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All these stories are a work of fiction and care was taken - no
letters were hurt when they were placed on the page.

Every story I write contains CONSENUAL sexual situations between
adults and kids, women and dogs, and any other combination that I
can think of and that these stories should not be read by anyone
who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if
they did. Most if not all of the stories I write contain explicit
pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18
or close-minded people.

Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.

Due to the nature of the material that I write, I advise anyone
who is turned off by these topics listed below NOT to read them
or request to read them. The stories that I write cover topics
such as:

Incest (consensual), pedophilia (consensual), mother/daughter,
pissing (I like the giving end of it), teacher/student sex,
humiliation of women, degrading women, bondage and discipline of
women, and anything else I can think up and last but not least
degrading and humiliating black women with racial slurs and nasty
racial words.

Here are my thoughts on writing stories for my own enjoyment:

What I write in these stories not practical, not least of all
because a fantasy avoids the mechanical problems of such a
real-life scenario, but the strongest reason of all is the
mindset that it would take to carry out such a thing as what I
write about, which few people (let alone the average girl like
me) could manifest, no matter how much the fantasy appeals to
them on a personal level.

Well, those are my thoughts on the subject. I write stories in
which women are degraded and humiliated by young girls, but I
don't believe that I am a bad person, just a bad writer, but you
are free to form your own opinion

Here is hoping that your fantasies continue to thrive as it is a
good thing for people like me to know that I am are not alone,
that other people feel the same way, and that indulging in a
fantasy is not the same as an adult committing vicarious
situations that I write about.

Author's advisory: All these stories that I write about are for
adults only. If you're under-aged or of a closed mind and you
read my stories, your teeth will rot and all your hair will fall
out! This stuff is too mature and sophisticated for you.

SPECIAL NOTE: For this story, Holly is a real email friend and a
teacher and mother and that this is her dream. This story is
Holly's fantasy, nothing more, as she says, this is her dream. 
The events that transpire in this story are the product of
Holly's and mine fantasy.  Some of the dialogue in this story was
written by Holly.

She would like to hear from readers of this story, especially
female readers, about sharing mutual fantasies with young girls
or their daughters.  Please email me and I will forward your
email to Holly.  After that it will be up to Holly and you, the
reader, to carry on an email conversation.

I think we will do a second and final part to this story. But it
will be awhile before I can complete it. In the meantime, enjoy
the story.

Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome
to continue.

Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com

***

Holly 1:


There was a long table at one side of the classroom, with a
variety of sexual devices, rubber and leather objects on it. 
Several sixth grade students were looking it over and nudging one
another amusedly.  Miss Holly Anderson didn't take a closer look
at the table.  She sat uncomfortably at her desk in front of the
class room shuffling papers with nervous anticipation. She had
been assigned by Mrs Wright, the principle, to assist Karen Boyd
the Vice President of Female Impediment Solutions, Inc. (FIS) for
her class. Miss Boyd was here to teach the boys and girls about
different sexual restraints that her company designed to impede
women.


"Hi, Miss Anderson," several students said as they walked by
looking at her breasts that were trying to poke out of the white
halter top she was wearing. She was dressed in five inch black
heels, white knee stockings, a plaid mini skirt that came
mid-thigh, a white halter top that exposed her mid-riff, and a
small push-up bra that just covered her "C" cup breasts. She
nodded meekly as the sixth grade students filed into the
classroom looking at the table or finding their seats.


Holly didn't quite understand why Mrs Wright chose her math class
for this one hour demonstration in how to restrain a female. The
principle also told her she had to wear this silly outfit saying
it would make the demonstration more interesting for the kids.
Besides there were rumors in the teacher's lounge that teacher
dress code was going to be "updated".


***

Earlier that morning Holly's eleven year old daughter Penny
laughed at her as she came out of her bedroom wearing this
"outfit".


"Need a pimp, mom?" she laughed.


Holly had turned several shades of red, "That's enough of that
young lady" retorted.


"Can't help it mom, you just look like a... um... well a whore"
Penny said as she grabbed her backpack.


"If you must know, Mrs Wright said I had to wear this today for
some stupid demonstration in our class"


"Oh" Penny replied looking her mother up and down.


"I don't like it anymore than you do"


"Didn't say I didn't like, mother," she said a little harshly,
"But the clothes are quite becoming of you"


"Watch that tone with me young lady," an embarrassed Holly said,
"Now let's go"


As Holly slid into the driver's side Penny slid into the
passenger side. Holly noticed her daughter's side long glance at
her legs. She self consciously tugged down at the hem of her
short skirt.


"You have nice legs mom especially with those knee high
stockings"


"Enough Penny, this is hard enough for me plus I have to teach
all day in this silly outfit"


"I am just saying, I could get used to seeing you dress this way
all the time" smiled the eleven year old.


Holly didn't reply she just fumed at her daughter's comment. As
they drove to school she could tell that her daughter was
"checking" her out which made her very uncomfortable.


As she pulled into the school parking lot, Penny exclaimed, "Hey,
look there is Carol"


Carol was ten years old but was best friends with Penny even
though she was a year younger. Holly used to babysit both girls
before she got back into teaching several years ago. Now Carol
was in Girl Scouts and was trying to convince Penny to join.


As Holly got out of the car Carol exclaimed, "Gee Miss Anderson
don't you look special today"


`Thank you Carol, now run along to class" Holly was embarrassed
now as the kids walking into the school were looking at her.


"I mean, I didn't know that today was whore dress up day" the ten
year old laughed


"Carol..."


The ten year old walked over to Holly and started touching her
skirt and halter top.


