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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The morning sun was streaming in the bedroom window when Ebony woke up. Always the early riser of the two she was surprised to see Taneesha stirring already. The younger girl propped herself up on her side.
"I saw you at lunch with that boy Stuart," Taneesha started. "Is he your boyfriend now?"
"Boyfriend?" replied Ebony.
"You know...," prodded her little sister. "In the lunch room. That cute white boy... Stuart."
"Stuart!" exclaimed the older girl. "No way! You should know I don't date nerds like that. I don't know why I even let him talk to me. Maybe I felt sorry for him. Besides, he's a pervert."
"What'd he do that was so bad?" Taneesha wanted to know.
"I'll tell you," Ebony said quietly, "but you've gotta swear you won't tell anybody."
"'kay," Taneesha replied. "I won't tell."
"Swear it!" insisted the older girl.
"I swear, Ebony!" promised her younger sister.
"I needed some help in a class," Ebony started. "He was the only one who could help me. But, that white boy is nasty. He wanted me to do nasty stuff or he wouldn't help me."
"What kind of stuff?" asked Taneesha.
"At first he just wanted to make out," replied Ebony. "So I had to let him kiss me. But he groped me and tried to put his tongue in my mouth."
"Groped you?" her little sister asked. "You mean your titties?"
"Yes," said Ebony. "The pig. And he grabbed at my crotch, too."
"But you stopped him?" Taneesha queried.
"Of course!" the older girl insisted. "I'm not going to let some chubby nerd boy do what he wants with me!" She paused. "But, I needed more help and he wouldn't give it to me unless I did more."
"Like what?" Taneesha prodded her.
Ebony exhaled. She wasn't sure which was more embarrassing. Admitting she let Stuart feel her up or that she needed help from him with her school work.
"I had to take off my bra and let him feel me up," answered Ebony. "He was rough and it hurt. Then I had to hold up my skirt so he could feel between my legs."
"You let him touch your cat?!" exclaimed Taneesha, her eyes wide.
"Only on top of my panties," her big sister assured her. "But it was humiliating anyways. He's creepy and I hate him. I wish I had more time to study, but mama made me take that job and I don't have enough time."
"Are you gonna see him again?" asked Taneesha.
"I have to," complained Ebony. "And I know he'll want more. I bet he'll want to see what I got. The bastard. I don't know what I'll do."
"Would you...," Taneesha started, "you know... do it with him?"
"Hell no!" exclaimed the older girl.
Ebony glanced at the alarm clock and realized she was behind schedule.
"Well, I better start getting ready for school," she announced and headed for the bathroom.
The black teenager showered quickly and returned to the bedroom. As she walked in the door, she could see her sister squirming under the covers. Taneesha abruptly stopped moving but continued breathing heavily.
Unbelievable, thought Ebony. Her little sister was masturbating again. Probably thinking of Stuart the nerd, she figured with disgust.
* * *
Mister Knowland made his way around the classroom distributing the test results. He smiled at Ebony as he handed her paper back. '20/20 Good Work!' it read across the top. The black teenager blushed at the praise and felt a pang or two of guilt knowing how she cheated to get a perfect score. That was quickly replaced by the shame of remembering how she got the means to cheat.
Ebony turned around and saw Stuart smiling back at her and she felt instantly queasy. She knew she'd have to get the answers for the next test from him and shuddered at the thought of what she'd have to do in order to earn them. After class he came up to her in the hallway.
"Hi, Ebony," he greeted her with a smile. "How'd you do on the test?"
"Fine," she replied curtly. "You have the next ones?"
"Yep," said Stuart. "Got 'em right here. See you in the science lab after school."
"I'll be there," Ebony sighed heavily.
"Don't wear a bra," he grinned.
* * *
It was almost fifteen minutes after the last bus had pulled away from the high school building that Ebony made her way into the girls' room closest to the science lab. Seeing the room was empty, she just pulled her tee shirt out of her jeans and hiked it up so she could get her bra off. She stuffed it in her book bag and looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were clearly protruding through the pink colored cotton fabric.
