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Sonia Strumm's Wild Week Of Wedgies

MONDAY
Despite spending nearly all of her twenty six years onstage, whether it was singing, dancing or prancing down a catwalk, Sonia Strumm never managed to conquer that evergreen fear – stage fright.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, Sonia wondered how in the hell someone like her had managed to achieve superstardom. Her wavy purple hair hung limply over her head. The top she was wearing accentuated her D-Cups and she did the best she could with her legs by wearing short shorts.

She had always strived not to be one of those popstars who went on about diets and obsessed over her figure, she owed it to her fans, a lot of whom looked up to her as a role model. This had meant that her image had come to be quite cosy over the years, quite conservative. Dresses to the knee, no strappy tops and no thongs. That last one was especially important, there was so much stigma around that particular topic and she felt it was important to emphasise that girls can war comfy underwear too. That was why, for the last year or so, she had been the face, or rather, the butt, of Hanes Her Way. Aside from the money, she unironically adored wearing them. Her image was pretty sassy, her concerts these days were half song, half stand-up routine, lightly making fun of the audience. But, when she was alone, she was a proper girly-girl.

She glanced around the dressing room. Even though she was alone, she felt a shiver shoot down her spine, as though someone was watching her. She slowly pulled the waistband of her skirt outwards and took a peek at what she was wearing. A pair of purple cheekies adorned with stars. She loved them, but having worn them for years she had slightly outgrown them, meaning that she was constantly adjusting herself.
She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock at her door, the waistband snapping back with a painful sting.

“Come in” said Sonia brightly as she rubbed her stomach. The door flew open and in bounced Lily, her PA. Sonia hired her because she had never met a more positive person in her life. Once, when a concert had to be cancelled at the last minute, Lily had the unenviable job of going onstage and announcing to a crowd of rabid fans that they would not be seeing their idol. In a few minutes, Lily had turned a baying mob into a caring crowd, crooning her greatest hits as they filed out.

“Hiya my love. Just thought I’d let you know, Jenna’s here”

“Jenna”? Sonia didn’t recall knowing anybody by that name.

“You remember, she won that contest. You’re meeting her in five minutes! Selfies, sycophantic praise, you know the drill. Also, somebody left this at the stage door”

She plonked the package on the dressing room table. It was a small box wrapped in exquisite, expensive blue paper that gleamed under the lights.

“Don’t worry, it’s been screened. I’ll give you a few minutes to get ready and then bring Jenna in, OK?”. Without waiting for an answer, she hurried out.

Sonia eyed the package suspiciously. She had been left plenty of gifts, usually by men who had no idea how to talk to a woman. But this? She could tell instinctively it had a woman’s touch.

Like a child on Christmas morning, she tore the wrapping paper off. It was a presentation box, like the ones wedding rings came in only bigger. Cautiously, she lifted the lid.

Her jaw hit the floor.

Neatly folded inside was a pair of red, lacy panties. Frills ran down the side and the waistband had extra elasticity.

Somebody had spent a lot of money on her. There was a note, but all it had on it was a kiss in red ink. She almost changed into them then and there before she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

Her final gig.

That was when she would wear them. It would be a little out of character, but so what? It had been an arduous tour and although she enjoyed it, she wanted to go out in style. She tucked the box into a cubby hole beside her dressing table.

Another knock. Sonia put on her biggest smile and opened the door.

The girl standing in front of her could well have passed for a model herself. Legs up to her eyes in Daisy Dukes and a crop top that exposed her belly. Her long, auburn hair flew up and around her face as she rushed forward and swept Sonia off her feet.

“Thank you, thank you!” she screamed, twirling her round. Sonia felt she should probably say something, but she didn’t want to ruin her moment.

“I’ve been to every single one of your shows! Even that one in Milan, where you premiered those new undies, oh they were so cute!”.

Sonia was about to reply when she felt a sharp pain in her rear. Jenna had a fistful of her panties in her hand and was yanking them up with surprising force.

“What are you doing?” said Sonia, struggling to break her grip.

“Aw, you’re not wearing them!” cried Jenna as she changed tack, giving short, sharp tugs, as though she was flossing Sonia’s butt.