"Stop that Carol" Holly said as she tried to swat way the girl's
hand from touching her. Then other kids walked over commenting on
the way Holly was dressed. They too started to touch her and
trying to lift her skirt. The kids were giggling and laughing as
they touched the teacher in the parking lot.


"Kids go away, go to class" Holly urged as she kept pushing the
little hands away from her. She was getting flustered and blushed
as the kids touched her lower back and stomach, some even ran
their hands up and down her thighs. Carol tried to touch her
breasts under her halter top.


The crowd of middle school kids slowly walked away. Holly was
left gasping for breath as she straightened her clothes. For some
reason she was damp between her legs.


Before she could finish Penny walked up to her mom and said, "You
see mom everybody likes your silly outfit"


Holly had tears in her eyes, "I feel like I have just been
violated... and, and..."


"Not even close Miss Anderson" smiled the ten year old, "We just
wanted to see a teacher up close and personal." She laughed.


"...and what mom?" asked Penny


"Nothing, just go to class you two" Holly said as Carol and Penny
walked into the school leaving Holly to wipe tears from face.


***

Now sitting at her desk waiting for Miss Boyd to return she was
told that her role in this demonstration was to be a model only,
a visual aid, for so the class.


"How could she do this classroom demonstration and still have
control of the class. The kids will think less of me," thought
Holly


"Hi Mom" said Penny as she and two friends came into the class.
Holly taught sixth grade math and this was the only class that
she had her daughter. Penny's blonde hair was in a pony tail, it
swung back and forth as she and her friends swayed their way
between the desks to find their seats.


"Like your clothes, Miss" smiled one of the girls looking the
teacher up and down.


Holly wasn't too sure it was a good idea to demonstrate
restraints to a bunch of sixth graders, especially with her
daughter in the class, goodness knows what could get out of hand.



Miss Boyd came in as the bell rang, and carefully closed the
door. She was wearing black pumps with flesh colored hose, a
skirt that ended just above her knees, a red and black push up
bra and a blue blazer that had only two buttons both which were
located just below her breasts, the blazer flared out at her
waist so her belly button was exposed and her cleavage was
pronounced.


She turned and faced the class, seeming a little nervous., "Hello
class, I am Miss Karen Boyd, I am the Vice President of Marketing
for Female Impediment Solutions, I am sure that Miss Anderson
here promised you all an interesting class today," she began
looking over at the teacher who grimaced.


"Are you wearing a push-up bra, Miss Boyd?" a boy called out with
a nervous laugh, and the class tittered.


"Nice observation," she retorted, blushing a little but smiling.
"Today we'll be talking about practical aspects of using
restraints on women. You all may have noticed the paraphernalia
on the display table.  These are items that FIS sells in Cherish
Valley. I've brought in a few items to familiarize you with some
of the sexual variations women in Cherish Valley enjoy in their
sexual behavior..."


As she stepped over to the table she was very nervous and hoped
the class couldn't tell. Giving a demonstration in restraints to
sixth graders was crazy, but at least she didn't have to wear
them like she at the office.


"Ok, class...we have handcuffs, butt plugs, nipple clamps, dog
collars, harnesses..."  She held up each item as she mentioned
it, "...helping me today of course is your teacher..."


Most of the kids giggled and chuckled as Holly stared down at her
desktop wishing this would go away.


"...she will be my assistant for this class period..."


As Holly stood up from behind the desk there was a nervous titter
from the class, whispering, and gossiping from the kids.


"All right, that will do," Holly said.  "Please give Miss Boyd
your attention"


The kids gave Miss Boyd their attention as Holly sat down again.


"Obviously most of the objects on this table are meant to be
placed on women for humiliation and degradation purposes" she
said.  "But most commonly in Cherish Valley sexual relations,
boys and girls do the dominating and women are sexually
submissive.  There's always a lot of variation, so you should
keep that in mind as well."


Miss Boyd stepped away from the table, "So as I said, Your
teacher is going to demonstrate these devices for you. Holly,
come over here, please."


Holly gulped and blushed looking out at her classroom of sixth
graders as she stood up.  "Y-yes, Miss Johnson," she said meekly.


"Face the class..."  She also faced the class.  "...Many of these
devices are meant for restraint, placing the user of the device
in control of the sexual situation.  This is often a thrill for
you kids and a humiliation for the woman"


The class tittered. Miss Boyd picked up a collar.  "This is a
high tech dog collar that FIS sells," she said.  "It is very
useful by itself, plus it gives a thrill for the woman wearing it
for its somewhat demeaning appearance..."


"Holly I am going to place it around your neck" Miss Boyd said as
she held the collar up.


"Can't you just show the kids, Karen?" gulped Holly.


"I would but you know the requirement that Mrs Wright talked
about..."


Her daughter Penny yelled out, "You can do it Mom"


Holly smiled weakly at her daughter and rubbed the palms of her
hands on her skirt.


"Are you ready?" asked Karen


"Yes I guess so" Holly said as she lifted her head.


Karen slipped the dog collar around Miss Anderson's neck and the
collar automatically adjusted itself so it was firmly against her
throat.

.
"Wow that was neat" Penny said and the other kids `oohed' and
`ahhed' at the speed at which the dog collar adjusted itself.


"Quiet please class..." ordered Holly. As she looked out at the
class she felt her crotch get damp. "Damn what is happening to
me?" she wondered.


