The Female Wedgie Page

	Wedgie Stories
My favourite true story:	My brother just told me about this page and wanted me to post my story. You see, the other day he gave me a wedgie. He hadn't done that in a while, but like it didn't really bother me much, so he asked me why, so I told him that I had been getting wedgies all year at school. So I explained him my story and he wanted me to post it on this page. First, let me start by saying that I've read some of the postings, and, just to let you know, wedgies among girls are not that common, at least not where I came from. So, I am a freshman on our varsity soccer team, the only freshman on the team. Almost everyone else are juniors and seniors. Anyway, it was our second game of the year and we were playing at home. We were supposed to be one of the better teams, but we got beat pretty bad the first game, 4-1, by a not very good team. The team we were playing that night was the best team in the league. Well, unfortunately that day, I didn't have many clean pairs of panties in my drawer, so I was wearing a pair of old panties that I've had since I was like 10 or 11. They were about 2 or 3 sizes too small and basically I remember walking around all day with like a massive wedgie that I couldn't pick out through my jeans unless I went to the bathroom because they were way too tight (hey, girls put on a little weight after puberty!). They were cotton bikinis (pretty skimpy for a 10 year old!) and the butt was now too small, so that even if I did pick them out, within 30 seconds they were wedged back up on their own. So, after school, I went to our locker room to get changed for the game. As I got changed, our captain, Melissa, who was a senior, showed up and passed behind me and said, "WOW, nice wedgie Ash!!" and some of the girls on our team kind of laughed. Anyway, I like put on my shorts and my jersey, got a drink of water, filled up my water bottle for the game, and then realized that I had put on my away uniform rather than my home uniform. So I went back to my locker and got out my home shorts and jersey. I pulled off my away shorts and sure enough my panties were wedged up there again. Mel looked and said, "Still sporting the wedge, eh rookie? Here, let me help you with that!!" and with that, she grabbed the back of my panties and pulled them up on me for a couple seconds. I was kinda embarrassed, as you might imagine! A couple girls laughed and cheered. But, when Mel stopped, they booed her, and one girl in the background said," come on Mel, you can do better than that!! After all, she is a rookie!!" With that, Mel pulled them up again, just after I had dug them out, but this time much harder. She then said to her audience, "Higher?" and of course you know what the answer was! So, up they went some more until they ripped right out, and my team was laughing and giggling. I had been given wedgies before by my brother, even atomic ones, but this was the first one in front of other people! The worst part was now I would have to play the game without any panties under my shorts because I didn't have another pair. Mel saw me just putting my shorts back on and she kind of felt bad, so she reached into her bag and said, "Here, I feel bad. Have these." as she tossed me a pair of panties. I looked at them, and of course they were thongs. That what she usually wears, even for soccer (she's a hot looking girl who already has a tattoo, a belly ring, and a tongue stud - my mom would kill me!) She then said that they were brand new but I could keep them. Besides, her boyfriend would enjoy her not wearing any when they go out after the game. So I put them on and asked her, "Don't these things give you a permanent wedgie?" and said said, "yes, but it is really gentle and after about a minute you won't even notice and they will be the most comfortable things you've ever worn!" I felt like such a little kid around her, it was embarrassing. So, I wound up playing the game with them and, believe it or not, we had the best game of our lives! We beat the best team in the league 4-3 and I scored 2 goals (not bad for a freshman!) After the game, the coach was congratulating us and was saying that she doesn't know what got into us or what we ate, but that was the best game she's ever seen us play. She even singled me out for playing a great