Young Sarah Shevil

Here is me trying (trying, being the magical word) to make a young Sarah Shevil

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"Careful, incoming fatass!" laughed a voice before the door was opened with two, solid kicks.

Four girls came in, all wearing tall, bright-coloured mohawks that would have put a rooster's to shame. They wore chains and ripped jeans, with slevless grey shirts and leather, black jackets over their torsos. Their boots squeaked as they moved inside the changeing room, now deserted with no one to get in their way or teather to save the girl they were now carrying. Two carried the girl's arms, while the other pair held tight her squirming legs, using their free hands to deliver swift, loud smacks to her behind. The target was huge, only covered by the thick layer of a coal-black skirt. This layer only lasted for a couple of seconds, before the leader of the four barked an order and the skirt was tugged down. Two huge mounds of soft, pale flesh greeted the punks, a pink pair of soft pink grannie's with white frills already trying to hide between the huge hills of jiggling flesh.

Sarah bit her lower lip, both of her brown eyes close to tears as she felt more smacks landing on her exposed butt. The youngest of eight siblings, Sarah had always been the main target or pranks and embarassing humiliations since she could remember. She had her mothers raven-black hair, which she kept tidily dressed in two ponytails, while a long purple shirt and a skirt hugged her curves, with grey tights doing the same thing with her legs. Yet it was all a fruitless task, for the school's bullies prefered to see the shy Shevil with only her large bra and panties on.

"Girls please! I am going to miss math again!" she begged, but her pleas, like always, fell in deaf ears.

"Would you look at that! Fatass has a voice!" giggled one of the punks, making the young Shevil look down at the floor in silent embarassement.

"Brittany, you scared her!" said another "Now we won´t be able to hear her sweet voice again!"

The other punk snickered "Says you! Me, I think I know how to make her squeal!"

One hand, then three and four smacked her butt. Sarah yelped and felt her breath stopping when, instead of retreating, the hands remained there, closing against the wide layer of pink that managed to cover some of the girl's large behind. The punks seemed to almost snarl at one another as they tried to get more fabric than the others, but, in the end, there was more than enough for everyone. Sarah kept kicking and squirming against their hold, getting more chuckles and smacks to her bouncing buttocks. There had to be a way out of this! Maybe Linda or Kandy would be nearby to help! Then she imagined her friends coming in and instantly joining her in the land of spankings. 

Sarah sighed and hung her head low. She was alone here.

"WEDGIENATOR!!" the punks' warcry shot Sarah out of her daydream and her panties over her back! 

"OWIEEEE!!" Sarah howled at the ceiling, lips parted into a howl of agony when she felt the rough material of her grannie's ramming into her soft crack, grinding a good chunck of cotton into her ass! Her kicking became wild, one shoe flying away before the punks managed to reach the back of her head with the white lace of her panties. It was not hard though. Sarah bought her panties just so they would easily stretch and fit her "generous" behind. Now this same stretchiness worked against her. The fabric grew without control, with each tug expanding the shade of pink over the girl's back and head.

Ten seconds and there was not one inch of pink visible between the Shevil's mounds of soft flesh. Her ass seemed to be eager to taste the wedgie more and so it helped the cotton dig deeper, drilling Sarah's butt so hard her eyes were soon floded with tears of pain and embarassement. This was her life: Sarah, the wedgie magnet, the girl with the biggest ass in the entire world, the biggest loser her school had ever seen! She did not even see her panties clawing their way to her chin. She already knew that an atomic was coming. The punks were many things, but not very imaginative when it came to pulling their victim's underwear. 

"Atomic! Atomic! Atomic!"

She did not even care about their cheer. Sarah felt the snap though and how her head seemed to be pulled towards her butt when the punks released her underwear and dropped her on the room's cold floor, skirtless and with every inch of her body twitching randomly.

"Another day, another pair of Sarah's panties pulled over her head" chuckled the leader of the punks "Now, let's go. I don´t want to get another bad mark for being late again"

"The same goes for you Sarah!" giggled another punk "Good lord, no wonder your ass is so fat! You do nothing but lay on the floor all day!"

Sarah said nothing as they left, but shot mental curses at each and every one of the bullies before the door closed and she was left in her atomic. Gritting her teeth, the dark-haired girl pushed two fingers under the waistband and pulled the panties down to her hips, a move learnt after many years of suffering the same wedgies over and over again.

"No holes in them today at least" whispered Sarah and weakly got back to her feet. If she was quick enough, then maybe she would be in time today. With her panties wrinkled and still dangling out of her skirt, the big-butted girl ran to class, finding not a soul on the hallways "Please no, please no..." this could not end like this, it was not fair!

She found the door closed, the teacher already begining his class with no one allowed to getting in or out. Sarah rose her fist to knock, but quickly thought against it. Being late to math was considered worse than not arriving at all.  She lowered her fist and sighed. Next time, if no bullies got in the way, she would make it.

"Late again I see" came a soft voice from the hallway.

Sarah shivered and remained in place, heart beating a thousand miles per-hour at the familiar sound of HER voice. She did not even need to turn around, she could already picture her beautiful face, her golden hair, long and dressed so perfectly it seemed unreal. Her clothes, rich and hugging every curve of her body...

Diane Swanne gently grabbed Sarah by the shoulder and pulled her to a nearby bench "You know what happens to those who are late for class. No excuses"

Sarah nodded and watched as Diane sat on the bench and looked at her. There was something strange in her eyes today. Doubt? Fear? Sarah almost chuckled. Diane feeling fear or doubt? Yeah right. She was the one feeling fear now, but not only because Diane's hand was as hard as steel and the fact that the blonde was, without any doubt, Sarah's most feared of bullies...but for the other things she felt. How her skin warmed by the mere sight of the blonde, how the ring of her stern voice made her felt as if she were melting.

"Twenty smacks" said Diane while tugging the girl's skirt down.

Twenty? She normaly gave her thirty or more for things like this.

SMACK!

"EEEP!" Sarah's eyes poped open, the sting of the first smack sending her forward so hard, she almost fell face-first on the floor. Instead, Diane's free hand tugged her back and then softly inspected the damage. Pain became something else, something that made Sarah sweat with fear. 

SMACK!

"OWWW!!"

SMACK!

"AHOEEE!" she panted and shot her blushing face to her butt, already seeing a red shade over it. She did not want this, she did not! Then why had she rised her buttocks before the last smack?

And why was Diane taking so long to inspect the damage?

"I...I believe you won´t ever understand this lesson" muttered Diane, suddenly pushing Sarah back to her feet while avoiding to look at her eyes "I have work to do, important stuff. Just don´t cause any trouble, or a spanking will be the least of your troubles, clear?"

Sarah had not time to recover from her shock. Diane was now gone, leaving the dark-haired girl with her skirt still below her knees and her buttocks crimson and free "Diane?" she looked at herself, feeling strangely guilty. Had she done something to offend the blonde? And if so, why did she care so much about it? She was free and her butt was safe.

"Look what we have here!"

Sarah glanced back and groaned at the sight of even more bullies behind her. No, her butt would never be safe.