Karen continued "...however, note it has a couple of rings on it,
to which things can be attached.  Also, it is nearly impossible
for the woman to remove it herself after it automatically
adjusts.  Go ahead and try, please, Miss Anderson"


She tried and Miss Boyd was right, she couldn't get the dog off
her neck. The classroom was smiling at her.


"Try harder, Holly" Miss Boyd urged, smiling.  "You could be
wearing it until the end of the day. An item of note class only
the person who put the collar on the woman is able to remove it,
even if one of your friends tried to remove the collar it still
won't come off"


The Holly blushed hard and continued to try to get it off, but
was not able to
do so. The kids were staring smiling watching her struggle with
the collar. As she struggled with the collar Holly wondered how
the class would have any respect for her now.


"Come on, Miss" A girl urged, "We know you can do it".


The class murmured with concern as they watched they watched
their teacher struggle with the collar.


"Come on, mom. Try harder" urged her daughter.


"... it's alright class, the dog collar won't physically hurt
your teacher" Karen said as she watched the class's concern for
their teacher.


Miss Boyd continued talking, "There are several accessories for
dog collars," she told the class.  "Let's take a look at some of
those."  She picked up a leash.  "This is simply a leash.  You
attach it to the collar of the woman wearing it, and use the
leash the same as you would for a dog. But this leash has some
special devices attached to it"


Miss Boyd attached the leash to Holly's collar, "on your hands
and knees please Holly"


"What? No way! This too degrading to make me do it" Holly with
fear in her eyes, "I am their teacher. I can't be seen doing
this..."


"Ah come on Miss" a boy said, "it is all in the spirit of
learning"


"That's right Holly this request is in the spirit of learning"
Miss Boyd replied.


"No, I'm not getting on my hands and knees in front of my class"
Holly said with a desperate look on her face while trying to
remove the dog collar.


"Ok, have it your way" Miss Boyd pressed a button on the handle
of the leash and Holly yelped.


"On your hands and knees please, Miss Anderson..." ordered Miss
Boyd.


Holly quickly got down on all fours. The class gasped as their
teacher positioned herself on the floor, her breasts swinging
beneath her. Her pussy was now very wet and her nipples were
getting hard. Why was this happening to her? Why did she get a
knot in her stomach at being told to do something so humiliating
in front of her class?


Miss Boyd pointed at Penny, "What is your name?"


"Penny"


"Your mom is the teacher here?" she said waving her hand at Holly
on her hands and knees.


"Yes"


"Will you come over here please, Penny?" asked Miss Boyd looking
down at the teacher.


The pre-teen girl slowly got out of her seat and walked over to
to where Miss Boyd was standing next to her mom on her hands and
knees. She was nervous about what Miss Boyd might ask her to do.


"Holly, your daughter is going to help in this demonstration, I
hope you don't mind"


Holly looked up as Miss Boyd, "It all depends on what you want
her to do" she replied with fear in her eyes. This was not going
good but her arousal was telling her otherwise.


Miss Boyd handed the leash to the girl, "The leash that is
attached to your mom's dog collar has three shock buttons
embedded in the handle. Each button has a different level of
shock, I gave her the first level shock and you see how quickly
she complied..."


The boys and girls were impressed with the explanation but as
they looked at their teacher on her hands and knees in her silly
outfit they all had a look of concern on their faces.


"Penny will you please walk your mom around the classroom?"


"No way Miss Boyd!" Holly said as she looked up at her daughter
with pleading eyes. Penny had a look of consternation as she
looked down at her mom.


"Miss Anderson this is a demonstration for the kids, they have to
have some idea of how these impediments work"


"Are you sure Miss Boyd?" asked Penny.


"Everything will be fine Penny. Now please do as instructed"
replied Karen.
"Yeah come on Penny, for the class" urged a boy sitting in the
back of the room.


The classroom started chanting, "Do it, do it"


Penny looked down at her mother, "I won't do it if you don't want
too"


"No this is too much" cried Holly looking up at her daughter then
down at the floor. The classroom was silent as Holly made up her
mind. Her sexual arousal at being collared and leashed was
getting the best of her, "Ok, let's do it for the class"


Penny was smiling down at her mom who had tears in her eyes, "Ok,
mom, let's go"


"Penny walk your mom around the room" smiled Miss Boyd.


The eleven year old giggled and said, "Come on Mother" urged her
daughter.


As Penny walked her mother down the aisle between the desks the
kids we taken aback at their pretty teacher being led by a leash
by her daughter. They started patting her on the head as she
crawled by. Couple of the girls reached their hand back as she
crawled past them and felt up her ass cheeks.


"Make her bark" One of the girls got up the courage to ask, "Make
her bark"


"Yeah, make the teacher bark" added another working up the nerve
to speak.


Then the kids started chanting, "Bark, bark, bark"


Holy was mortified, here she was being led like a real dog around
the classroom by her daughter, she gritted her teeth, wanting to
tell that Miss Boyd off. Now the kids were encouraging Penny to
make her bark like a dog.


"Please Penny don't make me do it" pleaded Holly as they reached
the end of the aisle and started back to the front of the room.


Penny stared down at her mom and smiled, her thumb rubbing up and
down the three buttons on the leash, "Not this time mom, but it
would be cute to hear you bark"


As Penny led her mother to the front of the classroom. Miss Boyd
took the leash from her, "Thank you, Penny"


"You see boys and girls? You can treat a woman as a dog" She
unhooked the leash but left the dog collar in place. "Stand up
please Miss Anderson..."


