her pajama pants down. Brielle huffed before dropping to her knees.
Brielle pulled into the parking lot of Isabelle High and strode towards the doors with purpose wanting to give off an air of confidence, but she was given pause when she reached the flagpole. Brielle had sent her fair share of people up the flagpole, but after the tables turned she was sent up the flagpole far more times than she had sent others. Brielle brushed the thought away, that was the past. In the now she was a teacher, a grown up. She was above the silly pranks of the students.
On her way down the hall to her class she ran into Jazmin. Brielle gave Jazmin a quick hug and said, "Nice outfit, bubblebutt. Good luck on your first day, hope you don't get stuffed into to many lockers." Jazmin rolled her eyes, "You're looking very professional, princess. Be careful wouldn't want you to end up hanging from your panties in the gym." Both girls glared at each other before breaking into laughter. "We really fumbled hard in highschool, huh," said Brielle, "Hey! Can you wait outside my class for a bit? I'm probably going to send a few students to the office right away to make a statement." Jazmin nodded enthusiastically and gave a mocking salute as Brielle headed in to her class room.
The class was abuzz when Brielle walked in, but grew quiet as they noticed their new teacher. A group of three girls kept chatting until Brielle cleared her throat aggressively. After handing out an attendance sheet for the class to fill out Brielle began writing out "Miss Williams" on the board when she felt a small ping on her backside. Brielle turned her head a saw a spitball sitting on her left buttcheek as the class began to breakout in giggles. Brielle wiped the spitball off, cringing as it made her butt jiggle for the students.
"Who did that," said Brielle, as she turned around she saw a straw sitting on the desk of a shy, nerdy looking girl named Amelia. Behind her, snickering, was a blue and black haired student named Harriet. Having been both bully and nerd Brielle knew exactly what had happened. "Harriet, not a great start," chastised Brielle, "Why don't you come sit up front where I can keep an eye on you." Harriet rolled her eyes and stomped her way to the front, muttering under her breath. "What was that, Harriet," asked Brielle. "Nothing, Miss Williams," Said Harriet with a huff.
The attendance sheet made its way up front and Brielle noted only one absence: a student named Grace. "Ok class please open your books to page 32 and we'll begin." Brielle began to write out a formula on the board when she felt something wet hit her neck. She reached back and pulled off another spitball. When she turned around she saw Harriet laughing to her friends, Luna and Mariana. "That's it," shouted Brielle, "All three of you to the office now! You'll be escorted by our behavioral officer Jazmin Murray..." Brielle look out her door and couldn't see Jazmin anywhere. "...Or you will be when she returns." When a smug look came back over the three troublemakers faces Brielle added, "All three of you will be receiving detention and a phone call home to your mothers." Brielle gave a small smile and the girls went pale and dug into the assignment.
Brielle patrolled the class as the students worked away. She saw one girl had her phone beneath desk and Brielle went to confiscate it, but as she did she saw the student was watching a short clip of a curvy brunette cheerleader being wedgied in the middle of the hall by bigger volleyball player while a crowd watched and laughed. Brielle cringed remembering all the videos and pictures she and Jazmin had suffered through, especially the ones that sunk their reputation. Luckily those videos were like three apps ago and were basically lost to time. Brielle took the confiscated phone, popped it into her desk and began the second half of the lesson.
Just as the class was wrapping up there was a rap on the door. Brielle went to get the door and was greeted by the freckled face of coach Hannah Jones. Hannah was an inch shorter than Brielle, but considerably more muscular with red hair and bright green eyes. "I was coming by to remind the students about club signups and team tryouts," said Hannah. "Of course, come on in." Brielle introduced Hannah and Hannah gave the spiel about the when and where of signups and tryouts. Just before Hannah left she added "I'll be handling the hockey and soccer teams this year."
"Which club are you running Miss Williams," asked Harriet, "I really wanna make sure I sign up for that one." Brielle bit her tongue and did not rise to the bait of Harriet's sarcasm. "I'll be handling the mathletes this year and we'd love to have you Harriet," Brielle said, sickly sweet. Brielle's banter was cut off when she was grabbed in a headlock by coach Hannah who gave her a brutal noogie much the amusement of the class, especially the three girls she had told off.
"Of course you are," said Hannah with genuine affection, "don't need your inhaler at the mathletics!" The class chuckled at this as Brielle finally pulled herself out of the headlock with a red face, glaring at Hannah. "I'm just teasing ya Williams, you are the new teacher after all." Brielle forced a smile and patted Hannah on the back and said, "No worries at all! A bit of good-natured ribbing is fine by me." "Glad to hear it!" Hannah gave Brielle's ass a hard smack for emphasis. The class laughed again as Brielle grabbed her booty in surpise. Harriet gave the smugest smile Brielle had ever seen.
"Class dismissed," announced Brielle abruptly, "Don't forget problems 1-15 are due on Wednesday!" After the students filed out Brielle grabbed the shoulder of the departing Hannah and pulled her back. "Coach Hannah," said Brielle, "I appreciate you trying to have a bit of fun, but giving me a noogie and spanking me in front of the students, or at all, is really inappropriate and I ask that you refrain from that in the future. Hannah gave Brielle a disappointed look and replied "It was just a bit of fun Williams. Maybe try lightening up a bit," Brielle tried to interrupt, but Hannah talked over her, "if you're still sore about it at the end of the day come and see me in the gym, mathlete." Brielle was about to respond when she saw a text from Jazmin that made her crack up.
Brielle laughed as she pulled Jazmin out of the locker and undid her atomic wedgie. "Getting a wedgie as an adult on your first day back at high school from a student has to be the most pathetic thing ever," taunted Brielle, "I've outgrown loserdom, but it looks like your still the queen of losers!" Jazmin grit her teeth and began turning red from embarrassment and anger. "It could happen to you just as easily, math nerd." "Nah, couldn't be me.
Jazmin roared and pushed Brielle against the locker and dug her hands into the back of Brielle's pants and took hold of the waistband of her lipstick print panties and yanked up. "OWIE! J-jazmin I'm sorry please stop," wailed Brielle." "Big tough math teacher Brielle is being wedgied by the 'Queen of Losers'I wonder what that makes her?"
"I'm the ultimate loser," squealed Brielle. Jazmin made her repeat it three times before making the wedgie atomic.
"Okay, you made your point, bubblebutt," gasped Brielle, "I have to get to math class...to teach it." Jazmin let go of Brielle and began to walk away, but as she did Brielle pantsed and tripped her revealing her yellow panties to the world as she fell facedown ass up. "When you get up their are three girls I need to you to take to the office asap" Brielle stuck her tongue out at Jazmin before helping her up and walking down the hall with her.
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