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Mrs. H's Humiliation

Collected by Djian
updated april 1 - 2008

F/f, humil, D/s, food, photos

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MRS. H's HUMILIATION (part three)
By cowgirl

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Allison and her friend have heard the odd
rumors about Mrs. H and her expermints
with photos and food, but Allison curisoty gets
her in deep shit. (F/ff,humil, food, potato salad, photos)

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I must confess to being a little, well....not jealous really.

I mean it's normal for a girl Allison's age to be aww struck by her
teachers. Having a mother like myself who's * just a housewife * couldn't
begine to compare, from what Allison tell me, to this wonderful Mrs. H's
having a degree in both teaching and psycology ! It's always Mrs. H this,
and Ms H that. As * Professor Allison * explained it....

" Mom, Mrs. van Haankden opperates on a whole different level that people
like you. She's special. When she asks you to do something, you just find
yourself doing it! " she shruged.

Charming. Way different than boring ol' mom, judging by the mounting pile of
dirty clothes on my daughter's bed room floor. But Allison * is * just a
teen, and typicly her infatuation never lasts long. I was a bit curious
though, about this mystery Mrs. H who'd captivted my teenaged daughter's
heart.

After a few weeks in the clouds, Allison came home one
day in tears! It seems her Teacher had found a new * pet *, and Allison was
shocked and devistated. To make matters worse, The girl, Carly, used to be
Allison's friend and used to follow her around happy to be Allison's second
bananna, but all that had changed, thanks to our wonderful Ms P.

I was of no help of course, as Allison was quick to point out.

" Mother, you don't * get * it ? It was bad anough when Mrs. H wanted carly
to...uh.....* supervise me * for a day. That was bad enough! Now the little
bitch has wormed her way into * my * spot! I liked Mrs. H first! It's not
fair!!! " Allison pouted.

" Oh for heaven's sake, you sound jelouse! Mrs. van Haankden is a Teacher,
not your boyfriendsilly! Why don't you just talk to Carly and - "

" Mother, it's out of control. Carly's even kissing up by dressing like Mrs.
H now, wearing stupid little buisness suits and skirts! Mrs. H never said I
could do that! " Allison whined desperately.

" Would you want to dress up in a pretty suit? I think that'd be nice,
instead of - "

" MOTHER, that's not the point...."Allison snaped at me.

As I said, no help at all.

So Allison hounded me until I finally relented and agreed to speak with Mrs.
Shallows, the vise Principle. I realised going over Allison's Teacher's head
could explode five different ways, but figured anything to shut Allison up!
Mrs. Shallows was a bit of a clich , I'm afraid. A rigid thin looking woman
with large wire glasses and hair in a bun, outdated tweed suit, and I
flashed on every stern teacher that had blistered my butt when I was in
school.

Great, I sighed.

Boy was I wrong - she was great! Turns out we had some mutual friends, and
the the Vice Princaple who had me shaking in my shoes moments before, took
me out to lunch and we really hit it off! We wound up laughing about both
being on diets, but gourged ourselves on crumb cake regardless, giggeling
like naughty girls!

I came to realize thatVice Princaple Nancy Shallows, (although I kept
calling her Ms Shallows), was like a more displined version of myself. I
wished Allison had chosen * her * as a role model. Ms Shallows was
sympathtic, but wouldn't budge about staying out of it. She confided she
frankly didn't like * or * respect Mrs. van Haankden, but if she tried to
second guess every silly squable in class rooms, she'd lose the respect of
her faculty. She was right, of course. I found myself admiring Vise
Princaple Shallows for a honesty and strength I would never posses. She
leaned closer to me and whispered.

" Margret, listen... Mrs P has been a problem since day one, and a total ..."B-
I - T- C- H. " Although you didn't hear that from me. " Mrs. Shallows
winked, gesturing to some crumbs on the corner of my mouth.

" ..uh....why don't you just...er...fire her then ? " I winced, quickly wiping the
crumbs off my blushing face.

" I'm afraid she knows my only weakness. " she smiled sadly.