Sonia had enough. Driving her knee into Jenna’s stomach. Jenna cried out, releasing her grip.

They both tumbled to the ground, a mess of flailing limbs.

For such a slight girl, she had managed to hike Sonia’s underpants all the way up to her mid-back, where they now rested, stretched and saggy.

Sonia panted as she got to her feet. “You’re not really a fan, are you?” Jenna’s smile turned from gleeful to mischievous. “No shit, Sherlock” she barked as she cracked her knuckles.

Sonia gulped.

Lily approached the door, ready to gently nudge Sonia to wrap things up as it was nearly showtime, when she stopped. Pressing her ear to the door, she could hear what sounded like a wrestling match. There was a thud, followed by a squeal and the groaning sound of tearing fabric. Suddenly, the door swung open and Jenna strutted through, twirling some purple fabric around her finger.

Lily was lost for words. Sonia was spread eagled on the floor, her dress up around her head. Thankfully, the front of the panties were still intact, although they may as well not have been for the amount of coverage they now gave.

Coughing, Sonia rolled over to get up and Lily gasped. Her backside was red raw, a slim purple string waving out of her butt crack like a forlorn flag.

“You never saw this” growled Sonia as she pulled open her closet to get changed.

TUESDAY
After yesterday’s escapade, Lily and Sonia had rewritten the rules on fan interactions. Sonia would never be left alone with them and, most importantly, they had arranged for extra underwear to be delivered to every stop on the tour. Better to be safe than sorry. Tonight, they were in Denver, a city Sonia had always liked, especially in the Autumn. The crunch of the leaves underfoot, the beautiful architecture.

She was out for a walk before the show, clearing her head and going over the setlist. She felt superstitious after the torment her butt had gone through yesterday, so she had opted uncharacteristically for a gold thong. It had been made especially for her by a rival company who wanted her to model for them, but she had never worn it until today. Maybe it was because her panties had been so deep in her butt, but they felt really comfortable.

Natural.

OK, so she was a walking wedgie, but, if she was honest, it kind of turned her on. It felt wrong, which oddly felt right. She stopped and leaned against a tree. Sometimes, she really had to pinch herself. This was her actual life. Normal people worried about things like bills and mortgages. She worried about the state of her underwear! Laughing to herself, she went to walk back to the concert hall.

Fuck.

She couldn’t move. Twisting her head violently, she cursed as she saw what the problem was.
Her thong had gotten itself tangled around a small branch that jutted out where she was leaning. She could not believe it. She tried to extricate herself, but she was stuck fast.

She froze. Oh please no.

Footsteps.

The crunch of leaves she had previously enjoyed now signified extreme terror. She could not be found like this. A jumble of thoughts rushed through her head.

Pictures. Press.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself forward, the thong stretching with her. But it didn’t move. Like Christmas tree lights that, no matter how carefully you put them away, always come out knotted, her undergarments had twisted themselves into a trap.
She whipped her head round as a camera flashed. But there was nobody there. She didn’t have any time to think about it, because two women rounded the corner and stopped in their tracks.

“Oh my God! Sonia Strumm!” one of them squealed as they rushed towards her. “We’re seeing you tonight! Can we have a selfie?” she said as she rummaged in her bag. The other looked her up and down, smirking as she saw Sonia’s predicament. Sonia closed her eyes and wished the ground would swallow her up.

She held her camera out, expectantly. Sonia didn’t know what to say.

“Are… are you OK?” said the one who noticed she was in the wedgie, as if daring her to admit it.

Sonia took a deep breath. “I’m sorry guys, of course I’ll take a selfie. Trouble is, you caught me at exactly the wrong moment. I’m… well, I’m stuck. Can you help me?”

The two women peered round and each went “Oooooh” when they saw her thong,

“Don’t worry darlin’. We’ve all been there. Sal, shall we?”. Each of them hooked their arms into Sonia’s and heaved. Sonia bit her lip as the thong straps stuck fast, stretching to their limit. This felt far worse than yesterday’s panty pulling performance. The thin string felt like cheese wire as it dug into her flesh, her butt crack burning as it irritated the skin that was already red raw from before.

“Guys, can we just… be careful. I have, like, two hours of dancing to do tonight!”.

