Claire starts to walk toward the front door. "Claire, please, you can't do this to me. You can't take me outside" you beg your niece as you dangle by your granny panties, the young girl holding you inches from the ground. "If you ask nicely I'll let you go" she says in a demeaning tone. "Please" you beg. Your niece bounces you by your underwear, causing you to yelp in pain. "Please what? Be clear and specific" she instructs with a sadistic grin. You whine as your underwear has sunk deeper into your crack from that last bounce. You start to speak, "please can you let me dOWWIEE!!" You squeal as your niece cuts of the end of your sentence with a big pull to your underwear. "What was that? I didn't catch that" she says with a smile on her face.
Claire continues to bounce you by your panties as you try to speak. Each failure lowering your resolve and increasing your pain as your niece carries you into the front lawn by your underwear.
"PLEASE... OUCHIE! CAN! EEEEEK! YOU! MY BUTT! STOP! AIEEE! GIVING! IT HURTS! ME! OWWW! A WEDGIEAIEEE!" you scream as Claire bounces you after each word. It feels like your butt is being flossed with sandpaper as loose tears roll down your face from the pain. Claire starts to say, "sorry I didn't quite hea-" but you cut her off with a shout, "PLEASE CAN YOU STOP GIVING ME A WEDGIE".
Claire stops bouncing you and looks down at you, "well you actually managed to say it" she commends you. It is embarrassing to acknowledge, but this feels like an accomplishment to you. You are proud of the fact that you, a grown adult woman, managed to tearfully beg a high school girl to stop bouncing you by your underwear. 'god, I'm pathetic, but that much should have been ovious' you think to yourself.
Claire doesn't put you down, instead she carries you to the main tree in the front yard. "Wait, but you said, but I asked" you stutter, flabbergasted that she wasn't letting you go. "I know, you asked if I can stop giving you a wedgie. I can stop, but I can also give you a hanging wedgie. In fact I'll make it a game, if you answer this question right, I will let you go" she says with the snarky confidence of a teenager who can tell her parents what to do. "Here's the question: are you a real adult or a big crybaby that's going to get a hanging wedgie?" She asks with a sadistic grin. You think for a split second and say...
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