Ebony walked down the corridor towards the lab, her breasts swaying. The friction of the cloth against her nipples had them hard and standing out. She turned a corner and almost tripped over the old black janitor who was mopping the floor.
"So it's you agin, sweet thang!" he exclaimed happily. "You got dem titties ready to come out an' play? How 'bout a quick peek fo' a ol' man? I ain't gonna tell nobody you showed 'em off!"
"Leave me alone, you dirty old man!" Ebony said indignantly as she hurried by him.
"You cold, girlie," said the janitor sadly. "Damn cold."
The black teen had to submit to the pudgy white boy if she wanted the test answers, but she'd be damned if she had to take it from some perverted custodian. At last she reached the science lab and let herself in, at first happy to be away from the glare of the old black man. But then she saw Stuart was already there, and the knot in her stomach was back.
"What took you so long?," asked the white boy.
"Nothing," she said peevishly, putting her book bag on a table. "Now, what do I have to do to get the test answers this time?"
"Damn, Ebony!" complained Stuart. "You just won't let me enjoy this! Oh, well. Pick up your shirt. I wanna see your boobs. Gropin' 'em ain't enough no more."
More angry than embarrassed, Ebony lifted the tee shirt up to reveal her bare brown breasts. She looked at Stuart and saw that his eyes were riveted to her teenaged mammaries.
"Nice...," was all he could say. "Now drop those pants. I wanna see some bush."
"I will not," Ebony stated plainly. "That's just too far. Haven't you humiliated me enough yet? Boys like you don't get to see stuff like mine every day. You oughta be happy gettin' this much!"
"That's it," Stuart said, starting for the door. "This ain't no fun. You're pretty an' all, but it ain't no fun. At least some nudie magazine don't talk back at me. See ya later, Ebony."
The white boy walked past the negro girl holding her tee shirt up, her breasts on display. Stuart started to turn the knob. Ebony knew he wasn't joking and that the test answers she needed were about to be lost to her. Quickly, she unfastened her jeans and along with her panties, pulled them down to her knees.
"Stuart," she said just loud enough to get his attention. "You win. See?"
The pudgy boy turned around to see the slender colored teenager standing facing him. Her jeans around her knees and her tee shirt held above her breasts. Her nappy pubic hair was exposed to his gaze.
"Happy now?" she asked crossly.
"Jeez, Ebony," he sighed. "You don't gotta act so pissed about it. You could at least let me enjoy it some."
"Well, I'm not enjoying it," the black girl replied. "It's embarrassing to be like this."
"Okay, then," Stuart told her, "pull the shirt up more. Like you was takin' it off. Then just leave it up coverin' your face. So I can be alone with the parts I like."
What a creepy pervert, she thought. But, she'd gone this far. Ebony lifted the tee shirt up over her head, obscuring her view of him. She just stood there feeling like a piece of meat on display.
It wasn't long before Ebony felt Stuart's sweaty hands on her breasts. Squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipples. Then his hand was working its way between her legs. Clumsily he pulled her pubic hairs and pinched her labia as he tried to work a finger into her vagina. She sighed heavily and parted her thighs just to keep him from hurting her.
Ebony could hear his breathing become more labored as his hand continued to roam over her intimate parts. It finally dawned on her that Stuart was masturbating while he groped her. The thought sickened her. Then she felt a splatter of warm thick liquid hit her thigh.
"Uh... Uh... Uhhh...," the white boy grunted and sighed.
"Did you just jack off on me?" Ebony said accusingly.
"Maybe I did," Stuart said defensively.
Again, his hand was at her breast. Ebony could feel the warm wetness rub off his fingers onto her skin.
"Here's your precious answers," he said after half a minute more of groping her, his hands, and now her breast, covered with semen.
Ebony heard him zip up. There was a brief cool draft as he opened the door and left the lab. Taking her shirt down from her face, she could see she was indeed alone. The warm liquid on her breast and thigh was starting to cool and run. She looked around for something to wipe the disgusting substance off her body with.
She'd just found a paper towel dispenser and pulled one out when the lab door flew open. Ebony turned suddenly expecting to see Stuart back for another feel, but was shocked to see Principal Chalmers standing there. Over his shoulder she could see the grinning figure of the old black janitor.