game and for really hustling. Then someone piped up in the background and said, "Maybe it was her pre-game wedgie?" and everyone laughed. So the coach responded, "Whatever it was, keep doing it!" Our next game was on Sunday, and we weren't playing a very strong team, but we had a terrible game, myself in particular. After the game, our coach was pissed. She said that she couldn't understand how we could beat the best team in the league and then lose to a weak team. She then singled me out again and said, "Ashley, you played a great game on Friday. What happened today?" I stood there kind of speechless. She then said (and our coach is kind of superstitious), "Did anyone give you your pregame wedgie?" and we all started cracking up, thinking she was joking. Unfortunately she wasn't, and she got really mad and made us run laps! She told us not to mess with good luck. Well, our next game was on the following Friday after school and once a gain we were playing a good team. We got out on the field and the coach was giving us our pre game speech. Near the end, she went through her typical pre game checklist: Everybody have their pads on? Everybody have their oranges? Everybody know their defensive assignments? and then at the end, "Did AShley get her pregame wedgie?" Nobody said anything. The coach barked, "Come on, come on, I'm not joking. Did you Ashley?" I sheepishly answered, "no" and she said, "Well, let's go" but nobody really did anything. The coach snapped again, "Listen, if we don't get this done, I'm gonna give you all wedgies!! So, get a move on!" So, Mel went behind me and said, "Sorry Ash", but before she could do it, I said, "Could we at least do this in the dressing room? It's kind of embarrassing in front of a whole crowd" and everyone agreed. So we trotted back in, much to everyone's confusion. The whole time I was thinking, "Let's make this short and sweet." We got to the locker room and I turned my back to Mel and she grabbed the back of my briefs and pulled them up good. I definitely felt it! Mel then said, "Ok, let's go everyone!" but someone said, "Wasn't it atomic last time?" The coach said, "Was it? Was it? Come on, let's not mess with superstition", so, once again after having dug my panties out of my ass, Mel grabbed the waistband and yanked them up. Unofrtunately, these weren't 4 year old cheap worn out panties like last time. Mel had them up as high as my bra strap and they didn't rip yet. A couple teammates encouraged her. "Come on Mel! You can do it!" Finally after at least a minute and my panties up at shoulder height, not to mention the pain in my butt crack (as well as the pain in front) they started to rip and she gave an extra yank and they were done. Once again though, I was pantyless, so Mel again gave me her extra pair of thongs. Needless to say, our team was psyched and we won again! Unfortunately, this was only game 4 in a 20 game season. Sure enough though, the last thing we did before we left the locker room before every remaining game was the Ashley Wedgie! On a good note, knowing now that this was going to happen, I could at least plan to wear my old cheap panties on game day. It was worth putting up with a day long wedgie to make Mel's wedgie less painful. Unfortunately, once I ran out, I had to use newer underwear and they hurt more. At least I had it worked out with Mel so that the wedgies didn't really hurt too bad. And, everytime Mel would give me a free new pair of thong. My mom also wasn't happy at first that I now had all of these thong panties. Actually, I think she wasn't happy that I actually liked wearing them, at least for sports, not only soccer, but volleyball and basketball too. She thought that wearing them means I'm having sex or something. I'm still trying to convince her to try them with no luck. She is kind of a prude. I have convinced a lot of my friends. Anyway, we wound up having a good season in soccer, 14-6. I would post about what we did in the playoffs (especially afterwards to our coach - hee hee), but it is bed time for me! Maybe I'll post it at a later date. Sorry this was so long, but let me just finish by saying that it is not a good reputation for people to think it is good luck to give you a wedgie, especially when you play more than one sport! Hopefully this won't happen for the next three years!
