Other Targets

Remember nerd, who dismisses us?" The class asked in unison. From inside of a trashcan, Sara weakly called out, "You do, not me!" The class giggled, spanking their teacher's bubble butt on their ways out the door. Over the course of the hour, Sara had gone over some surface-level dork topics, and slowly became the class' bubble-butted wedgie ****.

Cindy's second hour was a history course, but she knew that would soon change, much as math did. Her teacher was Ms. Freeman, who Cindy already planned on calling Tara, her first name. Tara was a shorter woman with a soft round face and light brown hair which fell straightly down onto her shoulders. She had a sly smile and a curvy but plump figure, with large heavy breasts pressing against her shirts, and a large wobbling bottom constantly shaking around in her pants.

Cindy arrived with a smile, the shrieks of wedgie recipients dulling as the heavy door closed behind her. Tara was already by the door with her hands on her head, feet a bit apart, her round bottom on display, as per Cindy's command. Cindy quickly pulled out her phone, noting that, "Anything I say is taken as true. When it's weird, people can tell something is up, but never quite what, and they are ALWAYS still humiliated by humiliating things, even if I say them." Before turning her attention to her teacher's plump rear.

Tara's top was a gray v-neck that hugged her curves nicely all the way down to her hips, where the shirt tucked in to a yellow pair of panties, which were themselves obscured then on by a pair of black slacks which much more resembled leggings than any professional wear. Cindy just smirked, wrapping her fingers around the waistband, "Hey, teach!" Cindy greeted Tara before yanking up on the fabric, causing the short woman to gasp and go up on her tip-toes. Tara blushed, but settled back down as the fabric snapped back down, her hands remaining on her head, as if she didn't even want to pick the wedgie. As Cindy stretched the yellow panties, she noticed the text reading "I *Heart* Wedgies!" across them, and got an idea.

"Hi, Cindy," Tara responded pleasantly, as if she hadn't just been wedgied. "Are you excited to see our presentations today?" Cindy asked with a smile, standing at Tara's side. "Presentations? I don't remember assigning those. We were going to be discussing the Hundred Years War today." Tara responded hesitantly. Cindy giggled, "Oh my god, you're such a dork!" She laughed, giving another yank to Tara's panties. "Owie!" Cried the teacher. "Remember? We," Cindy motioned between herself and Tara, "decided that we were going to scrap all the boring history and just go over the exciting parts from scratch."

Tara slowly nodded, then picked up the pace, "Oh, yes! I do remember that now, thank you," She said nervously. "What specifically were the 'exciting parts', again?" Cindy sighed, "Let me give you a hint." She smirked, standing behind Tara, gripping the panties and giving another tug. "Ah!" Tara gasped, teetering forward from the **** of the tug. Before she could make any further remarks, Cindy pulled up again, the embarrassing panties stretching further up Tara's big booty, causing it to wobble around in the process.

Cindy tugged and tugged, Tara's feet beginning to leave the ground with each wedgie, her bubble butt shaking around vigorously. After the tenth bounce, Tara's hands left her head and clasped her rear end, trying to minimize the jiggle to no avail. Rather than reduce her humiliation, she increased it, feeling her own bubble butt wobble around in her hands as she felt a student wedgie her. This embarrassment was only compounded as students began to trickle in the door. Cindy didn't care; she kept on wedgieing.

Soon enough, the entire class had filled in, giggling in their seats as Tara's expressions entertained them, her bouncing breasts compounding with the wedgie for even more humiliation in front of the younger girls. "Ah! Let me - owie! Guess! Wedgies? Ouch!" Tara whined as Cindy bounced her. Cindy gave an extra tug for good luck before setting her down. "Very good guess! Wedgies, spankings, humiliation! You have to give a quick demo to get us introduced to the topic, then we present a dramatic interpretation of it to the class!" Cindy smiled, "My partner was Angelina." She added on, eyeing the popular girl in the corner, who was currently too busy laughing at another student in the back to realize the trouble she was in with the real teacher of the class.

"Right, of course! How could I forget?" Tara asked as the bell rang. "Pick your wedgie then we can get started." Cindy ordered, slapping Tara's bottom before taking a seat next to Angelina. As Tara awkwardly fumbled with her all-too tight pants, Cindy got to work on the pretty girl next to her.

"Hey!" Cindy smiled. "What do you want, loser?" Angelina asked with her typical bitchy smirk. "Well, I know we've had our differences in the past, but I just wanted to let you know that you're going to get it back ten times worse, starting today. Not only am I going to humiliate you, but you're going to humiliate yourself! You constantly pick your butt of wedgies, only to pull your pants back up between your cheeks, which only serves to draw attention to how uncomfortable you are." Cindy smiled, speaking the last sentence into her phone as she eyed Angelina.