Miss Boyd picked up a pair of handcuffs.  "...The next things
kids, you can always handcuff a woman's hands in front of her or
behind her," she told the class. "But in conjunction with a dog
collar, you can keep the woman's hands within a few inches of
their neck.  Hold out your hands, Holly"


The teacher reluctantly did so, and Miss Boyd put her hands in
the handcuffs, then hooked them to the dog collar.


The class gasped as Miss Boyd attached their teacher's wrists to
the dog collar.


"It's Ok class, remember this is just a demonstration"


Holly looked out at the class. Her pussy and her adrenalin
pumping was getting to her. She was getting to the point of
needing to frig herself off.


 "This gives full access to the woman's entire body, and can be
useful for applying punishment, for making sure you can touch the
woman as you want to, or just confining the woman. It's hard for
a woman to open doors like that, for example when her wrists are
attached to the dog collar" Miss Boyd smiled and unlocked the
handcuffs.


Holly realized that she would not be made to do something
degrading in front of her class she let out sigh of relief.


Miss Boyd walked back to the table, "There are other collars as
well," she said.  "The choke chain, which leaves visible marks on
a woman's neck if tightened too much..."  She held one up but
didn't put it on Holly. "...The spiked collar..."  She didn't put
that on her, either.  "Also, there are harnesses, which are more
extensive than just a dog collar."  She showed the class a few of
them.


"Then there's the lace-up dog collar."


It was a leather dog collar with leather laces to hold it
together with rings set in it. Miss Boyd slipped it over Holly's
head.


"It can be left loose," she demonstrated, sliding her fingers
under it, "or tightened if desired. This lace up collar can also
double as a fashion accessory"


She tugged on the laces, and tightened it around the teacher's
throat.


"It can be tightened to be snug, or even tighter if you like."


She tugged it tighter, making it a little difficult for Holly to
breathe. She couldn't swallow, either.


"This one is totally impossible for the woman to remove," Miss
Boyd said calmly.


Holly was gasping, and felt panicky as the classroom had a look
of concern at her discomfort. She tried to undo the laces but her
nervousness kept from grabbing hold of the laces.


"Please..." Holly begged as she struggled.


"Is Miss Anderson going to be alright?" asked a girl.


"She will be all right for a minute," Miss Boyd told her. 
"Class, a restrained woman wearing this collar will do just about
anything at this point, though," she pointed at their teacher. 
"After all, one can always tighten it even more."


Holly shook her head anxiously.


"You'll want to be really cooperative, then, Miss Anderson" Ms
Johnson said smiling. "Right?"


Holly nodded hastily.


The kids nervously laughed at their teacher's discomfort. Not
quite sure what to make of the lace up collar.


"If the woman isn't being cooperative, it's always possible to
change her mind by tightening the collar a little," Miss Boyd
grinned.


Miss Boyd loosened the collar a little, and Holly took several
deep breaths.


"Are you Ok, mom?" asked Penny.


"I am fine, kids" replied Holly, "This just for demonstration"
But Holly wondered why she like the humiliation she was going
thru with the kids watching.


"There are other such accessories," Miss Boyd continued,  We're
not going to demonstrate all of them..."


"Thank goodness" thought Holly as she undid the laces and lifted
the collar off.


Miss Boyd held up some things.  "This is a leg iron; you can use
it along with a dog collar to force the woman to bend over. It
clamps around the woman's ankles, then can be attached with this
chain to the collar. These, handcuffs and a collar can be used
all together or in any combination you desire. Again, it comes
down to finding out what humiliation the woman really likes."


A boy raised his hand.  "Miss Boyd seeing that this is a math
class, couldn't a person use multiples of any of those, as well,
to connect two women together?"


"Very good," she nodded.  "Yes, you could."  She smiled.  "There
are other things as well, of course.  I'll go over them briefly.
There are hooks and rings, used to attach the woman wearing a
collar or handcuffs to a wall or other object, straps which can
be used instead of a collar or handcuffs to restrain a woman in
place, or in a particular position..."


She held up several different examples of these items. Holly
gulped, she had never seen things like this before.


"...Here's a different kind of accessory for a dog collar," she
went on.  "The ones I've shown you so far have been just
restraints, but other items are possible. Holly put your hands
behind your back, please. Penny will you come back up here?"


Penny walked up next to her mother. Miss Boyd said, "Please place
these handcuffs on your mother's wrists...  Holly these handcuffs
will just help our demonstration a little...class it will be ok,
nothing harmful for your teacher" she explained to the teacher as
Penny clicked both cuffs tight, "...Some types of restraints are
a punishment themselves.  For example..."


Miss Boyd picked up a pair of alligator clips on a wire.  She ran
one end through a loop on Holly's collar, then lifted her halter
top and pulled down her bra a little exposing her breasts to the
classroom. The class of sixth graders got wide eyed at looking at
their teacher's naked breasts.


"It is Ok, kids" Holly tried to smile at her predicament. Penny's
eyes got wide at being so close to her mother's breasts and
nipples.


Miss Boyd then put a clip on one of her nipples "Ow!" Holly cried
out in protest. The classroom sat forward in their seats,
mesmerized looking at their teacher's nipples.


Miss Boyd looked at Holly, "I'm sorry about that, Holly" The
class tittered.


"Stay still, please, Holly" she said, and tugged on the wire,
putting the other clip on the other nipple.


"Ow, damn that hurts," winced Holly.


"Look at your mom's nipples, Penny, they are both puffy"
exclaimed a boy in the front row.


"Does it hurt, mom?" asked the eleven year old.


Both of Holly's tits were held up by the nipple clips.  It looked
like it *really* hurt.


"Yes, take it off!" Holly pleaded desperately as the class of
sixth graders whispered and nudged each other.


