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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2209972

A summer camp for young women where bullying (especially wedgies) runs rampant.

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Chapter #5

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The soccer girls lined up in four lines, rotating each time everyone in a line had gone. They were all given two smacks - one for each big cheek - to prove they spanked the hardest. The four girls in the center then had a couple minutes to decide who spanked the hardest. Jazmin rubbed her bottom as they gave the first answer, making sure the tight shorts covered her panties, blushing slightly as she felt them nice and snug, giving her big cheeks a natural wedgie with all the spanking.

"All right, girls, who won round one?" The four girls looked between each other before unanimously agreeing: "Sherrie."

Sherrie was a light-skinned Indian girl with beautiful features, plump breasts, and a bubble butt of her own. Luckily for Sherrie, Sheridan's bottom was sizably bigger, so she was safe from the humiliation they had endured tonight. Sherrie didn't look - or sound - like she could hurt a fly. But Jazmin knew firsthand that she had a strong arm. In fact, she was still rubbing her bottom, without even realizing it.

Sherrie came to the center, looking between the four girls. She was silent for a moment before flashing Jazmin a pretty smile, "I want the big one," She smirked, giving Jazmin's ass another slap. The crowd cheered and giggled, "All right, Jazmin the Bootylicious goes to Sherrie for the night! Have fun in your cabin, Sherrie! The other three of you, line up for round two..." The voices faded away as Sherrie led Jazmin out of the main cabin and back to her own.

Jazmin walked silently with Sherrie, blushing profusely, just wanting the night to be over so she could go to bet, and wedgie nerds tomorrow morning with Brielle. "So, I spank the hardest, huh?" Sherrie giggled, giving Jazmin a light slap. At this point, Jazmin's bubble butt was so tenderized, even the tight shorts were delivering a stinging pain, let alone another spank. She winced, "Yes, definitely," Jazmin admitted. "Weird. I thought you looked the toughest out of all four girls!" Sherrie teased as they got to her cabin.

"I am tough..." Jazmin said, albeit quietly as they entered. "Sure you are bubble butt, sure you are," Sherrie said condescendingly, closing and locking the door as they entered. "I've never seen you before. What school are you from?" Jazmin asked. "I'm from Greenwood. You're from Highridge, right?" Sherrie responded, to which Jazmin nodded. "Yeah, I've heard a lot about you. Supposedly the best bully in your whole school. But you're not so tough are ya?" Sherrie giggled, pinching Jazmin's nose playfully as she spoke.

Jazmin winced, "Yeah, I am the best bully. You made a big mistake locking yourself in here with me. Now you don't have a bunch of friends to stop you," Jazmin smirked, preparing herself in case Sherrie did anything quick. But instead, Sherrie just laughed, "Uhh huh, keep telling yourself that, okay?" She patted Jazmin's head, "Now, down to business..." she turned around as she spoke, walking to the couch, and Jazmin saw her opportunity.

She lunged forward, her fingers expertly separating the leggings from Sherrie's panties, and took a step forward before jumping and pulling up at the same time, giving Sherrie the biggest wedgie she could, all within a second. When she landed she blushed slightly feeling her bottom bounce, but confidently blew her hair out of her face, Sherrie's white panties still firmly in Jazmin's grip. "Any second now she'll be begging me to-"

"Is that what you call a wedgie?" Sherrie laughed loudly, her posture barely changing from Jazmin's wedgie. "Is this what Sheriden was all upset about? This little thing?" Jazmin's grip loosened with the surprise. "That was one of my best wedgies ever!" She thought to herself. But Sherrie felt her loosen her grip, and before Jazmin could react, she found her face inches from the wooden floor, her hair hanging down in front of her eyes as she draped over Sherrie's knee.

"Well, it wasn't a good wedgie, but it was still naughty, and naughty girls get spanked," Sherrie explained casually before her hand rained down a series of harsh smacks on Jazmin's already-tenderized bubble butt, causing it to shake around wildly as Jazmin kicked her legs. "Ouch ouch ouch OWIE!" Jazmin cried as Sherrie further proved how firm her hand was.

After a five minute period that felt like eternity, Jazmin felt herself bluntly pushed off Sherrie's knee, yelping as she hit the wood floor. She sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye, "Awww, gonna cry, wittle baby?" Sherrie laughed loudly, standing up and pointing down at Jazmin who, while teary-eyed, wasn't crying. Yet.

"I'm not crying," Jazmin whined, standing up slowly, rubbing her bottom. "Now, what do we say?" "I'm sorry..." "For?" "For trying to wedgie you..." "Good girl!" Sherrie once again patted Jazmin's head. "Now I'm going to show you what a real wedgie's like."