Once she was done talking, Angelina began to shift in her seat with a worried face. At first it was minor, but soon enough she was standing up, awkwardly arching her back, lowering her leggings just to pick her panties out of her bottom. As she exposed the panties to other students, laughter could be heard, causing Angelina to blush. Soon enough though, Tara threatened spankings and the room quieted once again.

"Look, I don't know who you think you're talking to, but once I get these panties out of my tushy, you're gonna get it!" Angelina hissed, blushing as she sat down awkwardly, still struggling with her wedgie that would never go away.

Cindy turned her attention to Tara at the front of the room. "Well class, I'm very excited for today! It's a bit of a topic shift. Who here can tell me what a wedgie is?" Tara asked, her eyes widening a bit as every student raised their hand. "Uhm, okay! Megan, what is a wedgie?" A brunette girl with glasses sat up her in seat, "A wedgie is what you give a nerd!" The class giggled, Tara blushing. "Well, yes, but what specifically?"

Cindy raised her hand, "I think they need a visual!" Tara smiled, "Wonderful idea, Cindy! Would you like to come up?" Cindy stood up with a smirk, approaching her smiling teacher. The class watched with joy as they saw the supposed class nerd go up to be publicly wedgied. "I can't believe she's so used to getting wedgied, she's letting the teacher do it!" She heard on her way up to the front.

Once Cindy was up at the front, she smiled and turned to the class. "So, a wedgie is when you tug on a nerd's panties until they're nice and wedged between their butt cheeks," Tara was on her way to Cindy's panties when suddenly Cindy turned to her. "Okay, hands on the wall." Tara froze for a moment, blushing and laughing nervously. For a moment, it seemed as if Tara was going to protest, but she instead did as she was told. Instantly girls began whispering to each other in surprise, the class abuzz with curiosity.

"Girls, please keep qu-IEEEEEE!" Tara shrieked as Cindy yanked on her panties without warning, once more stretching the yellow fabric up in a fierce wedgie, Tara's feet leaving the ground as her hands remained on the wall, effectively pulling her bubble butt outwards to bounce in front of the students.

Cindy used one hand to bounce Tara passively, using the other to grab a handful of the teacher's bottom, "This is a bouncing wedgie! I have complete control over the nerd as she," Cindy raised and lowered the panties a few times to exemplify her point, "Bounces! Notice how her bubble butt is nice and tight against the pants, which are also wedgied up her bottom!" Cindy punctuated that point with a spank to Tara's bottom, causing her to emit another "Owie!" submissively as she faced the board.

Cindy lowered Tara back to the ground, but kept hold of her panties. "Notice her choice in panties." Cindy stretched out the fabric with a sharp tug, Tara's fleshy bottom shaking around in the tight jeans. "This means you've chosen a true nerd to wedgie, and is a very good sign. As we've seen, it likely means she'll be a completely submissive dork over the course of the wedgie." Cindy further demonstrated by grabbing Tara's forehead and pulling it back, "Hands dangling at your sides." She ordered. Tara immediately dropped her hands from the board, leaving them to pathetically swing at her sides as Cindy snapped the waistband of the panties over Tara's head.

"This is a nice and simple atomic wedgie. As you can see," Cindy spun Tara to face the class. Tara's face was beet red, obviously mortified as she was wedgied in front of her students as part of a lesson, "It's very humiliating for the nerd, and very effective for keeping them subdued. To further study its effectiveness, Tara will teach with the atomic wedgie for the rest of the class. Right, dork?" Cindy smiled, slapping Tara's bottom.

Tara nodded with an "Ow! Yes ma'am." before falling silent again, paralyzed with humiliation. "Additionally, an effective atomic wedgie obviously exposes the nerd. Notice her slightly bent over pose, providing exposure to her breasts," Cindy casually fondled Tara's large breasts, bouncing them with one hand before turning her again, "and her bubble butt. And boy does she have a bubble butt!" The class laughed as Cindy smacked Tara's big behind once more before shaking the fleshy cheek in her hand. "Thank you for being such a good demonstration, Tara. You have my permission to continue with the lesson now." Cindy smiled before heading back to Angelina, who was still squirming and blushing, despite the entertainment.

Tara cleared her throat, awkwardly turning once more with the atomic wedgie, "Thank you, Cindy..."