Miss Boyd smiled, then looked at the class.  "There's nothing at
all she can do to get those clips off, except convince someone to
help her..."  She removed them, and Holly gasped. "...Of course,
you don't really need a dog collar to use that; you can run a
light chain behind the neck and have clips attached to that. 
There's a lot of flexibility in how you use FIS sex toys."


Miss Boyd removed the nipple clips from Holly while she talked,
"...Bondage is a part of the humiliation variant of sex," she
continued. "Generally speaking, humiliation is taking and
enforcing control of a woman for the purpose of sexual pleasure.
Bondage is limiting a woman's movement while being humiliated"


Miss Boyd smiled.  "The dog collar your teacher is wearing is an
example of both a bondage and a humiliation device, since it can
be used for either purpose or both.  The classic example of
another humiliation device is the paddle."  Miss Boyd held up
several examples of paddles, from a small one to a big one that
had holes in it. "Obviously, some will cause more pain than
others."


The classroom full of kids laughed and giggled. Holly had a
desperate look on her face.


"Are you going to demonstrate the paddle on my mom?" Penny asked
anxiously standing next to mom. The class looked at Miss Boyd
with concern.


Holly gave her daughter a mean look then shivered and blushed
hard when she noticed Penny had a different look in eyes. Holly's
clit gave a jump, a little bit of wetness came down the inside of
her thigh.


But Miss Boyd shook her head no, "We have several other bondage
and humiliation devices to explain yet," she told the class. 
"Some cause moderate pain, like the nipple clamps Miss Anderson
showed you earlier."


`those damn nipple clips hadn't felt like moderate pain to *me*,'
Holly thought.


"That should really count as an bondage device," Miss Boyd went
on. "Also, there are butt plugs, which are meant to be inserted
anally."


The sixth graders squirmed in their seats. Penny went back to her
seat.


"Don't worry class, these things don't hurt", Miss Boyd held up a
few rubber plugs.  "They're basically a type of dildo, but are
used to prepare a woman for anal sex.  After using one of these
on a woman, anal sex for the woman is considerably less
unpleasant at least by comparison..." she said, wrinkling her
nose, "...There are straps and such for locking most of these
butt plugs into place.  They can thus be used as humiliation
devices on a woman," she told the class, and held up a belt-sized
strap.


"Show us! Insert one yourself" one of the girls called out,
grinning. The other kids joined in, urging Miss Boyd on.


"Quiet class" ordered Holly trying to regain control of the class
which was hard to do with her wrists cuffed behind her back.


Miss Boyd blushed at the enthusiasm of the kids, "Tell you what
class, how about your teacher demonstrates this device..."


"No that's Ok, Miss Boyd," replied Holly who shook her head no as
she backed up to her desk.


The classroom started chanting `Miss Anderson, Miss Anderson...'


"How `bout it Holly" smiled Karen.


"All... right, kids, all right..."  Miss Boyd looked at Holly
then sighed.  "She will demonstrate this one."


The classroom full of sixth graders cheered and clapped.


"No, I won't and I don't care what Mrs Wright said" cried Holly
as she grabbed hold of the corner of her desk. Her pussy was
betraying her, the excitement and enthusiasm of the kids was
having an effect on her.


Penny stood up, "I have an idea!" she yelled over the classroom.
The kids stopped cheering. Penny faced her mother, "Mom, if you
fit the butt plug all the way in then we..." Penny waved her arm
at her classmates, "...we will turn in our math homework on time
and completely answered. I know how you complain at home about
how we don't take our homework seriously..."


Holly stood straighter looking at her daughter, "Go on"


"...But if you can't insert the butt plug all the way in then you
don't assign math homework for the week..." her daughter smiled.


A couple of the kids picked up on where Penny was going with
this.


"Yeah, Miss, and we will even be good in class..." a boy added.


Holly looked around the classroom at the expectant faces of the
kids, smiles on their faces.


Penny was certainly correct about the kids not taking their math
homework seriously. Maybe this was her chance to regain control
of her classroom by doing this one silly act.


Miss Boyd and the kids looked at Holly waiting for her answer.


"Ok..." but before she could finish the kids cheered, "Settle
down, I was going to say that if I do this you kids will keep
your end of the bargain?"


All the kids yelled out, "Of course Miss Anderson"


Miss Boyd picked up a tube of K-Y jelly from the table.


"Isn't that cheating, Miss Boyd?" a girl in the front row asked.


"No!" Holly said a little too sharply, then blushed harder.


"Ok kids, this butt plug has a suction cup on it. It can be used
to secure it to a wooden chair or a metal chair. At the base of
the butt plug is a release button so that the woman can stand up
after the plug is firmly in place" Miss Boyd held the butt plug
up so the kids could see.


"Please pull down your panties to your knees Miss Anderson," said
Miss Boyd as she covered the end of one of the butt plug with the
K-Y jelly. "You can pull your skirt up to your waist. The plug
has to go all the way in..."


Holly realized that she would have to show her wet pussy and
soaked panties to the class. She blushed several shades of red.
The humiliation excited her.


The classroom held its breath as their teacher pulled down her
panties to her knees, it wasn't easy with the handcuffs on. One
of the boys started humming a strip tune. Holly blushed several
shades of red as she tried to hide her wet crotch from the prying
eyes of the kids.


"Looking good mom!" yelled Penny.


Holly felt completely violated as she displayed herself in front
of her students. Her soaked panties around her knees, holding her
skirt up like a little girl.


"What is that smell?" asked Penny.


