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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 events of the day had left Bernadine drained. Laying awake in the dark in her bed, she reflected back on it all.
She'd started off feeling optimistic about finally getting back into the classroom. However, it hadn't taken long before she was rudely reminded of where she was.
She thought that with Superintendent Richards' help she'd managed to get past the perverted principal, Mister Chalmers. However, Bernadine still ended up on her knees in his office, naked with the old man's dick in her mouth.
There was also no escaping her more recent past. The humiliation she'd suffered at the hands of her former employer, James Hutz, and his cruel teenaged daughter wouldn't stop. Lindsey had used Bernadine's earlier submission against her and blackmailed the black woman to acquiesce to further degradation.
The most recent blow had been the discovery that her younger daughter been having sex with a white boy from school. Not only had this happened with her mother and sister in the house, but Henrietta and Jolene had participated in it! It was unthinkable, but they were unapologetic and actually seemed proud of Taneesha.
Bernadine's own conflicted feelings left her confused. She was a proud black woman. She was intelligent and educated. She'd achieved academically and succeeded professionally. Only a turn of bad luck had left her in the situation she found herself in. But there were these nagging thoughts that wouldn't go away.
While she'd been repulsed and disgusted by the way she'd been treated by the white men she'd been forced to submit to, she couldn't deny her feelings about Marcy Collins. Her former employer's enigmatic girlfriend touched something deep inside the black woman that left her both aroused and ashamed.
And then there was Superintendent Richards. Something about Miss Anne compelled Bernadine to feel subservient to the older white lady. She felt as if she were in the presence of a superior. A superior who must be obeyed without question. Paying her respects to the silver haired woman by kneeling and kissing her feet seemed natural, not degrading. That left the negress feeling ashamed of herself, too.
In fact, as Bernadine thought about the act of submission at Miss Anne's feet, she felt a stirring in her pussy. Her mind flashed up images of Miss Marcy's pretty face, red lips, and sultry smile. Without thinking, her hand moved between her legs and began idly caressing herself.
Bernadine remembered what it had been like servicing Anne, her scent and taste. Her hand moved faster. She imagined what it would be like to do the same for Marcy. Her heart pounded. Her other hand made its way to her breast and pinched her nipple.
What was she doing? Bernadine felt a wave of shame flash through her. She was masturbating to the thoughts of humiliating herself before these white women. Serving them. But the shame only propelled her onward. She imagined herself on her knees with her face between Marcy's legs, pleasuring her, existing only to serve the pretty white lady.
"Yes, ma'am," she whispered to herself as she climaxed. "Yes, ma'am... Ohhh... Ohhh..."
The colored woman had barely begun to calm down after her orgasm when there was a knock on her bedroom door.
"Mama?" came Ebony's voice. "Are you awake?"
"What is it, Ebony?" asked Bernadine.
"I have to talk to you," replied Ebony.
Bernadine sat up and turned on the light next to her bed. Ebony opened the door and walked in. She was still dressed in her Burger Barn uniform. Red checkered shirt. White slacks with dirty stains on the knees.
"What's so important?" Bernadine wanted to know.
"I heard something at school...," Ebony began haltingly. "I... well... Do you know Craig Williamson?"
"Is that a classmate of yours?" Bernadine responded.
"He's an asshole is what he is," replied Ebony. "He was tellin' me how he... you... did it. He says he had sex with you. Is it true?"
"Now, Ebony!" exclaimed Bernadine. "Surely you don't believe that! You know how kids talk. Making things up to impress other kids. That's outrageous!"
Bernadine felt a knot in her stomach. She knew instantly afterwards that she'd made a mistake allowing herself to be blackmailed by Lindsey Hutz into letting her boyfriend have his way with her. Still, the white girl made a good point about why she wouldn't tell anyone about what happened since it would remove what leverage she had.
"I wouldn't believe it," continued Ebony, "except his friends were pissed at him for tellin' me, an' his friends are assholes, too. They talked like Lindsey Hutz had somethin' to do with it. You used to work for her father. She's a total bitch. Those white boys are too stupid to make all that up an' put on an' act about it. But, I couldn't believe my own mama would let them do anythin' like that! You're a teacher and they're just a bunch of losers!"
"I know who Lindsey Hutz is, yes," replied Bernadine carefully. "She's a spoiled girl whose father let her get away with too much. But, you can't take that kind of talk from kids like that seriously."
"He said you...," stammered Ebony, "didn't have any hair... down there. Now, that was a stupid lie. He thought it would prove somethin'. He's lyin', right, mama?"
The knot in Bernadine's stomach tightened further. There was no explaining the white boy's knowledge away. She felt cornered.
"What do you think?" said Bernadine. "Even if what he says was true, that doesn't prove anything. He's just guessing. Really, Ebony! Just listen to what you're saying!"
