Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 17 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Wedgie and Spank.

Joy fumed as she stared across the pathway at the carnival stall opposite hers. In particular at Nina, the girl manning the stall.

That blonde slut. Flicking her ponytail around to look cute. The fake innocent smile. Bending over the counter saying “hi” to kids, when really she was just trying to show off her boobs to the adults. It was all so obvious.

But the real shameless eye candy happened when someone scored high at her booth, their pellet gun shots hitting enough of the moving duck targets to win a prize.

“Wow you got 14 points! You can claim any prize from the basket here, or from the top row up ther-”

“Top row please! Uhh... that thing way at the back there.”

She smiled that sweet smile and out came the stepladder. Again. As she stepped up it, the entire crowd around her stand fell into a hush and stared. At the skinny jeans barely holding in a fat ass with a thong whale-tail peeking above it. Leaning over to reach the prize, going back down real slow, bending her legs to stick her butt out as much as possible.

They were both members of the Sigma Upsilon Beta sorority, both running their designated stall for the annual carnival event. The sorority president Emily had promised a prize for the stand that earned the most money this year.

Did Nina want to win it that badly? Enough to whore herself out just to get more people to play her game? And every hot guy around was just lapping it up! So what if Nina was voted ‘Best Butt’ by the Delta Omicron Mu fraternity this year? Joy had a great butt too. Why weren’t they at her booth and checking her out?!

It was Joy’s first year participating in the event. It was Nina's second. Rumour had it that during the previous year’s carnival, Nina stripped naked and offered her body for the dunk tank game. Or for some nude hide-and-seek chase. Or for a kissing booth except offering oral instead. There were a lot of different rumours about it...

It didn’t matter! The point was, that bimbo played dirty. It was time someone took her down a peg. Someone like Joy.

A girl in greasy overalls walked over to Joy. Tia had been trying to repair Joy’s designated machine: a test of strength booth.

“Sorry Joy. I'm not gonna be able to fix this tonight. The sensor needs to be replaced. You’re not the only one if that’s any solace. The Whack-A-Mole machine’s busted too.”

“Two machines on one night? Sounds like more than just a coincidence. Sounds like someone sabotaging her competition. Someone who wants her own shooting gallery to steal all that traffic...”

Tia followed Joy's gaze towards the nearby stall, where Nina was currently bending over a basket rooting inside it for some requested plush toy.

“Nina? You really think so? But she always seemed so sweet.”

“Oh don’t be fooled. It’s all a big act, I’m sure of it. She’s as underhanded and conniving as they come.”

Tia sighed with disappointment. Beside her, gears were turning and plans formulating in Joy’s head.

“Say Tia... Since it's not working anyway, would you be able to bring the Whack-A-Mole machine over here? I have an idea. The top part will need a small modification. Also do you have a sound level meter?”

Tia raised an eyebrow and nodded, as Joy rubbed her hands together gleefully.

Joy watched and waited. Until the right moment, when the crowd thinned just enough... Now! She hurried up to the shooting gallery stall.

“Hey Nina. You got a minute?”

“Oh hi Joy! Yeah I can afford one. I’m due a break anyway.”

“Cool. Would you be able to come over to my spot? I just need an extra pair of hands.”

“Sure thing!”

Joy had to hide her smile. What a gullible idiot! Nina pulled her stall’s shutter down, popped up a 'Be back soon' sign up, and hurried after her fellow sorority-sister.

“Tonight has been fun hasn’t it! I was a little worried after what happened to me last year but Emily convinced me to... Uhh, where are we going exactly?”

The pair walked right past the test of strength machine, and another large box with a big hole at the top, into a narrow alley between some of the larger stalls.

“Joy? What kind of help did you need exactl-mmph?”

A greasy hand clamped over Nina’s mouth.

“You’ll see~”

Emily pushed by the crowd gathered around the test of strength machine. She was fuming! Why was the shooting gallery stall shut down? She spotted Joy and called out.

“Joy! Have you seen Nina anywhere? Why isn’t she at her spot?”

“Oh uhh... No, sorry. I haven’t seen her since about an hour ago.”

“Oh my god! I am going to kill her!”

Emily stomped off. Joy brushed a bead of sweat away with relief. Good thing Emily hadn’t stayed more than a moment, or she might have seen too much. Now, back to business.

“Step right up folks! Demonstrate your true might in our one-of-a-kind never-before-seen test of strength challenge!”

A young man stepped forward, pulling up his sleeves.

“Welcome sir! As a reminder, the rules are as follows...”

Joy stepped beside the large colourful metal box. It was formerly the Whack-A-Mole machine, but the hammer was missing, and the usual arrangement of multiple small holes at the top had changed. The new top panel had only a single large hole. And sticking through it, was a pair of big round plump buttcheeks, pointing to the right and wearing bright green panties.

“Once the timer starts, you have ten seconds to try and rip off these cute panties. One hand only, only pulling to the left. If you do, you’ll get one attempt at Round 2 for a prize. Sir, are you ready?”