" huh? Ooohhh...Tenior, right? " I asked.

Mrs. Shallows noded sadly, her face showed the first and only sign of
defeate. She looked off into space as she chewed her last but of cake. I
hated the stupid education system for limiting Ms Shallows authority over
that weak little witch Padisnki!

" Margret, don't worry. Someday she'll slip up with something I can take to
the board. You'll see..." she smiled back paternally.

That afternoon I kept muching on junk, running the Image over and over in my
mind of how I'd embarrassed myself with that stupid cake smeared all over my
mouth at lunch before Mrs. Shallows like that! What a fool she must think
me. Then I laughed, realizing how much I sounded like my Allison. I guess I
was a little aww struck, but, that's okay. I finished the bag of chips and
riped opened another. Why couldn't I be more like Ms. Shadows ? I knew
Allison would look at me differently too, I sighed defeatedly, munching
away.

Next evening Allison came clean that more was going on between Mrs. H, her
and Carly than just jealousy. She was evasive when I pressed her for
details, but mumbeled something about being made to do lurid things with
food, which made no sence. Getting truly frightened for the first time, I
point blank asked Allison if she was being abused.

She said no, that the girls eventually * like * doing it.

" what ? WHAT then ? " I blurted out, exasperated.

Allison then mumbeled she was * excited * by it too, but I found that hard
to swallow, though she was blushing like mad. I was now more confussed than
ever as to what really was going on, or what to do...

" Allison, what exactly * are * you telling me ? " I demanded.

" Mom, Mrs. H's..... gets aroused by rubing her face in food. I know it sounds
weird, but it's true. I saw her touching her private parts while sticking
her nose in potato salad. " Allison said looking totally serious.

At first I fought to keep a straight face, it sounded so stupid...then I found
myself strangely aroused.

A bizzare and erotic Image of Vice Princaple Shallows wiping potato salad
from Mrs. Hadesnkis' humiliated face sprung to mind, making my more than a
little wet, my face flushed deeply....

I stared off at Allison, Then became embarrassed and snaped out of it.

" Mom....Mrs. H ....well.....she took photos ! "

" WHAT ??? " I shouted, in disbelief. " I can't believe that sick bitch! I'm
gonna call the cops and nail her ass to the wall!!! " I fumed grinding my
teeth together.

" Mom, no. Please....just get the photos. " Allison said.

There was a calm in Allison's voice that spoke beyond her years. I knew she
was right. Beside's these girls were too close to legal age for child abuse,
and sounds like all the girls except my baby were sluts enough to actually *
enjoy * it! Those photos could at least empower Mrs. Shallows enough to her
fire Pandinski's preverted little butt!!! Besides I didn't want my baby girl
embarrassed by lurid photos of floating around school.

The next morning I took lunch off and showed up at school ready to finally
put this * Ms P * in her place, but she wasn't there. I wandered into her
class room, which was empty, looking for I don't know what.

I tried a few drawers, but there were locked. I blushed at what I was
reduced too by sneaking around, but continued searching. I had to find those
photos of Allison. I wondered if I would have the guts to look at them? I
had to admit to being more than a little curious. I pretended shock to
Allison, but the food thing intrieged me, although I haven't the foggiest
why.

I stumbeled upon a rumpeled bag in a corner and opened it. It was the potato
salad, just as Allison said. I smirked, remembering. I looked around, then
tentivly sniffed the stuff. It was growing some mold it was so old, and I
had to keep from gaging. Couldn't she afford a new helping?, I inwardly
laughed at my own little joke. Then I closed my eyes and sniffed again,
trying to work myself into it a little.

Suddenly I felt eyes upon me. I turned and saw a high school girl was
standing there, watching me.

My face went beet red, as my mind raced for an explination.

"...it's okay. I wont tell. " she said in a conspiritoral whisper.

" I know...it really smells, huh? But you get used to it. Sometimes she makes
me scoop up dirty that gets droped on the floor. Mostly junk food, or a chip
or something. Does she ever make you do that? " The girl whispered to me as
if we were sharing a wonderful recipe.