“Man, you celebrities don’t buy your undies from Target do you!” said Sal as she heaved. Sonia heard a pop as the fabric began to fray. Aside from her butt, the front was now invisible as it had disappeared into every available crevice. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn’t hold it in anymore.

A guttural scream erupted just as the gusset gave out and, once again, Sonia tumbled to the ground, her limbs flailing.

She really needed to find a new hobby.

“We’re so sorry!” the two women said in unison, one of them even massaging Sonia’s butt. She appreciated the gesture, but she needed to soak her body if she was to make it through the show. She snapped a quick selfie, forcing a smile even though inside she was close to breaking down.

Tomorrow had to be better than this.

WEDNESDAY
Sonia seriously considered going commando. But she quickly decided against it. All it took was one particularly vigorous thrust during her show and down would go her pants. She already made a bit of a joke of it, quickly flashing the butt of her undies to the crowd before doing up her belt. It was that playfulness that had gained her such a huge fanbase.
Even so, she decided to stay within the relative safety of her dressing room before the show.

No fans. No fuss.

“Have you seen the papers?” said a voice behind her.

Sonia nearly choked on her tea.

Luna.

She slowly turned around in her chair. As much as she hated Luna, she couldn’t deny that she looked absolutely stunning. Her huge blonde hair seemed to dominate any space she was in. If you weren’t looking at her hair, you would certainly be looking at her legs. Blue and white striped tights clung to her curves, accentuating in all the right places.

“How did you get past security”? asked Sonia, both angry and impressed.

“What, you mean Lily? Ms ‘Eager To Please’? Don’t insult me”.

Sonia was worried by her confidence, in fact she always had been. But today, there was an evil glint in her eye that sent shivers down her spine”.

“What did you mean about the papers” asked Sonia, unsure whether to get up or not, Luna threw her head back and cackled. “Well, let’s just say that your Holier Than Thou image might be on the wane”.

She produced a copy of Entertainment Tonight.

Sonia had made the front page. Unfortunately, so had her thong. The picture showed the two women heaving Sonia off the branch, the camera catching her at a particularly unflattering moment as her face contorted with pain, the full length of the thong visible behind her.

“So it was you!” yelled Sonia, remembering the camera flash.

Luna took a theatrical bow. “Oh, and Jenna sends her regards”.

It took a moment for all the pieces to fall into place. Of course. How could Sonia have been so stupid?

Sonia stood up, fists raised. Unfortunately, Luna was faster, Her hands shot out and with the dexterity of a card thrower she gripped her skirt and yanked it down in one fluid motion.
Sonia was so stunned it took her a moment to gather herself. She had to choose today to wear her oldest pair of panties. They were pink with a white waistband and red hearts all over them. The pink had faded over time but this also meant that they fit her better than any pair of underwear she owned.

Her face flushed, she pulled up her skirt and ran at Luna. She, of course, expected this and stuck out her foot, sending Sonia sprawling to the floor.

Again.

Before she knew it, Luna had Sonia in a headlock and was viciously rubbing her knuckles over her head.

“You know Granny Pants, you make this way too easy. I almost feel bad!”. Luna laughed again. The noogie was burning but Sonia refused to cry. She would not give Luna the satisfaction.

At that moment, the door burst open and Lily appeared, grinning from ear to ear. Her face fell.

“What do you think you’re doing?” yelled Lily, as she took the rather unconventional move of grabbing Luna by the nose. Unconventional or not, it worked a treat. Luna screeched as Lily pulled her towards the door.

Lily drew her leg back and booted Luna up the bum. Now it was her turn to taste the carpet.

“We’re not done!” spluttered Luna in a nasal whine as she tried to readjust her nose.

THURSDAY
Today was different, or at least, Sonia hoped it would be. She was partaking in a fashion show and was sharing her dressing room with Amy. It could be a lonely life on the road and it made a change to have somebody to talk to.

“So, are you modelling the Van Cleef collection?” asked Amy as she put on her blue bra. She was a fiery redhead with an attitude to match. When she had greeted Sonia in a Guns n Roses T-shirt, smacking her on the ass, she knew they would get on.

“Nope, I’ve got these” she grinned, holding up the red panties she’d been sent earlier that week.