"Class the odor you smell is a response to female arousal, it is
perfectly natural" Holly replied self-righteously.


Miss Boyd walked over to a wooden chair in the corner and brought
it back to the center of the room. She quickly licked the suction
cup and slapped it down on the seat of the chair. "...Holly
please position yourself above the tip, then slowly lower
yourself until your ass cheeks touched it..."


"Ok, now hold yourself steady as you lower yourself" Miss Boyd
said and Holly clutched the base of the butt plug it tightly with
her cuffed right hand.


Holly pulled her buttocks apart with her cuffed left hand. It was
difficult with the handcuffs but she managed. Then Holly slowly
lowered herself onto it. She didn't like this one bit, displaying
herself front of her kids. She looked up at the classroom and
they were all smiling. But she had tears in her eyes.


"Ohhhh... OHHHH..." she groaned.


Holly almost stood up, her face purple from the pain, and wet
from tears. The chair with the butt plug attached lifted up with
her. The classroom erupted in laughter as the chair rose with
Holly as she tried to stand.


"Quiet class" said Holly but realized she would look silly with a
chair stuck to her rear end so she started reaching back to pull
it out.


"Don't do it! Mom" ordered Penny who had walked to the front of
the classroom, "Stay with it mom" urged her daughter as she
walked up to her mom.


Holly looked at Miss Boyd then her daughter and forced a slight
smile. She sat down again which slowly pushed the butt plug
further into her anus.


"Come on mom" smiled Penny who started rubbing her mother's neck
to relieve her tension.


"Come on Miss we know you can do it" urged the class as they sat
on the edge of their seats.


Holly took a shaky breath, and lowered herself onto the chair to
push the plug the rest of the way in, "It is all the way in kids"
grunted Holly, "It hurts!" she gasped out to the class as she sat
down fully on the chair.


The class laughed at their teacher's predicament, "Very good Miss
Anderson" smiled Miss Boyd.


Holly was breathing fast, "Damn this thing fills me up. Now you
all have to keep your end of the bargain" she stuttered as she
tried to find a comfortable way to sit on the plug.


"Yes we will" the classroom out loud.


Penny walked over the desk and picked up one of the straps Miss
Boyd had demonstrated earlier.


"Is this one of the devices used to lock the butt plug in place?"
she asked.


Miss Boyd smiled and nodded.


Penny walked back to her mom and reached down under her mom's ass
cheeks and hit the release button.


"Ok mom you can stand up now..."


"Thanks honey..." and as Holly stood up Penny quickly wrapped it
around her mother's waist, connected it to the butt plug, and
locked it into place.


"Penny what are doing?" gasped her mother.


"Ah, and here's the key," she said, smiling at her mother.


The kids in the class chuckled. All the girls were smiling. Miss
Boyd stepped aside to watch the hapless teacher and her daughter.


"Please take it off, Penny!" Holly requested, gulping.


Her daughter looked at her and smiled, "If I do, mom" she
bargained, smirking, "then for the rest of the semester you will
have to teach this class wearing outfits like what you have on"


Holly thought about that and winced at the pain, "Once per week,
Penny, and this isn't fair you are taking advantage of me" She
offered anxiously. The kids in the class were smiling watching
the exchange between mother and daughter.


"That sounds reasonable," she said.  "If you ever forget, you'll
have to put the butt plug in and leave it in during the class"


Holly nodded pitifully, "Take it out now! Please Penny" she
pleaded with her daughter.


One of the girls sitting in the front row walked up to her
teacher who was almost doubled over in pain with the butt plug
deeply inserted, "I think you should also stand by the door and
let all us have a quick feel as we leave, what do you think
Penny?" the girl smiled.


"That sounds like an excellent idea" laughed Penny, "What do you
think mom?"


"Okay, okay!" Holly agreed desperately.


"But the girl added, "You have to put your panties down to your
ankles, Miss Anderson"


Holly looked from her daughter to the girl, thought about it for
a moment, "Ok, you win, take this butt plug out Penny" cried
Holly.


Penny chuckled and took her time unfastening the strap, then
yanked the butt plug out of her asshole. Holly yelled in pain as
she did so, and then rubbed her behind with her cuffed hands.


Miss Boyd quietly gathered up her things from the table and left
the classroom.


Holly didn't do any more teaching for last ten minutes of the
class. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, her hands still
cuffed behind her back. The kids were giggling and gossiping
amongst themselves. She felt humiliated and degraded enough in
front of those youngsters not to restore order in the classroom.
Her pussy was wet, soaking into the chair. She was excited and
humiliated at the same time.


For the last few minutes of class, the boys and girls eagerly
lined up by the door. Holly stood by the door getting felt up as
they filed out of the class.   Each one either pinching her sore
nipples that were protruding from her halter top or reaching up
under her skirt to feel her pussy. Tears coming from her eyes as
the kids felt her up.


"My, my Miss, your pussy certainly is wet" giggled a girl as she
ran her fingers up and down Holly's pussy lips.


"Nice tits, Miss" smiled a boy as he pinched her left nipple.


Holly smiled weakly as each student took their liberty with her.
The kids pinched, fondled and ran their fingers up and her pussy.
Each one making comments on how wet her pussy was, how hard her
nipples were and how sexy she looked.


"Thank you Miss for a good class, I learned a lot today" said one
girl as she quickly stuck her finger into her gooey pussy.


Holly nodded at the next girl in line, Allie, "Thank you Miss
Anderson for an excellent class" and the eleven year ran the back
of her hand up and down her teacher's pussy.