I shook my head dumbly.

I was trying to to get insulted that she would just assume I was some
prevert, but there was something about her secretive tone was arousing me
more than I wanted to admit. She was such a pretty girl to be sugesting such
nasty things.

" My names Jenny. " She said and bounced up to me, standing closer than I
wanted, enjoying the blushingof my face our proximity was causing.

" Hey...wanna see ? " she asked. I wasn't sure what she meant, but then Jenny
lewdly extended her tongue. There on her the tipe was a half cracked old
piece of candy.

" ooou can haaave id if ooou wwwant. " she asked, Jenny's moist and
succulant pink looking tongue just hovered there....a few inches from my
quivering lips and face.

I stood there frozen to the spot, starting to sweat.

It should have been repulsive, it really should have, but the very Idea of
sucking the little candy right off this pliant and obedient girls moist and
pink tongue like that....well....it was starting to get damp as hell!

She quickly pulled it back into her smirking mouth. I let out a disapointed
sigh as she steped back a few inches.

Something about this girl was causing feelings in me that were scaring me to
pieces! I wasn't aware of being atracted to other woman before, was I ? Or
was it the candy ? It was all very weird, and completely out of control. I
decided I'd better get the heck out of there. I took a step toward the door...

" Hey,....you wanna see the photos? " she asked.

I noded, telling myself I was doing this for Allison. Just for her. That's
what I kept repeating as I followed the girl over to a drawer she jimied
open, as I breathlessly worried a photo of my own daugher's shame would be
forced before my face. What I become aroused? Please no. Anything but that!
I was here to protect Allison, wasn't I ?

Jenny held a handfull of 8 x 10 photographs, and spread them out across Mrs.
H's desk. I felt foolish to be reduced to a peeping tom like this, but I was
damned curious by now! I'd had this pictures in my head ever since Allison
had put them there, and I was too far gone too pretend anymore.

Most were pictures of teenaged girls eating food out of other people's
hands. I felt my privates respond quite strongly, even though the girls were
totally clothed! I knew this is how Allison must have felt, and was upset
with myself for falling into the same trap!

But I couldn't help it....there * was * something so strange, ugly, regressive
yet ingrossingly erotic about watching photos of normal young school girls
all bending over and eating without their own hands.

I saw pictures of girls eating off of chairs, tables, even the floor as
Jenny described, all in varouse poses that seemed desgined to mollify or
subjegate them, like cows being milked.

The poses they assumed, usually bent at the waits, and usually licking or
having their face smeared in something....was driving my pussy crazy!!!

It turned my stomach to think my own daughter was subjected to this, yet I
was rivited to each and every one. I even spoted one that looked like Jenny,
and when she * saw * I saw it, Jenny started blushing like mad unable to
meet my gaze. Then she stared at me with a funny expression.

" Hey, I just realized... your Allison's mom, aren't you ? And Allison used to
hang out with Carly, right ? " she smirked. I noded. The girl's thumbed
through the photos and found one that she placed before me.

There was a photo of Mrs. H and little Carly. Both Mrs. van Haankden and
Carly were sporting matching purple outfits. Mrs. H's was standing next to
her desk in a full jacket and blouse with matching skirt, however, little
Carly sa ton her teacher's desk and wore a matching spiffy little purple
blaser and blouse, but her bottom half was lewdly naked and her legs spread
open, her little bush visiable.

Then I felt the jenny behind me as she peeked over my shoulder at the
picture I stared at, her fingers sliding around my waist and sindking down
my jeans as I tried to pretend she I didn't notice.

Both Teacher and student had a smug condesending look on their face, focused
at a bit of cake prefectly centered on the desk between carly's legs. My
heart was in my throat and my clit nearly exploded as jenny fingers found
their way into my pantes as I savored the picture, recognised the crying and
broken looking little face of the person in the photo licking up crumb cake
on the desk between carly's thighs.

Vice Princaple Nancy Shallows.

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