"Tell me it's a lie, mama," replied Ebony. "Tell me flat out it's a lie and I'll believe you."
Bernadine's face grew hot. She was tempted to lie and deny it. But, she knew she couldn't face her daughter afterwards if she did. And what if she didn't? How could she face Ebony if she knew what her mother had done?
"I'll tell you," sighed Bernadine. "But first, I want you to remember some things and try to understand."
"Your father left us in a difficult position," Bernadine started. "Now, he couldn't help himself. Gambling is a sickness. But, he left us with no money whatsoever. When I was laid off, we had no choice but to return here. There simply wasn't anywhere else to go."
Ebony stared silently as she drank in the words. Clearly the girl knew where this was going to end up. Bernadine tried to read her, but couldn't.
"I'm determined to keep you from having to endure what I've endured," explained Bernadine. "I'm willing to make sacrifices to see to it that you don't have to. That's why I'm working so hard to get you into Smithmore. A degree from a prestigious private college like that will give you a huge advantage. An advantage I never had, but one I'm glad to make happen for you."
"Now, I had to do some things I'm not proud of," Bernadine continued. "Things I'm ashamed to admit. I tried so hard to make it without having to compromise. If nothing else, I'd hold on to my dignity. But, it wasn't possible."
"That lawyer, he seemed like he'd treat me as a professional. However, that didn't last. I had to do things to keep that job. Degrading things. Shameful things. But, I did it for you. All for you. I took it so my little girl wouldn't have to.
"His daughter Lindsey learned the truth," said Bernadine. "She's a cruel girl with no conscience. I thought I was free of them, but I was wrong. If I hadn't done what she said, I'd have lost the respect of every student there. I'd have no claim to authority. Obviously, it was mistake since I lost it anyways."
"Oh, mama," said Ebony sadly. "How could you? And especially with him. I thought you'd never give in that way."
Bernadine looked up at her daughter and was surprised to see Henrietta standing in the doorway in her robe, her hair in curlers.
"Now you listen here, chil'," Henrietta admonished the girl. "You ain't got no cause to be makin' yo' mama feel worse den she already do. I knows what I seen. I seen you comin' home wit' dat white man in his fancy car. You be callin' him suh an' actin' like a down home nigga fo' him. Now you actin' like you better 'n yo' own mama when you ain't no different."
"What are you talking about, mama?" asked Bernadine. "What white man was that?"
Ebony blushed and looked at the floor.
"I ain't know much more 'n dat," replied Henrietta. "But, I knows a horny ass nigga when I sees one. Dat girl be right at home on her knees in front o' dat white man. I kin tell dat, all right."
"Is that right, Ebony?" asked Bernadine. "Who did your grandmama see you with? Another boy from school?"
"Ummm, his name is Jason," Ebony informed her. "He's not from the school. He's in college. He's not like his brother at all."
"His brother?" Bernadine wanted to know.
A look of panic flashed over the teenager's face.
"Uh...," Ebony replied haltingly, "he's Craig Williamson's brother."
"The despicable boy who took advantage of me?!" exclaimed Bernadine, outraged. "Where ever did you meet someone like that?"
"Craig took advantage of me, too, mama," said Ebony softly. "Him an' his friends. That bitch Lindsey, too. Jason kind of rescued me. He's not like them at all."
Bernadine could feel her world crashing around her. She'd tried to keep from getting caught up in the goings on in this town. She'd even managed to get away after high school without disgracing herself. Now, all these years later, she hadn't been so successful. But until today, she thought she'd kept her girls safe from it.
Still, she couldn't deny that mixed in with the cruel white men and women in this town, were some who were different. It was true that even they seemed to feel entitled to take liberties with negroes, but they didn't act maliciously.
The image of Marcy Collins appeared in Bernadine's mind. No, thought the negress, some of them managed to inspire the kind of humble service the others arrogantly demanded. Clearly she wasn't alone in having learned that. Ebony and Taneesha had found it out on their own, too.
Nevertheless, the situation was untenable. Bernadine knew she couldn't return to the high school. She also knew she didn't want Ebony there either. At least Taneesha seemed to have managed to fit in and get along.
"This can't continue, girl," said Bernadine. "We've got to get out of there. I don't know how, but we've got to get both of us out of there."
"It's jus' a shame you two can't git along here, Dina," Henrietta offered. "But I knows you ain't gonna be no teacher at da school like dis."
"No, mama," agreed Bernadine. "I can't. I don't know what I was thinking of when I thought I could."
Henrietta and Ebony went to their rooms, leaving Bernadine alone. She lay awake trying to think of some solution.
* * *
Bernadine didn't remember falling asleep. But now, the sunlight was streaming in her window. She lay awake in bed for a long time, not looking forward to getting up.
