Blondie's Humiliation Stories

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Chapter 8: The Soccer Field
Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:08am

Miss Farnsworth Has Her Way With Me

Well, I suppose I should finish telling you about my last day as a sophomore. As you may recall, I left you with my experience in homeroom that morning. Brenda had cut off my underpants and tied a bright orange yarn around my dick and balls. As payback for writing on the board about her small titties she made me write on the board, “BLONDIE HAGGERTY HAS A TEENSY WEENSY HAIRLESS LITTLE PEE-PEE.” I was sitting in my seat, blushing crimson while listening to the giggling from my fellow students.

Miss Farnsworth walked in and immediately caught sight of the writing on the board. I detected a slight smirk on her face, and when she turned and looked at me I swear she looked at my crotch. I caught myself self-consciously pushing my knees together. “Mr. Haggerty, can you tell me who is responsible for this?” she asked me while pointing to the board.

I turned and glanced at Brenda, who returned my gaze with a look that could kill. I knew what I had to do. “I am, ma’am,” I replied timidly. I cringed, as I dreaded Miss Farnsworth’s reaction. I had already found out first hand during my freshman year that she has a sadistic side to her. As I’m sure the reader remembers, Mitch and Reggie forced me to go into homeroom without my pants. She furthered my humiliation by making me remove my shirt and remain clad in just my tighty whities for the remainder of the homeroom period. As I recall, the grin on her face when she looked me up and down suggested that she was deriving more than a little pleasure out of the experience.

Plus, she had the reputation of being quite creative in her manner of dishing out punishments to her students, all of which involved a certain amount of imposed humiliation, and usually had to do with clothing. There was the story about the coed in her third period English class who was acting immaturely and disrupting her class. Miss Farnsworth brought her behind a partition and dressed her in a baby blue little girl’s party dress, complete with a petticoat. It had puffy sleeves and was very short. She added anklets, shiny black shoes that buckled, and a large blue bow in her hair to match the dress. She was forced to wear the ridiculous outfit for the remainder of her classes. I remember seeing her in the cafeteria during lunch that day. Her face was as red as can be, and she looked as if she just wanted to just crawl away and die.

But I digress. At the moment, it was about me, and I had an awful feeling that I was about to become the next victim of her wickedness.

“Would you please stand up, Mr. Haggerty?” she demanded. Abashed, I slowly rose to my feet. “I have a tip for you, young man,” began Miss Farnsworth. “In the future it would be advisable not to advertise your shortcomings.” This brought on a chorus of laughter. I stood there, my face tomato red.

The Bra

Miss Farnsworth opened her bottom drawer to retrieve something. She spoke to me as she sorted through the drawer. My stomach tightened in fear when I heard the words. “Do you understand the meaning of ‘shame clothing,’ Mr. Haggerty?” Flustered, I was unable to answer her, though I had a pretty good idea what it meant. She continued rummaging through the drawer. “I have found the use of shame clothing to be a most effective means of punishment…I must say there is nothing quite like the sight of one of my students blushing ever so brightly while adorned in…” Her voice tailed off, and she seemed mesmerized when she pulled out a lacy, black bra and examined it closely. She looked up to take in my miserable expression, smiled, and looked back down at the bra. “Oh yes, I’m quite confident this will do just fine.” She paused and waited for the lusty uproar from the students behind me to die down. “Would you please remove your shirt and come up here, Mr. Haggerty?”

I knew to defy the sadistic teacher would only further my torment. In the throes of wretchedness, I pulled my tee shirt over my head and off. The giggling behind me was relentless. I trudged towards the front of the room while holding my shirt. When I reached her, she took it from my grasp. “You won’t be needing this for a while,” she said while draping it over the back of her chair. She then took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face my classmates. I couldn’t bear to look any of them in the eyes.

“It’s quite apparent by what you wrote on the board about your…undersized penis that you’re not feeling very ‘manly’ today, are you Mr. Haggerty?” Once again, I was unable to answer. Even if I had, the laughter echoing throughout the room would have drowned me out. “Hold your arms out to the sides, please,” she directed. When I did, she reached around my chest from behind with both arms, holding both cups of the unclasped bra. She continued teasing me as she went about the task of fastening the cups together. She was standing very close to me and her mouth was close to my ear as she looked over my shoulder. “This is quite the appropriate attire for someone who is not feeling very manly, don’t you think so, Mr. Haggerty?” The only response came from the giggling students. My face felt like it was on fire. She clasped the cups together and fiddled with the lace. “I like to keep this A-cup handy for my flatter-chested girls,” she remarked. Heavier laughter ensued. I stole a glance at Brenda, who was grinning from ear to ear and laughing heartily. I quickly looked down just as Miss Farnsworth was holding the shoulder straps out. “Put your arms through here, please……….excellent.” She took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face her. She pulled the straps up and fitted them on my shoulders. She then reached down and adjusted the cups, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Excellent!” she exclaimed with a smile, obviously satisfied with the results. “So pretty, and my, you’re blushing like a little schoolgirl!” I couldn’t resist glancing up at her. Her demonic eyes were dancing with delight. I couldn’t imagine feeling more miserable.