"What the hell is going on here, Johnson!" exclaimed the principal. "I'm running a high school here, not a damn whore house!"
"I... uh...," Ebony stammered, blushing profusely.
The black girl pulled her top down to cover her breasts, Stuart's semen quickly soaked into the material, showing several wet spots. She pulled up her jeans.
"Come with me, girl," he ordered her.
Ebony fastened her pants and walked with Principal Chalmers. The black janitor leered at her as they passed by. Ebony knew the old man had turned her in out of spite. Wordlessly they went to the principal's office.
Once there, the white man sat behind his desk.
"Alright," he said plainly. "Explain yourself."
"I... I... uh...," Ebony tried to think up something. I spilled something on myself... I had to clean it off..."
"Bullshit," the principal dismissed the notion. "You colored girls are all jus' sex crazed. Maybe that's what goes on in your big city school, but not here. Here, we believe in appropriate behavior and discipline. You ain't getting away with it."
"But..." she spoke haltingly.
"But, nothin'," he cut her off. "You got two choices. I call your mama an' tell her what you been up to. Or you gotta accept punishment. Old time punishment."
The thought of Bernadine finding out was more than she could bare. She knew what high hopes her mother had for her and how proud she was of her. She couldn't allow that to change.
"Please, no!" exclaimed Ebony. "Don't tell my mama!"
"All right," said the principal. "I don't have to tell her. But you're gonna be punished an' right now. In this school we use the cane. You know what that is?"
"No..." said the colored girl in a small voice.
Principal Chalmers gestured to the wall where a long thin cane was hanging. He stood and took it in one hand, swishing it in the air.
"I picked this up overseas," he mused. "It's the perfect thing for keepin' wayward coloreds on the straight an' narrow."
Ebony's eyes opened wide. She didn't like where this was going.
"You'll take six strokes across your bare backside, Johnson," he announced. "That's the price of whorin' around in my school."
"You can't!" cried Ebony. "You just can't!"
"Oh, rest assured I can," he insisted. "It's that or I call your mama and let her deal with it. Plus two weeks suspension. The caning'll hurt like hell, but afterwards everything's forgotten. It's up to you."
Two weeks suspension! Ebony had never been in trouble in school in her life. Bernadine would be devastated that her daughter had gotten herself into this situation. There really was no choice.
"I'll take the caning," she said, choking back tears. "My mama can't know what happened."
"Very well," he said. "Hurry up an' get them jeans off. You're just in time for today's discipline session. And when I says bare backside, I mean it. Get them panties off, too."
Ebony couldn't believe this was happening. The principal actually expected her to expose herself! But, what was the alternative? It was either her dignity or her mother's respect. She figured she'd get over the loss of her dignity. Her mother's respect could be damaged forever.
The black teenager slipped off her sandals and undid her jeans. Ebony pulled them down along with her panties and stepped out of them under the watchful eye of the silver haired man. Principal Chalmers lightly tapped the cane in the palm of his hand while waiting for the negro finish undressing as he'd ordered her.
Together, they walked back through the office to a small corridor Ebony hadn't noticed before. She was humiliated at being forced to walk through the public area with her pussy and ass exposed even though there was no one there to see her shame.
At the end of the hall was an unmarked door. Principal Chalmers opened it. Inside were three girls. They stood against the wall, all three fidgeted in place, looking at the floor. The two black girls, one tall and light skinned, the other shorter and darker, were naked from the waist down. The lone white girl was dressed in her school clothes.
"Looks like we got another for discipline," he announced to them, the cane still in his hand.
None of the girls looked up.
"Well, April," he said to the white girl. "I hope you've learned your lesson. The next time you're caught with cigarettes, you're suspended. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," the white girl replied.
"Good," he said. "Now, go on home. But, remember. I'll be keepin' an eye on you."
April lifted her head and looked around quickly before leaving the room.
"Bend over, Baker," said the principal to the taller of the two other black girls. "Grab your ankles and brace yourself. You know the drill."