.
Her daughter was the last one in line, "Thanks mom, you're the
best" she smiled as she tweaked her mother's left nipple then the
right nipple. She unlocked the handcuffs from her mother's
wrists, "You know Mother, you should really consider shaving your
crotch..."


"Don't Penny, I am not in mood" Holly said rubbing her wrists.


"I'm just say'in mom, if your going to flash us you need to
shave"


Holly looked at her daughter and grimaced, "Don't think this is
going to happen after every class" Then with a stern look, "or at
home either"


"Sure mom, by the way, you still have the dog collar on..." she
laughed as she joined the crowd of kids in the hallway.


Holly tried to put her breasts back into her bra but her nipples
were to sore and puffy so she pulled down the halter top cover
herself. With the cotton top cover her nipples she gently massage
them with the palm of her hand.


Holly went to the teacher's lounge after her classroom was empty.
The kids in the hallway where whistling and cat calling as she
walked to the lounge. Some of the girls were bold enough to pat
her behind. Holly tried to swat their hands away.


"Are you all right?" Rene Haskell, the history teacher, asked her
as she walked into the lounge, "I happened by your room and was
watching as you sat on that butt plug..."


"Me?"  Holly smiled at her.  "Sure.  I was just... glad I didn't
have to teach the whole class with the butt plug in" she admitted
a little sheepishly.


"I'm sure that hurt quite a lot!" said Renee, "I hope Mrs Wright
doesn't pick me next time."


"What bothers you more, Holly, the humiliation or the
embarrassment with your daughter in the room?" Mrs Nellie Rosen,
the English teacher, asked from the other side of the lounge.


"Embarrassment is just a basic fact of life at this point, but
the humiliation in front of a classroom of kids with my daughter
bothers me." What Holly didn't add was that she was hot and wet
between her legs because knowing her daughter was complicit in
her humiliation and that made her clit tingle. She should have
been ashamed at displaying herself in front of her class not to
mention being felt up by a class of pre-teens, but for some
perverse reason she did enjoy it.


Holly got out her lunch and quickly ate. Her next class was
homeroom and she was sure nothing good was going to come out of
it especially after word of her math class made it rounds.


***

As Holly got into her car she thought about her conversation with
Mrs Wright. Miss Boyd had given her a glowing recommendation
about the class. Mrs Wright told Holly that the idea of doing
more demonstrations was being considered. Holly for her part was
distraught about being put on display again but Mrs Wright would
hear nothing of it.


Her other classes all tried to bargain with her but she turned
them down. The kids got rowdy in two classes as they tried to
force her to make a bargain, all the kids wanted to feel her up.
She was devastated that the news of her violation in her math
class made the rounds so fast. Now it would harder than ever to
teach these pre-teens. But her pussy tingle with each thought of
humiliation.


Penny slid into the passenger seat looking at her mom and
smiling.


"What you did this morning wasn't nice"


"I just volunteered mom plus it was a demonstration and you
agreed to it" Penny smiled, "Would you have rather some other kid
do that to you or me?"


Holly didn't have an answer to that. Her clit jumped and her
adrenaline pumped at the thought of her daughter treating her
like a dog.


"I thought so mom, by the way, that dog collar looks good on you"
she smiled.


"I will have to contact Miss Boyd and have her take it off" Holly
frowned


Penny smiled, "Well, not really mom, I mean, she left me the
leash"


"All the more reason for me to contact her"


"I don't think you should mother. She left it in my backpack for
a reason"


"What reason?" Holly replied suddenly afraid.


"I don't know but I am sure I will figure it out"


"Give me the leash Penny" Holly replied as she held her hand out.


"No mother, she gave it to me" Penny said with a smug look.


"Give it to me young lady"


"I said no mother..." Penny smiled as she rubbed her thumb up and
down the three buttons, "...let's go home now"


Holly desperately tried to think like a "normal" mother and
regain control. But her nipples were swollen and tingling, her
anus felt wide, soft and all melty, her thighs were weak and the
wonderful wetness between them drained away her adult control.


"Please, Penny" whined Holly, "You have to give me the leash"


Penny pressed the first level button and her mom gave out a yelp,
"I don't think so mom"


Holly had tears in her eyes. The shame of allowing herself to sit
in her car with the collar around her neck, the little electric
shocks seeming to connect straight to her tingling clitoris, the
triumphant smirk on her daughter's face somehow drained her free
will away. She was a 33 year old mother with a Masters degree
sitting in a car and allowing an 11 year old to publicly
humiliate her. Students were walking by and laughing, giggling
and pointing at her plight. And now Penny's friend, Carol, was
knocking on the window of the car.


"Oh my God !" said Carol. "I can't believe it. Your Mom is
actually just sitting there letting you give her shocks and sort
of half crying and doing NOTHING to stop you ! That is just soooo
wonderful"


Holly dropped her head in shame.


"I think she loves it really", said Penny looking at her mom, "I
think she's sort of ashamed that she can't help herself. Trouble
is I'm not sure what to do next, Carol. I mean I think we can do
do almost ANYTHING with her now. But I actually don't really know
all that much about dirty sex. Do you?"


Well, not really", said Carol. "I mean I'm only ten. It's just so
amazing that we've got your Mom and now we don't know how to do
it!"


"Hop in the car and we'll play with her for a bit while we work
it out", said Penny.


"Girls, please, stop," sniffed Holly.


"Quiet Mom, remember I still have the leash" Penny replied
shaking the leash at her. Carol opened the rear door and slid
into the car.