I Feel Pretty

“You look very pretty now. Do you feel pretty, Mr. Haggerty?” asked Miss Farnsworth. I was quiet, but this time she demanded a response. “I asked you a question, Mr. Haggerty. Do you feel pretty?

“I….I….I don’t know,” was all I could muster.

“Well, you look pretty….hmm, maybe I can help. Did you ever see the movie ‘West Side Story?’”

I had no idea where she was going with this, but I figured I might as well tell the truth. “Um…yes, I saw it.”

“Very good!” Then surely you remember Maria singing the song, ‘I Feel Pretty.’ Can you sing it for us, Mr. Haggerty?” Amidst the giggles, I shook my head back and forth. “Oh, but I’m sure you can, Mr. Haggerty. And you look so pretty, it would be wonderful if you could sing it for us.” I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. “Here, let me give you a refresher: ‘I feel pretty…oh so pretty…I feel pretty and witty and gay’…” She sung with fervor, clearly taking enjoyment in humiliating me to the fullest. “Okay, now you try it, Mr. Haggerty.”

“Please, I…I can’t…I…I don’t know the words…”

“Well, we’re in luck, Mr. Haggerty! I just happen to have the sheet music,” she said while opening up her middle drawer and pulling it out. The witch actually planned this scenario. “Now you can sing the whole song for us. Won’t that be a wonderful scene?” She handed me the sheet, which I reluctantly accepted. “Now turn and face the class, Mr. Haggerty, and sing to us. Let us all know how pretty you feel…and if you do a really nice job, I’ll let you put your shirt on before you go to your next class.”

There wasn’t much choice. If I didn’t sing the damn song I’d have to go to my geometry class wearing a bra. I held the sheet music up with both hands, doing my best to cover my chest and my now scarlet face. Miss Farnsworth had taken a position in the back of the room to take in the scene.

“I feel pretty…”

“Hold it!” she interrupted. “Mr. Haggerty, please hold your sheet music out to the side with one hand so we can see your pretty bra and your blushing face.” I did so, and somehow blushed even brighter. “That’s it, Mr. Haggerty. Oh my, you really are blushing now, like a little schoolgirl. Class, have you ever seen anybody’s face glow like that?” The giggles increased. “I do believe the shame clothing is working. Do you feel shamed, Mr. Haggerty?” I nodded disconsolately. “Excellent!…Okay now, from the top.” She motioned for me to begin again.

“I feel pretty…oh so pretty…I feel pretty and witty and gay…” The laughter was spirited now. I hesitated.

“Continue, Mr. Haggerty!” bellowed Miss Farnsworth.

“And I pity…any girl who isn’t me today…I feel charming…oh so charming…it’s alarming how charming I feel…and so pretty…”

Mercifully, the bell signifying the end of homeroom sounded. Miss Farnsworth, while walking briskly towards the front of the room, started clapping, and was promptly joined in the ovation by the rest of the class. Thoroughly shamed, I turned away and bowed my head as the entertained students, now in a state of hilarity, gathered their books and slowly began to file out.

“That was well done, Mr. Haggerty,” said the smiling Miss Farnsworth as she took the sheet music from my hand. She snatched my tee shirt from the chair and offered it to me. “Here,” she said. “You’ve earned this.” I tucked the shirt under my elbow and anxiously went to work on the bra clasp. “Uh, uh, uh! I said you could have your shirt back. I didn’t give you permission to remove your bra.” She waited for my look of angst and said, “You’re to wear your pretty bra for the rest of the day, Mr. Haggerty. You can return it to me at the close of classes today.”


“No arguments, Mr. Haggerty, or I’ll take your shirt back. Now be on your way please, or you’ll be late for your first class. And don’t you ever write on my board again about your physical deficiencies.” She spotted the amused Brenda taking in the scene just a few feet away. “Brenda, if you’ll be so kind as to keep and eye on Mr. Haggerty today for me…his black bra should show up rather nicely through his white tee shirt. If at any time he’s not wearing it, be sure to let me know. I have a matching pair of panties for him to wear if he disobeys me.”

“Oh, it would be my pleasure, Miss Farnsworth,” said Brenda, grinning. They both watched as I donned my tee shirt over the bra. I looked down at my chest and at my shoulder. Miss Farnsworth was right; to my utter chagrin, the bra stood out prominently.

“Tuck your shirt in, Mr. Haggerty, and keep it there,” said Miss Farnsworth as I made my way out the door. “I want you to feel pretty all day long.” The demented lady was cackling to herself as I walked out the door as fast as I could.

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