“Damn girl! You’ll be on fire out there! Why do I never get stuff like that? Maybe I should protest and ask for some better undies. I hear gold thongs are in this season” Amy smirked.

The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind. Lily had eventually turned off her cell phone, fed up fielding calls from unscrupulous bloggers and perverts. Everybody knew about the thong incident and Sonia still wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Evidently Amy did, because she’d been talking about nothing else all morning.

Sonia sneaked a glance at Amy, taking in for the first time how breathtakingly beautiful she was. No wonder she was a model. The bra barely contained the breasts within and her panties, a light blue lace, were so tight Sonia was surprised she could walk around. A shock of ginger hair that ran all the way down to her waist contrasted sharply with the pale, almost ghostly skin tone.

Amy was in the process of pulling on her pants when she stopped. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot” said Sonia, happy that somebody cared enough about her opinion to ask.

“You’ve been doing this longer than me. Considerably longer, actually”.

Sonia chose to ignore the snark inherent in her sentiment.

“Do you ever get used to being half naked in public? Like, I know that’s the job. But doesn’t it, I don’t know, rob you of your privacy?”.

Sonia was a little taken aback. In truth, it did, a little. Your underwear was supposed to be completely private, yet here they were showing it off to the world.

“Maybe. I mean, the first few times, for sure. It felt like those dreams you used to have, when you’d go into school and then find out you were in your underwear and wake up soaked in sweat. But the reality is, to be a successful model, you have to get past that. You have to own it. Completely. This is me, deal with it. Like anything in life, act confident and people will believe you are. That’s how I got to the top”.

They smiled at each other as Amy gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Act confident. Got it”.

Before they knew it they were onstage, under the flashing lights. Sonia was in her element, strutting down the catwalk, all eyes on her. Even when it was Amy’s turn, all they could hear were fans screaming Sonia’s name. Sonia looked at Amy apologetically.

Something was wrong.

Amy wasn’t smiling any more. In fact, if Sonia had to put an emotion to the expression on her face, it would be loathing. Sticking her butt towards the camera flashes to show off her Van Cleef Orange Boyshorts, Sonia lost concentration for a moment, which was when Amy struck.

She had no idea how it happened so quickly, but her head was forced between Amy’s bare legs, her butt elevated in the direction of the crowd. Amy squeezed her thighs together as Sonia squealed, then yelped as her butt was smacked. Because the panties were skin tight, they rippled with every spank.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Sonia couldn’t see the crowd, but she could hear them getting louder and louder as Amy egged them on.

They thought this was part of the show.

Which was when she felt Amy’s knuckles scrape her back, fingers tightening around the waistband.

“Amy, please! What are you doing!” crowed Sonia, a last ditch attempt to stop the humiliation.

Amy bent down so Sonia could hear.

“I don’t know what you’re so worried about. I’m just acting confident. Maybe you should do the same.”

With that, she hiked Amy’s panties up, exposing her bare ass to the world. Sonia could hear the collective gasp from the audience.

It must have made a bizarre sight. Sonia’s butt was dangling in mid air while Amy kept her legs tight around her head.

Tears streamed down Sonia’s face. It wasn’t even the embarrassment, she could deal with that. It was the betrayal that hurt the most. Not that they knew each other that well, but Sonia liked to think that there was a certain ethical code that was understood between models. Clearly she had been too naïve.

Confidence? Sonia would show her confidence.

With her left hand, Sonia did the only damage she could from the position she was in. She pinched Amy’s exposed thigh as hard as she could. Her legs relaxed for a split second, which was all Sonia needed to force her body forward, sending Amy sprawling onto her back.
Before Amy had a chance to catch her breath, Sonia drove a knee into her stomach, pinning her down.

“If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m going to rip your clothes off and leave you naked on this stage. After those photos my career is already turning into a joke and I have nothing to lose. So”.

Sonia gripped Amy’s bra straps under her shirt, giving them a little tug for effect.

“Start talking”.

Sonia had thought she might put up more resistance, but she was talking faster than Chris Rock.

“Luna, it was Luna!” screamed Amy, sobbing uncontrollably. Sonia almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

“She’s backstage right now”.

Sonia didn’t need telling twice. She sprinted to the side of the stage, whipping through the curtain that led to the backstage corridor.