Jazmin prepared herself and squared up against Sherrie, who hadn't even bothered to push her panties back down into her leggings. "Big mistake," Jazmin thought. "This time you'll really feel this wedgie." Jazmin had fought with Brielle before - she knew she could handle a hard wedgie.

She lunged for Sherrie once again, but Sherrie casually stepped to the side and before Jazmin knew it, her shorts were at her ankles, and her panties were yanked up to her shoulders.

"Ow-how-how-howwwiiieee!" Jazmin whined loudly, her hands immediately grabbing her big red bottom, not at all helping how much it was bouncing around as Sherrie yanked her panties up higher and higher. Soon enough, Jazmin was on her tip-toes from the force of the wedgie.

But that wasn't where Jazmin's humiliation ended. She could hear Sherrie laughing - almost losing her grip from how hard she was laughing. Jazmin's panties were bright white with little clouds that had hearts on them with rainbows above them. In the center were the words "Rainbow Girl" with hearts over the i's, of course in a rainbow of color fonts. Jazmin hung her head in defeat as she yelped. She had definitely lost this wedgie fight.

"Really? Rainbow girl?" Sherrie teased, letting the panties snap down, Jazmin blushing as her bottom wobbled around wildly as she landed back onto her heels. "I thought you were a bully? You dress like a complete wimp! Oh, we'll definitely be seeing each other after tonight." Sherrie giggled before grabbing the panties again, giving Jazmin another wedgie, this time getting her off her feet.

Jazmin gasped, whined, and winced as the floor got closer, then farther away as Sherrie bounced her up and down in the harsh wedgie, feeling her tenderized booty jiggle and wobble in front of Sherrie's face constantly. "Huh, rainbow girl? Crying yet?" Jazmin was completely mortified, but not crying. "Shut up!" She whined pathetically from her current position, being bounced up and down, her hands hanging pathetically at her sides as she was bounced. "I'm not a cry-baby!" "We'll see about that," Sherrie let Jazmin drop, leaving her to fall down to the ground.

Jazmin got up and picked the wedgie, but froze when she heard a camera shutter. She turned to see Sherrie smiling, holding up her phone. She had taken a picture of Jazmin's red, wobbling, rainbow-covered bottom. "No, please, Sherrie, don't post that! Please, I'll do anything!" Jazmin whined, "I know you will, sissy. But it's too late. Already posted to insta and twitter. And snapchat!" Sherrie smiled, tossing her phone on the couch. "Now, back do your duties as maid..."

Jazmin's first duty horrified her by where it had set the bar. Sherrie wanted to watch a movie. So she had Jazmin make her some popcorn, serve it to her, and then she decided to use Jazmin's face as a seat. Sherrie's big cheeks enveloped Jazmin's face through the panties and leggings, smushing her down into the couch. "This is what you did to Sheridan, right? Lucky we're not in the mud right now," Sherrie giggled as she wiggled around on Jazmin's face. Jazmin's groaned into her pillowy ass when she heard the camera shutter even more times.

Over the course of the movie, Jazmin got several wet willies and frontal wedgies, causing her knees to slam together, her hands dashing between her legs from the force of them. Sherrie was kind enough to let Jazmin pick them out. Then, once the movie was done, Jazmin gasped loudly as Sherrie got off her face. "Thank you," Jazmin gasped, standing up slowly, still rubbing her bottom from the intense spanking.

"No, thank you! I'm glad you've finally seen who the really wedgie queen is. Isn't that right?" Sherrie giggled, getting Jazmin in a head lock for a quick noogie while Jazmin nodded, "Yes, yes, you're the wedgie queen." She pleaded. "Great! Glad we agree," Sherrie let Jazmin go, and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her stance was no locker confident and cocky, but instead defleated, as she stood, thoroughly spanked and wedgied in a pair of rainbow panties.

She turned to Sherrie to say something, but she was cut off as she felt her panties once more rocket between her cheeks as Sherrie gave her another wedgie, lifting her up to her tip-toes immediately. Jazmin's back arched and her arms flailed out from the surprising and forceful wedgie, whimpering as her bottom wobbled around. But it only got worse. Jazmin tried to come to terms with the harsh wedgie, but soon she saw a shadow come over her head as Sherrie deftly swooped the panties down and hooked them over Jazmin's nose.

"Now, since you're a loser sissy and not the bully you say you are, maybe you need a reminder - that's an atomic wedgie. And it means you're basically the biggest nerd possible. Huh, biggest nerd with the biggest booty!" Sherrie giggled, giving Jazmin's ass a nice slap. "Now, with that atomic wedgie, go get me something to drink. 'Kay dork?" Jazmin weakly groaned, "Yes ma'am," and headed for the door, fumbling her way out with the atomic wedgie, her shorts still in the cabin, leaving her completely expose, her wobbling red behind open to anybody who might see her stumbling around outside. She could already hear giggling.
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