Wedgied by a Dog

"You were wedgied...by a dog?" Alida asked astoundedly.

"Believe it or not, yes. It happened like this..."

"I sometimes look after my neighbour's dog while they're away on vacation. He's a bulldog named Rusty, and even he looks tough, he's very friendly and playful. However, he had this bad habit of pulling on things. And this is where the trouble started. A couple of years ago, I had a bad habit of my own. Whenever I sat or laid down, my undies would stick out of my pants. My parents would try to break this little habit by tugging on them-just a little, not like a full wedgie-to let me know to tuck them back in. Well, one day after Rusty saw my mom tug my (bright orange) panties to let me know they were sticking out, he hopped up on top of me while I was lying on my stomach on our living room couch, he saw my undies and grabbed them with his mouth. I won't be forgetting the feeling of Rusty's face going in between my butt crack any time soon, let me tell you... *ahem* Anyway, he started yanking and tugging my underwear hard and fast while I was yelling at him to let go. My mom couldn't help because she was too busy laughing. Eventually, I started laughing even though he was ripping my panties to pieces. When he finally tore them off completely, I was just laughing and laughing. I couldn't believe that actually happened to me. But in spite of that incident, I still loved Rusty and took him for a walk. And even though he had opportunities later, Rusty had never wedgied me since that day."

Alida giggled. "Wow, I never got a wedgie from an animal. I'm a little jealous, actually".

"Yeah, well, the first few minutes are no picnic", Lucy said. And then she let out a big yawn. "Man, I'm bushed. It'll be nice to sleep in a bed again after a week on that flagpole". She crawled under the covers of the princess' bed. "Goodnight, Alida".

"Goodnight, Lucy", Alida said, joining her in bed. She turned out her lamp and the two girls drifted off to sleep.