The house seemed empty when she came downstairs. Henrietta and Jolene were off to work at the Walker place. The school bus had come and gone an hour earlier. There was no way she was going to the high school today. Today or any day.
Bernadine made herself some coffee. She had no appetite for breakfast. She was just sitting down at the table with a cup when Ebony surprised her.
"Why aren't you in school?" asked Bernadine.
"Same reason you aren't, mama," replied the teenager. "I can't stand to go back."
"I understand, sweetheart," said her mother. "I tried. Now I have to go tell Miss Richards, the superintendent, that I won't be teaching here any more. You might as well come along."
* * *
Carol Brown was there at her desk as Bernadine and Ebony arrived in the superintendent's secretary's office. The black woman wasn't looking forward to telling Miss Richards she was quitting.
"Good morning, Dina!" Carol greeted her warmly. "Who's the young lady?"
"This is my daughter, Ebony," replied Bernadine.
"Well, aren't you the pretty one!" smiled Carol.
"Thank you," Ebony said quietly. "Pleased to meet you."
"I've got to see Miss Richards, Carol," Bernadine told her. "I'm afraid I'm done at the high school. I owe it to her to tell her in person since she was so kind as to get me the job."
"I'll let her know you're here, Dina," said Carol, rising from her chair.
Carol knocked on the door to the superintendent's private office and opened it.
"'scuse me, Miz Annie, ma'am," she said. "Dina Johnson be out here wantin' to see you."
Ebony got a quizzical look on her face and looked at her mother questioningly when she heard Carol's transformation. Bernadine just looked away, embarrassed. The secretary returned.
"She'll see you now, Dina," said Carol. "Ebony can wait out here with me."
Bernadine went into Superintendent Richards' office and closed the door behind her. The silver haired lady pushed her chair back and came around from behind her desk.
"Well, Dina, this is a surprise," smiled Anne. "I'd have thought you'd be at the high school."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," replied Bernadine. "It's not easy for me say this, especially after all you've done for me. But, I'm not going to be able to continue on at the school."
"Why not?" asked Anne, taking a seat on the one of the big chairs in front of her desk. "Come and sit down next to me, girl."
Anne gestured to a spot on the carpet at her feet. Bernadine's face flushed hot for a moment, but she sat on the floor in as dignified a manner as she could muster.
"I don't know what Miss Marcy told you about me," said Bernadine, looking up at the silver haired lady. "I had a job working for a lawyer. But, my main responsibilities turned out to be sexual service. His daughter is a student at the high school. She told some of the students as well as the principal. I just couldn't stay."
"I see," Anne responded. "If you felt that way about working for the lawyer, why did you keep on doing it?"
"I need the money," Bernadine explained. "Ebony, my daughter, has been accepted to Smithmore College. It's a private school."
"I'm familiar with it," said Anne. "It's my alma mater. I'm also on the board there. Doesn't she have a scholarship?"
"We never applied for one since I was working as a principal when we sent in the application," Bernadine told her.
"I may be able to help you out, Dina," Anne told her. "I think there's an opening for an administrator in the president's office. One of the benefits of being on the faculty or staff is that your children get to attend the college tuition free. I'll have to make some phone calls to see what I can do."
Bernadine brightened immediately at hearing this.
"Do you mean that, ma'am?" asked Bernadine. "You'd do that for me?"
"I told you before, I like helpin' my girls," smiled Anne, reaching out and stroking Bernadine's hair. "An' you're a good girl, Dina. Nice an' respectful. A good nigger."
The white lady turned the phone on her desk towards herself and picked up the handset. She resumed stroking the negress's hair when she'd finished dialing. Bernadine rested her head on Anne's lap.
"Hillary?" she said into the phone. "This is Anne."
Anne smiled while she listened.
"So, you're answering your own phone these days?" she continued. "Sounds like you're still looking for an assistant. I think I have the perfect girl for you..."
She paused, listening to Hillary's response.
"No, not Carol!" laughed Anne. "That girl's a treasure I'm never lettin' go of. This other girl's name is Bernadine Johnson. She reminds me of Carol a lot of ways. I know she'll do well for you."
Anne nodded as she heard what Hillary said.
"Uh huh...," Anne smiled, looking down at Bernadine. "Oh, and I almost forgot to mention she's got a daughter. Ebony Johnson. She's already accepted for next fall. It turns out she's graduatin' early and needs to start in the spring."
Anne's smile broadened as she listened.
"Excellent!" Anne spoke into the phone. "She'll be happy to hear it. You're a dear, Hil. You won't be sorry. I promise."
The white lady paused for the reply.
"Yes, yes," Anne said, wrapping up the call, "I'll be up there one of these days... Of course I'll be bringin' Carol. She's my girl! Okay. Bye, Hil."
Anne hung up the phone and looked down at Bernadine.
