I Like To Read And Write Fake Wedgie Stories
This is part 2 or my series. If you haven't yet, you should probably read part 1 so you aren't confused. Here's the link: EP Link
I woke up peacefully in Tristan's arms. I looked across the room, and saw it was 11:00 am. Tristan was still asleep, so I carefully got up and went to the bathroom. I did my business and brushed my hair and teeth. Then I remembered what happened last night, and I started blushing. It made me happy knowing Tristan finally knew my secret, and still loved me.
He had to leave today, at about 1:00, so I would have the house to myself. He'd be coming back around 6:00 to stay overnight with me again though. I started walking downstairs, getting excited thinking about all I was going to do today. I've had this day planned out for a while now.
I entered the kitchen to did him making pancakes. It smelt so good, so I went and stood beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He turned to me, picked me up, and set me in the counter beside the stove. He gave me a quick peck before turning his attention back to the stove. I just sat there watching him, quite content.
After the pancakes were ready, he put them all on a big plate, and I grabbed 2 smaller plates and the silverware, and we set everything down on the table. We ate quietly, and finished at about 12. He offered to wash the dishes himself, but I refused, so we washed them together. He was just finishing the last plate, when I took a handful of water, and splashed him in the face. "Hey!" He yelled. But I didn't care, I was too busy laughing. I decided to splash him again, and was doubled over laughing now.
That's when he took his chance. When my back was to him, he grabbed my thong with his wet soapy hands, and yanked hard. I squealed in surprise, but was still laughing. He just pulled harder, and I was dangling in the air now. It hurt really badly. "OW!!" I yelled, and he set me down. He had a worried look on his face. "Sorry," he said, before rinsing the last plate, and setting it in the drainer.
"It's ok." I said, a little confused why he was worried. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I went too hard, like I would on my brothers." I came up and hugged him. "It's ok, really it is. I like it when they hurt." He nodded then hugged me back. It was 1:00 time for him to go home. He grabbed everything he needed, gave me a hug, and left. I waved goodbye as he drove out of the driveway.
As soon as he was out of sight, I ran upstairs to my room. I pulled open my underwear drawer and replaced the thong with a pair of old panties. I put on some sweatpants, a bra and a t-shirt and headed back downstairs. I grabbed the broom from the closet, and stuck it through the leg holes. Then I started twisting the broom. I didn't start to feel any pain till about the 15th turn, but I forced myself to keep going. Every turn got harder and harder, and was more and more painful. At about 30 I finally had to let it go. I unwound it and took out the broom. I decided that was enough hard core for now, so I gave myself a bra connection wedgie and sat on the couch, deciding to watch tv. Then I made up a game. I decided that every time somebody said a specific word, I would yank as hard as I could on the front of my panties, which would give me a melvin and wedgie. I did this for about an hour, and my area was burning. I check the clock. 2:30 pm. Still plenty of time.
What do you think? Do you like it? Let me know if I should keep writing these.
I woke up peacefully in Tristan's arms. I looked across the room, and saw it was 11:00 am. Tristan was still asleep, so I carefully got up and went to the bathroom. I did my business and brushed my hair and teeth. Then I remembered what happened last night, and I started blushing. It made me happy knowing Tristan finally knew my secret, and still loved me.
He had to leave today, at about 1:00, so I would have the house to myself. He'd be coming back around 6:00 to stay overnight with me again though. I started walking downstairs, getting excited thinking about all I was going to do today. I've had this day planned out for a while now.
I entered the kitchen to did him making pancakes. It smelt so good, so I went and stood beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He turned to me, picked me up, and set me in the counter beside the stove. He gave me a quick peck before turning his attention back to the stove. I just sat there watching him, quite content.
After the pancakes were ready, he put them all on a big plate, and I grabbed 2 smaller plates and the silverware, and we set everything down on the table. We ate quietly, and finished at about 12. He offered to wash the dishes himself, but I refused, so we washed them together. He was just finishing the last plate, when I took a handful of water, and splashed him in the face. "Hey!" He yelled. But I didn't care, I was too busy laughing. I decided to splash him again, and was doubled over laughing now.
That's when he took his chance. When my back was to him, he grabbed my thong with his wet soapy hands, and yanked hard. I squealed in surprise, but was still laughing. He just pulled harder, and I was dangling in the air now. It hurt really badly. "OW!!" I yelled, and he set me down. He had a worried look on his face. "Sorry," he said, before rinsing the last plate, and setting it in the drainer.
"It's ok." I said, a little confused why he was worried. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I went too hard, like I would on my brothers." I came up and hugged him. "It's ok, really it is. I like it when they hurt." He nodded then hugged me back. It was 1:00 time for him to go home. He grabbed everything he needed, gave me a hug, and left. I waved goodbye as he drove out of the driveway.
As soon as he was out of sight, I ran upstairs to my room. I pulled open my underwear drawer and replaced the thong with a pair of old panties. I put on some sweatpants, a bra and a t-shirt and headed back downstairs. I grabbed the broom from the closet, and stuck it through the leg holes. Then I started twisting the broom. I didn't start to feel any pain till about the 15th turn, but I forced myself to keep going. Every turn got harder and harder, and was more and more painful. At about 30 I finally had to let it go. I unwound it and took out the broom. I decided that was enough hard core for now, so I gave myself a bra connection wedgie and sat on the couch, deciding to watch tv. Then I made up a game. I decided that every time somebody said a specific word, I would yank as hard as I could on the front of my panties, which would give me a melvin and wedgie. I did this for about an hour, and my area was burning. I check the clock. 2:30 pm. Still plenty of time.
What do you think? Do you like it? Let me know if I should keep writing these.
By:
SeepingThrough
Age:
18-21
,
Female