"Now Miss Boyd told us that all the sex devices she demonstrated
were just instruments of control," Penny stated a
matter-of-factly, "...The most important thing for each preteen
is to work out what will humiliate your own Mom most and use that
to "break" her will. Once you find it and and use it, the mother
will be just a sort of toy you can have fun with. So that's what
we we've got to find out with my Mom"


"Penny this isn't fair, I am your mother." Holly tried to regain
control of the situation.


"Shut up Miss Anderson. Look Penny," said Carol, "I think we
should give her a shock. That does seem to arouse her. I mean
maybe she really likes pain? Anyway, play with her while you give
her shock, say at the level 2 like you said at lunch time..."


"Ok" agreed Penny.


Kids started to gather around the car staring in, Holly heard
some ask if it was her, the math teacher Miss Anderson.


 As Carol looked out the kids staring in she said, "...And I
think she likes the other kids watching too. It makes hr ashamed
that she can't help herself. I'm probably too young to understand
properly. But it does seem to be something like that, doesn't it
Miss Anderson?"


"Yes, Carol, it does seem to be something like that" whimpered
Holly in her shame.


Eleven year old Penny applied the shock. Her mother's body arched
and she whimpered and sighed. Her eyes closed.


Penny slid her little preteen hand slowly, teasingly, tentatively
up the inside of her Mom's long, slender thigh. Higher and
higher.  Holly instinctively tried to squeeze close her legs but
Penny now easily pushed them apart with her hand.


Now she pushed her mother's skirt higher, higher so Holly's white
panties were exposed to the kids looking in the windows. Holly
heard gasps and giggles from the boys and girls standing around
the car.


Penny's fingers now slowly caressed her Mom's swollen labia.
Penny watched her own fingers invading her mom so successfully
she was amazed at the sight.


Holly's thighs were trembling and lifting, her breath gasping at
the caressing her daughter's hand was causing. Outside the
preteen girls watching the show also had their hands under their
own skirts and the boys had pulled their penises out as they
silently watched the math teacher so openly masturbated by her
daughter.


Ten year old Carol leaned over the front seat, "Lift up her skirt
right up so I can see properly from the back here," Carol's eyes
grew wide, "Oh, it's amazing to watch your fingers pushing right
into your Mom right through her white panties like that. God I
love seeing it. I mean, it's incredible! It makes me so hot in my
own panties. Penny, why don't you lift up your own skirt and play
with yourself while you touch your Mom. Then we can all sort of
do it together."


"MMMmmm, oooohhh, gggrrr" moaned Holly as her daughter's fingers
worked her cunt.


"Actually," smiled Penny, "I think it might be best if I take my
own panties off now. I really do feel like doing that. I want to
touch myself while I touch her and for you to watch, Oh,
yessssss" the youngster said eagerly.


Penny lifted her rear and quickly pulled her wet panties down her
thighs and legs, leaning over to pick her panties off her shoes.
Then she passed her white panties to her mother.


"Sniff them Mom, lick them. Touch yourself through your own
panties while you worship my own."


"No, Penny I can't. I just won't its wrong. I'm your MOTHER for
God's sake!" cried Holly.


The electric shock jerks Holly's body. Penny's hand reaches
between her Mom's thighs.


"She is just soooo wet down there, Carol. Honest, what a role
model for a Mother! Sitting in the car sniffing her own 11 year
olds panties and loving it. Are you ashamed, Mom?" smiled her
daughter.


"Yes," Holly murmurs. "Oh yes. So very ashamed"


"...Does the shame arouse you, Miss Anderson?" Carol giggles
childishly, "...with all these kids watching you?"


"Oh yes"


"Then lick the crotch of your Penny's panties while we all watch.
Do it NOW!" 10 year old Carol leaned forward and slapped Holly's
face with her right hand.


Holly licks and sucks the crotch of her daughter's panties slowly
and dreamily while Penny masturbated her.


"Tell you what!" says Penny to Carol. "I've just thought of
something so neat, so incredibly wicked! I'm going to get her to
sniff and lick the inside of the BACK of my panties! Now that
will be a test!" laughed Penny, "... Maybe something like what
Miss Boyd meant when she said we had to find what humiliating
thing was hardest for each mom."


"No", moans Holly. "I can't, Penny. Not that. Please don't make
me. Please. I'll be sick".


"Do it! Do it!" chants Carol and the kids outside the car
watching take up the cry.


Penny leans over in the front seat "Come on, Mom" whispers Penny
in her mother's ear. "Do it for me. Let yourself go. Deep down
you know you want to. Admit it. Pretty please, Mom?"


"Oh," moans Holly, "Oh yes, damn it. I do want to. I've always
wanted to Penny........"


She buries her nose and face and lips into the back of the
panties. There's a pause while she breathes deeply and gasps and
her lips push into the white panties. Penny's fingers move within
herself and within her mother. She, and Carol and her mother all
orgasm long and compulsively and at once. The pre-teen girls
standing around orgasm as they watch the teacher and two girls
cum, the boys shoot their white goo all over the windows of the
car.


"Oh God," says Holly. "What the hell have I done?  Why have I let
all this happen? What will become of me next?"


Yes Mom", replies Penny in a calm voice of an 11 year olds new
authority." Now we have broken you. Now you know we can do
anything our dirty little preteen minds dream up. And we will.
You are going to drive home with your 11 year olds fingers
between your submissive thighs."


"And when we get there, Miss Anderson" giggled Carol, "you will
do anything and be anything we want."


"Oh God" moaned Holly,
.


"Do you agree, Miss Anderson?" smiled the ten year old.


Yes, girls" replies Miss Holly Anderson.