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My favourite fictional story:	You’re hiking along through the woods by the school. It’s a warm day and You’re in shorts and sneakers. Suddenly some of the upper class girls jump out of the woods. Before you can react, They’ve tackled you and have you pinned facedown to the ground. All you can do is yell and wiggle as you feel hands reaching down the back of your shorts. You can feel them doing something to your panties as something cool is clipped to your panties at one hip and then at the other. You’re expecting a wedgie but you’re not sure what they're actually doing. As you keep wiggling you hear a couple clicks and then one of the girls yells, Ready!?. Run, you think as she releases you. You scramble to your feet with the intention on escaping but you never get the chance. Even as You’re climbing to your feet, you see the Girls hauling away on a rope. For a moment you don’t understand until you feel your Briefs start their rise up your butt. The rope is connected to carabineers connected to the sides of your panties. Your underwear is about to become your worst nightmare. You’re only able to take a step or two before the tension on the rope and on your undies stops you. The tension increases so you’re pulled back a step. Then another step. Now You’re right back where you started. There is another pull and the pressure of the wedgie increases. You’re just starting to understand what is going to happen when you feel yourself pulled up to your toes. One hand reaches back behind your neck to grab the rope while the other goes straight to your ***, trying to save your self from an embarrassing frontal wedgie. You gasp as another heave pulls you up to you tiptoes and for a moment both arms wave as you try to keep your balance. You can feel the leg holes halfway up your breasts and your head is back against your waistband. Actually You’re not getting a full-fledged wedgie. You’ve definitely got the thong effect happening as well as a Frontal. The carabineers distribute the weight and pull up from the sides. It’s a mixed blessing at best as the position also keeps you upright so your whole weight comes down through your crotch. Another heave pulls you completely off the ground. You are now hanging totally off the ground by your underwear. You never had a wedgie this bad in all your entire life. The Girls laugh as you desperately stretch your legs to touch the ground and get some small relief. You are actually able to get your toes on the ground and push yourself up a little. For a moment the wedgie is slightly less pressure. Then one of the girls notices this slight relief and yells for her crew to pull a little more and you are lifted off the ground again. One inch. Two inches. Three inches. Now your feet are a foot off the ground. A blonde girl steps closer behind you and before you can react she has grabbed your shorts, knocking off your sneakers as well. You’re hanging in the woods by your panties that are wedgied further than you’ve ever felt before. The stripping motion has upset your balance and for a few moments your arms and legs flail as you try to catch yourself. It does little to make you feel steady but lots to lodge those skivvies further up your butt. You’re certain you can taste cotton in the back of your throat. Haul away! You hear and now they’re taking you up higher. You look up and there is a rope going to a branch 20 feet or more in the air. And as the blonde keeps hauling, the branch gets closer. You look down and realize that You’re now ten feet in the air. You watch in horror as the girls tie off their end of the rope leaving you suspended in the treetops. They sit there for a while watching you futilely struggle to somehow get down. Your curses or pleas have no effect as they just laugh. You hang there quietly for a few minutes more and slump in helpless defeat. Unfortunately slumping creates a problem. When you slumped your weight shifted slightly forward and the sides of your underwear slid through the carabiner. It marginally improved the frontal but just also added slightly to the wedgie. Your panties are not totally up your butt. Your body settling forward causes another slight slip. You realize that your worst ever wedgie is about to get worse. You are unable to stop your fate as your body slowly leans forward and the carabineers slide backward changing the pressure points from even front to the back to all in the back. You feel the leg holes of your undies slide across your butt cheeks and lodge deeply. Your endless groans have alerted your tormentors to your predicament and another chorus of laughter rings out. You hear the clink as the two metal clips touch and now it’s a full-fledged, high-as-it-will-go, hanging wedgie. The laughing cheerleaders watch awhile longer. “Time to get set up for the next ambush,” they say. You sigh in relief figuring they will let you down and reset their trap for the next classmate to come along. Then you see them packing up more rope and carabineers and you realize that they are not letting you down. They are setting up a whole new ambush somewhere else. The girls smirk as they leave and you realize that they are going to leave you with a hanging by your panties. You have no idea how you’re going to get down and can only hope a friend comes by. Of course, your friends are just as likely to tie ankle weights to you as they are to let you down but it’s your only hope. Looks like it’s going to be a long painful day as you settle in to the sounds of birds singing, your breath still gasping and taut underwear creaking. A long slow half-hour goes by and your legs and *** have gone numb. The only bright spot is that you are slightly closer to the ground as your underwear has slowly stretched. But it will take a lot of stretching before you touch the ground. Suddenly one of the girls, a brunette, steps into view. She unties the rope and lowers you, feeling a bit of pity for you almost all the way to the ground. She lowers you the rest of the way and you stand on the ground as you feel the sweet release of the pressure. She runs off as you recover and fix your wedgie. Unfortunately, your shorts are gone so you have to hike the rest of the way home in your stretched-out panties hoping you don’t run into the other ambush
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