Panting, she darted towards her dressing room and almost kicked the door down.
She found Luna rifling through her drawers, presumably looking for some other evidence she could embarrass her with.

No words were exchanged. Luna charged at Sonia, but today, Sonia was in charge.

Confidence.

She dodged Luna’s attack, spinning to the side and striking her hard in the back, sending her through the door. Sonia gripped the waistband of Luna’s jeans and hiked them up, half walking and half carrying her towards the stage.

Luna screamed for help, but there was nobody to hear her, they were all dealing with the ever-increasing fracas as the audience became restless.
Sonia wasn’t surprised to see that Amy had scarpered. She didn’t blame her, not really. She herself had once been under the spell of Luna Platz.

Not anymore.

She leant in very close, her lips brushing Luna’s ear.

“Stand on that catwalk. If you move, you will regret it, I promise you that”. Luna was completely frozen and could only manage the smallest of nods.

Somebody handed Sonia a microphone.

“Sorry for the disruption folks. You might be wondering what is happening here. Well, you aren’t the only ones. The answer is standing right there. Can you see her? She’s the girl who looks like she’s about to pee her pants”.

Luna was shaking.

“You don’t need to know all the details. Suffice it to say that this woman has made my life hell for the past week. Wedgies, noogies, the whole bully arsenal. Now I could forgive her, let her go. Should I?”

A resounding jeer erupted from the crowd.

“In that case, I will have to resort to Plan B”.

She yanked Luna’s jeans down, exposing her jet-black panties covered in gold glitter.

The power of it coursed through Sonia’s veins as she played up to the crowd, flexing her arms. She gripped the sides of Luna’s panties and hiked them up sharply, eliciting a gasp from Luna as she cradled her crotch.

Now they were stretched out, Sonia switched her attention to the waistband, which was
currently halfway up her back. Gripping the back of the panties, she took a deep breath and heaved. They were at Luna’s head before the threads started popping, but there was no chance Sonia was going to stop now. Working the panties from side to side, the waistband stretched to its absolute limit, she snapped it over Luna’s head. This forced Luna to arch her back as the material groaned.

Sonia threw her arms in the air and accepted the rapturous applause.

Luna hobbled over to Sonia, tears dribbling down her face.

“You may have won the battle but the war is far from over. Watch your back Granny Pants. Because it might not be today and it might not be tomorrow. But this week is going to seem like heaven compared to what’s coming”.

Sonia threw her head back and laughed.

FRIDAY
As it turned out, Luna was wrong. It was tomorrow. Sonia couldn’t even find the energy to be mad, not really. Because this was the status quo. The way things were. And as she hung there, she began to laugh.

The flagpole was set in the middle of some beautiful woodland that was only a few miles away from the theatre. Sonia was completely naked, bar her bra and favourite pink panties with hearts. Normally, she wouldn’t have any problem being seen in her bra and panties, but this time was different. Because this time, her confidence had failed her. She really thought that Luna would stop after such a public humiliation. Which was why her guard was down that morning when taking a stroll.

She was incapacitated before she knew what was happening, being carried in a fireman’s lift towards the forest. Luna tied her hands behind her back and stripped her clothes off. She could still see her skirt blowing in the wind from a nearby tree. She had then done more or less exactly what Sonia had done to her, except because these were legitimate granny panties, it had been the work of a moment for Luna. The panties were over her head and deep in her butt, thankfully the cotton was so old that it didn’t hurt, not as much as Luna’s must have done.

What she did next, however, was more painful than anything Sonia had experienced before.
Still cocooned in her own underwear, Luna had tangled the rope from the flagpole through the legholes and hoisted her up to the top.

An atomic, hanging wedgie.

Not one word was exchanged between them. It was like a Western.

Mutual respect.

So as she swayed in the breeze, just waiting for the inevitable moment when somebody would discover her and stifle a laugh before getting her down, Sonia was oddly contented.
After her display of gallantry on the catwalk, the papers had all turned in her favour. No more was she a figure of ridicule. She was a figure of hope. Bullies do get their comeuppance and you don’t have to be freakishly strong to do it.

She had said it before and would no doubt say it again.

It really is all about the confidence.
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