“Ready!”

“Okay! 3... 2... 1... pull!”

The contestant reached in between the cheeks, roughly grasping a handful of the material. He pulled it out, up and to the left. Hard. It narrowed and went taut, disappearing between the squishy buttocks, becoming a thin green line stretching from the top of the crack to his clenched hand.

“Ooh look at him go! What a grip. 7 seconds!”

The protruding ass lifted an inch or two, as far as it could before getting stuck against the rim of the hole. Clearly trying to relieve the biting pressure but lacking the freedom of movement to do so. It quivered and jiggled as the contestant put strenuous effort in, straining and tugging the panties side to side.

“3 seconds! 2... 1... Time’s up! Ooh tough break sir. A great effort but not this time. You’re always welcome to rejoin the queue if you’d like a rematch.”

While he wandered back into the crowd, Joy pulled the scrunched up panties back down. She spread them out and arranged them back into place, making sure they nestled into and hugged the curves neatly. A tiny whimper could be heard below them. Joy gave the shaking rump a pat and turned back to the crowd.

“Next contestant please! Oh... hello~”

A tall fratboy in a tight-fitting jersey showing off a toned physique stepped forward and winked at her. Joy had to suppress a giggle.

“Well well. If you’re half as strong as you look these panties might be in trouble. Are you ready sir?”

He just nodded with a wry smile.

“Alright. 3... 2... 1... pull!”

He dragged his finger up inside the crack, pulling the fabric up them clamping his fist around it. The green fabric shrank into a tiny line, wrenched hard past the buttocks, past the entire hole, almost reaching the edge of the box itself. The butt trembled as it was dragged hard to the hole's edge.

“5 seconds lef-” RRRIPP “Oh wow!”

He held the torn end of the panty crotch up in triumph. Joy snipped through the waistline with a pair of scissors to remove the ruined undergarment fully, then pocketed it.

“Well done sir. That means you get a shot at Round 2 and at victory. If you’ll just stand here. And hold your hand, like this... here...”

As Joy held and positioned the fratboy’s hand, all while under his confident gaze, she flushed a little. His hand was positioned to the right of the now-naked buttcheek, about a foot away.

“You can smack it open-palmed, just once, from that starting position. You may fire when ready sir! Better make it count~”

He hunched a little, flexing his fingers. The natural temptation was to draw the hand back for a real wind-up, but the rules forbade it. Even with the shorter distance a solid smack could be achieved by putting one’s elbow into it. The crowd waited silently. No-one knew when the strike was coming, least of all the owner of the buttocks.

whoosh! SMACK!!!

“Mmmph!!”

Not many people would have heard the anguished muffled yelp, but Joy sure did.

“A direct hit! Let me check the readings to see if it was good enough.”

She stepped around to the back of the machine, knelt down, and opened a panel where no-one else could see. Inside the box, her former-rival sorority-sister was bent over, face to the floor, ass sticking out of the top, arms in a boxtie and legs in a frogtie.

“Mmmmph!”

“Shut up Nina. Let’s see here...”

She examined the sound level meter resting on the floor beneath Nina’s head.

“Oooh that’s a high number. He really made you scream huh~?”

“MMMGGHH!”

“Hush! Be a gracious loser. You have a fresh pair of used panties to chew on.”

She tugged Nina's tight cleave gag down, and before Nina could even try to dislodge any of the stuffing, Joy forced the torn green garment inside. It joined several other ripped panties from previous winners already stuffing her mouth. Joy quickly pulled the cleave gag back up.

“Better hope that there aren’t too many more winners or that mouth will really be full! It’s your own fault. If you’d just stay quiet when they spanked you, you’d be fine. Should get easier with your mouth getting fuller~”

“MMMHHH!”

Joy reached towards Nina’s thighs. She was wearing a dozen pairs of panties at once, all sitting halfway down her legs. Joy tugged the topmost purple pair up towards the hole.

“Why are you so upset Nina? Didn't you want to show off your ass like a slut? Now you’re really showing it off.”

“W... whhh?”

Joy closed the back panel, ignoring Nina’s confused desperate mumbling. She stood up and stepped back around to the waiting audience.

“Target reached and then some. You win!”

The crowd let out a great cheer. Joy smirked as she reached for the purple panties poking up from the hole and dragged them all the way up the legs and over the rump, settling them into place for the next contestant.

Before he stepped aside to claim a prize, the winning contestant leaned in.

“Hey, could I get your number?”

Joy was on cloud nine as she entered her number into his phone. After he walked past, she glanced back over her shoulder at him. He was even checking out her ass!

Attention from hot guys, well on-track to be the booth with the highest earnings and win the prize, no annoying blonde to stare at all night. This was turning out to be Joy’s night! With a satisfied sigh, she gave the squirming ass a firm smack of her own, then turned back to the ever-growing crowd.

“Who’s next~?”