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 Pathfinder 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'm 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 did 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. Miss Anderson, come over here, please."

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

"Face the class," Holly turned and 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."

"Miss Anderson, 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, Miss Boyd?" 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 Holly'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, Miss Anderson." 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 Anderson," 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, Miss Anderson."

"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 Anderson," a boy said. "It is all in the spirit of learning."

"That's right, Miss Anderson, 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.

"Miss Anderson, 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 in front of her students 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. This was going perfect she thought.

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 were 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, Miss Anderson."

Holly 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, okay class, remember this is just a demonstration."

Holly looked out at the class. Her pussy and her adrenalin pumping were 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," Miss Boyd 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 she wondered why she liked the humiliation she was going through with her students 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," Miss Boyd went on. "The ones I've shown you so far have been just restraints, but other items are possible. Miss Anderson 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. Miss Anderson these handcuffs will just help our demonstration a little. Class it will be okay, nothing harmful for your teacher," she explained to the class 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 okay, 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, Miss Anderson" The class tittered.

"Stay still, please, Miss Anderson" 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 your teacher showed you earlier."

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

"That should really count as a 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 okay, 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, Miss Anderson?" smiled Karen waving the butt plug at her.

"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 for the week. 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 Anderson, 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.

"Okay," 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.

"Okay 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. "Miss Anderson, please position your rear end above the tip, then slowly lower yourself until your anus touches it."

"Okay, 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 she 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 Anderson, 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.

"Okay, 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 pull your panties down to your ankles, Miss Anderson."

Holly looked from her daughter to the girl, thought about it for a moment, "Okay, 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 Anderson, your pussy certainly is wet," giggled a girl as she ran her fingers up and down Holly's pussy lips.

"Nice tits, Miss Anderson," 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 Anderson, for a good class, I learned a lot," said one girl as she quickly stuck her finger into Holly's 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 you're 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 in helping Miss Boyd wasn't nice." Holly said as she gripped the steering wheel.

"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," Holly replied as she felt around the dog collar.

"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. "I'm the parent here!"

"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."

"Okay" agreed Penny.

Kids started to gather around the car staring inside. 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 won't, it's wrong. I'm your MOTHER for God's sake!" cried Holly.

The electric shock jerks Holly's body. Penny's reached her hand down 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 eleven year-olds panties and loving it. Are you ashamed, Mom?" smiled her daughter.

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

"Does the shame arouse you, Miss Anderson?" Carol giggled childishly, "With all these kids watching you?"

"Oh yes."

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

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

"Tell you what!" Penny said looking at 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", moaned Holly. "I can't, Penny. Not that. Please don't make me. Please. I'll be sick".

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

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

Holly buried her nose, 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 moved within herself and within her mother. Penny, Carol and her mother all orgasmed long and compulsively and at once. The preteen girls standing around orgasm as they watch the teacher and two girls cum, the boys shot 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," replied Penny in a calm voice of an eleven 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 my eleven year-old 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," replied Miss Holly Anderson, sixth grade math teacher.