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Gargling toilet water wasn’t something Natsuki was in any way unfamiliar with. For the short woman, having her pink bob cut shoved into a toilet bowl and soaked through with the cold water as someone forced her face downward and flushed was almost a regular occurrence. The fact that it took her more than one hand to list all the times it had happened in the past two weeks was enough to make it as predictable as the classes she attended, one of which was about to start in five minutes. Also not unfamiliar for the spirited woman was the fact that the hand powering her nose down up against the porcelain basin was one of her best friends and fellow member of the school’s literature club, Monika. The taller girl fit her current role well, her beauty and her stature making her appearance mirror that of the cheerleaders who usually did this kind of bullying. As she glared down at the gurgling young woman in the toilet bowl in front of her, she released Natsuki’s panties, which she’d been

It was near the end of the day and I was walking through the hallway minding my own business when I was grabbed by several people, and dragged into a bathroom. “Hey nerd” Erica smirked I gulped as I realized that I was now in the girls bathroom….surrounded by cheerleaders “H-hey girls, uh what’s up?” “We were bored so we decided to swirly you” Erica says as the other girls snicker “Oh, no thanks I’ve already gotten my swirlies for the week” “That’s not how it works” A cheerleader says “If you behave yourself you can keep your pants on this time” Erica offers Two of the girls grab me and start to pull me towards the stall since all of them won’t fit at the same time, as usual I resist. “Stop squirming” “Leave me alone!” “WEDGIE!!” “OW!” Before long we’re in the stall and I feel the usual sensation of my head being dunked into cold toilet water, held there for a few seconds, and then FLUSH “See that wasn’t so ba- hey don’t drip your gross toilet water on my shoes!” “It’s your

Every year, on Father's Day, it was the same old song and dance. I don't remember exactly when it started, but at some point, my father made it a yearly tradition to give me a brutal wedgie every Father's Day. Called it his payment prank for fatherhood or something like that. He's done it so often, he started taking pictures every year. When I moved out for college, I completely forgot about the painful tradition and thought it would stop. Boy, was I wrong. Last year, I came home from college just to visit for Father's Day. I was actually really excited to see him again too! Classes had been stressful, and I was so busying studying I hadn't had the chance to call him in a while. He was excited by my surprise visit too. It was going fine at first. Perfectly normal even. I got settled for the weekend, we hung out. I had my guard completely down, and we started playing some video games. I think it was Mario Kart? Anyway, I was really focusing on the game and didn't realize his character

“Another wedgie,” Nati grumbled as she shoved open the heavy wooden door to her college dorm and slammed it shut behind herself. The impact of the door into its frame made a loud bang and rattled the wall so much that her favorite baseball cap fell off of its wall hook, but Nati didn’t care. She was just too angry at the way of the world for it to matter. “Another wedgie!” She flung her book bag onto her dormitory bunk, not caring that she was flattening the ham sandwich she brought back from the cafeteria under the weight of her books in the process. “Three pairs wasn’t enough,” she seethed to the room, slamming open the dresser door to look at herself in the floor-length mirror. “No, no, it was completely necessary to rip four of them, and a complimentary swirly! How kind!” The college sophomore looked a mess. Usually she was rather put together. She took a shower every morning so she was always clean and smelled nice, and though her mousy brown hair had unruly curls, she pulled it

The morning sun sliced through the blinds of Jessica Hargrove’s bedroom, painting jagged gold streaks across the hardwood and warming the edges of her chiseled frame. She stirred beneath the sheets, her limbs unfurling in a slow, powerful stretch, a rumble vibrating in her throat as her joints popped with a crisp snap. At thirty-six, she rose like a predator—six feet of muscle honed to perfection, blonde hair spilling free from its frayed ponytail, remnants of last night’s tank top and shorts clinging to her skin with a whisper of dried sweat. The gym was her proving ground, and she greeted each day armed with its rewards, her hazel eyes snapping open with a clarity that pierced the soft dawn fog. She swung her legs over the bed’s edge, her bare feet landing with a muted thump, and rolled her neck, the faint ache of exertion a welcome companion. Mia’s triumph still danced in her thoughts—three goals, a masterclass in dominance—and the image of Aiden, left trussed up in the laundry room

Dani wakes up in her bed, a week of deserved rest after her humiliating experience at the hands of Kaitlyn. They've kept contact, mainly because Kaitlyn demands it. Dani gets dressed in some casual attire and starts to daydream about her first experience with a bully, an awakening experience for her. She's spent the majority of the last week researching her new interest, she was surprised that she was able to find how common it is. Digging deeper and finding out all she could about it so she could be prepared for the next time Kaitlyn, or a potential new bully decides to come around. Checking her phone she notices a message from Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn: "Hey nerd, thought I'd make a visit to your place today. How does 3 pm sound?" Dani: "Uh... yeah I guess that's fine" Kaitlyn: "I knew you'd agree, not like you had any other choice lmao" With this Dani decides she better clean up a bit more before Kaitlyn comes by, taking her time getting showered and picking out some decent-looking

I was sleeping so damn peacefully until Ryland woke me up. Now, Ryland was an amazing boyfriend. I love him very much. But I do not love waking up early and he knows this. "Babe...what the fuck?" I groaned out as I yawned, sitting up. Might as well start getting ready for the day. "I know you don't like getting up early, which is why I already went out and grabbed Starbucks to go with the breakfast I made for you." He handed me a drink and brought in some waffles for breakfast. This wasn't a bad way to wake up at all. "Aw, thank you baby. This is a welcome surprise. I guess it makes up for waking me up so early," I teased. "Happy birthday, you goober," he said as he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you Ry, this is a nice present." He flashed me a devilish looking grin. "Oh, this isn't your present," he told me. "Oh, it's not?" I asked, surprised. Ryland's presents were all about acts of service, so this was right up his alley. Breakfast in bed, maybe a nice date after. It