"It's all set, girl," Anne informed her. "There's still details to work out, but the job's yours. And poor Ebony won't have to go back to the high school, either. I'll have Carol look over her transfer records. I'm sure we can grant enough extra credits for something to graduate her now."
The colored woman swallowed hard. She couldn't believe her fortunes could be turning around at last. Bernadine felt moved to pay her respects to her benefactor. She got up on her hands and knees before Anne, bent down, and kissed the white lady's feet. The older woman was quite pleased by the display and smiled happily.
"Thank you , Miz Annie, ma'am!" exclaimed Bernadine, sitting up on her knees. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say nothin', Dina," smiled Anne. "It's enough for me just seein' how happy you are now after lookin' so sad before."
Bernadine was overwhelmed with a desire to please Anne in a way the silver haired lady would appreciate.
"May I pleasure you, ma'am?" asked Bernadine. "Please?"
"What's that, girl?" Anne responded, her voice suddenly sultry. "You want a taste?"
"Yes, ma'am," blushed Bernadine.
The white lady lifted herself up from the chair long enough for Bernadine to slip the Anne's silk panties down and over her boots. The negress pushed her head up under the superintendent's denim skirt.
The silver pubic hairs tickled Bernadine's nose as she breathed in Anne's scent. The colored woman began slowly lapping her tongue along the white lady's slit.
Anne's pussy was already wet and the taste of it was strong. Bernadine savored it happily. She felt the white woman's fingers running through her hair as she serviced her.
"Oh, Dina," sighed Anne. "I could just sit back an' enjoy that tongue of yours all day. But I got this damn ten o'clock meeting. You got me so worked up, it's gonna take a few minutes just to calm down!"
Bernadine kissed Anne's sex one more time before she came out from under the white lady's skirt. She looked up at her benefactor and was happy to see her smiling down at her.
"Thank you, Miz Annie," Bernadine said gratefully.
"You're welcome, girl," replied Anne. "It was my pleasure. One more thing before you go... I'm having a little get together tonight. A few friends. Some from out of town. Kind of an end of semester party. I want you and Ebony and your other daughter to be there to show my guests what good girls you are."
Bernadine swallowed hard again. Of course she had no illusions about how they'd demonstrate what good girls they were.
"Of course I'll be there, ma'am," said Bernadine. "So will Ebony and Taneesha. Thank you for inviting us, Miz Annie. We're honored."
"Good!" Anne responded cheerfully. "Now I've got to get ready for these fools from the county. Bye, Dina. I'll see you tonight."
Anne stood up in front of the kneeling negro woman and returned to her desk. Bernadine rose to her feet and straightened her clothing some before leaving the superintendent's office.
Ebony was waiting in the outer office looking at a magazine. Carol looked up and smiled when she noticed Bernadine's appearance. The black woman was suddenly aware of how she must look. Her hair was a little mussed, her clothing a little disheveled, and the aroma of Anne's scent lingered on her face.
"I hope the meeting went well for you," Carol said, winking subtly
"Er, yes," stammered Bernadine, blushing furiously. "Very well..."
Her daughter looked up at her with a puzzled look again.
"We're leaving, Ebony," Bernadine said shortly. "Let's go. Good bye, Carol."
"Bye, Miss Brown," Ebony chimed in.
They walked back to the car in silence. Bernadine unlocked the door and sat behind the wheel before leaning across the front seat and unlocking the door for Ebony. The teenager got in.
"What happened?" asked Ebony. "Are you okay, mama?"
"Yes, sweetheart," replied Bernadine. "Everything's fine."
"What were you doing in there?" Ebony wanted to know. "Your hair is messed up an' so's your makeup."
"Never mind that, Ebony," Bernadine said curtly.
"What's that smell?" Ebony asked, wrinkling her nose. "It almost smells like..."
"Enough!" demanded her mother, blushing profusely. "I'll tell you what's important and that'll be the end of it. Miss Annie... er... Richards understood my reasons for resigning. Not only that, but she got me a job at Smithmore. It turns out she went to school there and now she's on the board."
"Wow!" exclaimed Ebony. "So does that mean I'm definitely going in the fall? And you'll be there with me?"
"I told her you were having problems at the school, too," Bernadine went on. "She's fixing it so you'll graduate now. You won't have to go back. You'll be going to Smithmore for the spring semester. I'll be coming with you. It's all set."
"That's awesome!" Ebony was almost giddy. "Miss Richards must really like you, mama."
"She's a very kind woman," replied Bernadine. "I've never met anyone like her. She's even invited all of us to an end of semester party at her home."
"Cool!" said her daughter. "I want to thank her in person. I can't believe it's real!"
"It's real, Ebony," Bernadine assured her. "We just have to work out a few details."
They drove on in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Bernadine felt a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about this party and what would be expected from her and her daughters.
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