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“Hey, Alicia, look at this!” The spanking stopped. Alexis was able to lift her head off the floor enough to turn it over the sound. Megan stood, holding her bag, and then grabbed it by the bottom and emptied it onto the floor. A few books dropped first, then Alexis’s wallet, keys, phone charger, and, finally, several colorful pieces of cloth. The extra underwear she’d packed. Oh no. Alexis’s stomach dropped. One possible avenue of escape she had considered was them breaking her panties and being unable to do more. But now that hope was crushed by her earlier indecisiveness. “Awww, thanks, Hart!” Alicia said. “I was a bit worried our fun might end a bit too soon. But now…” She finished her statement off by grabbing onto the back of Betsy’s g-string and pulling. Betsy gasped in pain. She was the middle child in her family, with two brothers, so she wasn’t unfamiliar with wedgies. But Alicia seemed to pour all her cruelty and anger into this particular one. The thin black strand was

It is said that as Halloween approaches, the barrier between this world and the next begins to fail. The strange, the otherworldly, the unbelievable all become true. It is the time of dark spirits and monsters. But that which lies on the other side is not what truly should be feared. No, the most frightening thing of all is the darkness that lies in the hearts of some of the living. Beings that look like normal people, but behind their eyes there is neither soul nor heart. What these monsters are capable of would make any supernatural creature shiver in fright. And we will never know it until it is too late… Alexis had made many mistakes in her life, with “thinking she could pull off bangs” being chief among them. But it seemed that giving Sydney that wedgie might very well overtake even that blunder. Assuming, of course, I survive this next part, Alexis thought, her eyes flickering around the vast bathroom. She had been forced down onto her knees, with her wrists and ankles bound

The light of the setting sun seemed cold. Instead of highlighting the vibrancy of the fall colors, it dampened it, seeming to drain the life of the town. Night rushed forward and soon the city was black save for the lights from the houses. Halloween had come. Well, kind of. Halloween was going to be on a weekday, so technically it was the night of the Saturday before Halloween that had come, but that’s less catchy. Alexis packed her bag for the party. She’d found one of her old book bags, a perfect accessory for her librarian costume and a very practical one. She was the type who liked to be prepared for every eventuality and had filled the bag accordingly. A pair of books were added to top it off, serving a functional role of tying the costume together and a practical one of hiding the contents of her bag from wandering eyes. As she grabbed her phone, she saw the notification light blinking. A message from Betsy. “Taylor is hear.” It read, followed by a string of random emojis.

The days are getting shorter and a chill has begun to permeate the nights. The leaves fall in brilliant showers of orange, red, and yellow. The summer is over and winter is fast approaching. It is a time of change, from growth to decay, hot to cold. And in the middle of it all lies a day of great significant to the living and the dead. Halloween. Of course, this is also a day of great significance if you happen to be a popular young woman like Alexis Hart. Alexis had loved Halloween throughout her whole life. When she was little, she liked trick r treating with friends and family. As she had become a teenager, a love of the colors of autumn had been added to the mix. In the last few years, the possibility of parties had expanded the list of Halloween activities. All of these activities and sights were overshadowed by the two things that Alexis loved the most about Halloween. The first was Alexis’s love for dressing up. She loved designing her costumes, picking out every detail

“Do it?” Samantha looked confused. “Yes. You’ve wanted it for so long. Let’s do it. Together.” Alexis wasn't quite sure why she was suggesting this. All the years of experiments had been painful enough, and the session so far hadn't exactly been fun. But there was something about the look on Samantha's face. It took a few seconds for the look of confusion to be washed away by the realization of what her little sister was saying. When it came, Samantha smiled at her sister. “Thanks, Lex.” Alexis didn’t respond, only managing a single nod, for fear that she would change her mind if she started speaking. Samantha reached up above Alexis’s head and undid the knot of the rope. Alexis felt her work by the occasional pull on the thong. Finally, she felt the rope release its hold on her panties and the pressure of the wedgie dissipated, though the fabric remained firmly jammed up between her butt cheeks. “Are you ready?” Samantha asked behind her. “One sec,” Alexis took off her glasses

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please read description for info on next part and future stories. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You stand accused of the crimes of still being a big dweeb. The punishment for this is The Drop. How do you plead?” Samantha had adopted her usual persona for the Drop. Like an old-fashioned judge, only missing the powdered wig and British accent. It had always seemed silly, but Alexis had never had the opportunity to laugh at it. Samantha’s experiments had always happened in phases, usually depending on what her preferred wedgie had been at the time. From classic to jock-lock to bra-connection, with many more sprinkled in between. It usually went that she would find a new technique and the spend the next many months perfecting it with the unwilling assistance of her little sister. However, that all changed when Samantha began to test the atomic wedgie. For the better part of a year, Alexis was exposed to dozens

Alexis pulled off her shirt and pajama pants, tossing them onto the bathroom floor. She caught her reflection in the mirror, and twisted her body so she could see the damage to her thong. It was stretched a bit, currently sitting quite a bit higher than it usually did. Almost like someone just subjected me to a series of devastating wedgies. She gingerly pulled it out of her butt, readjusting it so that it sat like it was supposed to. Then, she pulled it off, leaving herself standing completely naked. After setting her old clothes aside, Alexis picked up the new set Samantha had picked out for her. She slipped her point fingers around the waistband and held it up in front of her. The waistband and middle section were both a bit wider than the one she’d just taken off. The vibrant blue lace had flower details throughout. Lace, Alexis knew all too well, was not a particularly strong material. Well, I guess this is it. Goodbye, first thong. With that, Alexis slipped on the panties

Samantha walked into her sister’s room and made her way right to the dresser. She knew which drawer to look in. It wasn’t her first time preparing a wedgie session, though it had been a while since she had felt the urge this much. Honestly, Samantha never figured out what it was about wedgies. She learned about them years ago, and something just took hold in her. The itch, the need to each time deliver an even more devastating pull than the one before. At first it had been fun to just brute force it. Pin her sister against the wall, reach into her pants, and yank her panties up swiftly and mercilessly. But in time she had wanted more. She started to experiment, changed the panties, the type of wedgie, how she pulled. She had had it down to a science. It had been a while since she had had the urge for a session like this, and now the opportunity was here! Samantha was going to make it the best session yet. As she opened the drawer, her smile widened. Alexis had certainly expanded her