The tall negro bent at the waist and wrapped her hands around her ankles. Ebony could see the hairy slit of the girl's sex and felt her shame. Principal Chalmers stepped forward and raised his arm and the the cane whistled through the air.
Whap!
"Ow!" yelped Baker.
Whap!
The tall black girl grunted and took the second blow. Ebony could see the welts rising on the smooth flesh of her ass.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Owww..." moaned the hapless negro.
Whap!
"Ow!" she cried out.
"So, will I get anymore reports of you sassin' a teacher again, Baker?" asked the principal.
"No, sir," the black girl said her voice cracking.
"All right, then," Principal Chalmers told her. "Go face the wall. You know the way."
Tears streaming down her face, Baker stood and looked around before stepping to the wall. Angry red stripes were clearly visible on her black ass.
"Your turn, Cooper," said the white man to the dark skinned girl. "Assume the position."
"Please, Mister Chalmers, sir," cried Cooper. "I's so sorry! Please don't be beatin' me like dat. I couldn't help bein' late. It ain't my fault!"
"Come on, Cooper!" the principal responded. "This was the third time! I've let you slide long enough. You will learn to be on time. Now bend over and take your punishment. You're only making it harder."
The short negro girl bent over and grabbed her ankles, her fat ass exposed and vulnerable.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The blows rained down on the poor colored girl's posterior.
"Ahhh!" she sobbed. "Owww!"
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"What have you learned, Cooper?" asked Principal Chalmers.
"Bein' on time, sir," sniveled the teenager. "I ain't gon' be late no mo', sir. I swears it."
"Good," he replied. "See that you're not. Now go stand over there with Baker."
Cooper stood and rubbed her ass.
"Get those hands down!" commanded the principal. "Get over there like I said or I'll warm that ass up some more!"
The short dark girl put her hands at her sides and went to the wall. She stood next to the tall light skinned negro without looking at her.
"You're up, Johnson," said Principal Chalmers. "You saw how it's done. Assume the position."
Ebony swallowed hard and bent forward. She grabbed her ankles and felt the cool room air on her pussy. The scene still seemed unreal to her. How could this be happening to her? She'd been an honor student after all! Circumstances had conspired to get her to this place. The horny nerd who made her expose herself to him. The perverted old janitor who set the principal on her when she wouldn't humiliate herself for him, too. It simply wasn't fair! A lump grew in her throat.
Whap!
"Owww!" cried Ebony.
She could feel the blow like a line of fire across her naked ass.
Whap!
"Owww!" she yelped.
Whap! Whap!
Ebony tried not to cry out, but the pain was severe. Her tears flowed freely.
Whap!
"Owww!" she cried.
The last blow landed on top of the welt from an earlier one and it felt like her ass was being flayed.
Whap!
The black teenager braced herself for the next blow, her legs shaking.
"Baker, Cooper," barked Principal Chalmers. "Get out. I'm done with you two."
Ebony heard the sound of bare feet on the tiled floor and the door opening and closing. She remained bent over, her bare ass burning.
"Get your pants on and get outta here, Johnson," said the principal. "I'm through with you. Don't let me catch your whorin' around again or you'll get more of the same. Now git."
Ebony stood and walked to the door. Principal Chalmers sat in the lone chair in the room and made no motion to follow her. The bare assed negro padded through the empty corridor to the principal's office and put her pants on. Her face was hot with shame and her ass still burned from the caning. But, it was better than having her mother find out what she'd done.
The colored girl hurried back to the science lab to collect her book bag. It was there, but the answer sheet was nowhere to be found. Ebony realized she was late for her ride to work and had to abandon the search.
When she got outside, Mister Ellsworth was already there and Ora Lee was in the truck waiting with him. Ebony climbed in and sat down gingerly.
"You okay, girl?" asked Ora Lee.
"Yes," replied Ebony. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Mister Ellsworth started the truck while Ora Lee looked at Ebony's face for a long moment before turning her eyes frontwards. The colored girl gazed out the side window at the school building and wondered how long it had been this way here. Upon further reflection, she realized that it probably always had been and likely always would be.
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