Meanwhile, at Principal Harris' home

Angela Harris walked from her car to the front door of her house, her heels clicking on the pavement. Her mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Robbie was like a ****. Now that she’d had a taste, she needed more. The bullying was so fucking hot. The thought made her moan, and her hand found its way to her chest, pinching at her erect nipple. “Fuck…Trish…I’m sorry…” Her panties, already moist from earlier in the day got soaked through again as a wave of arousal passed through her. Putting a hand on the doorknob, she steeled herself and stepped inside.

“TRISHA LYNN HARRIS! GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS!”

“Mom?” Angela heard the sound of her daughter’s door opening and the soft footsteps along the carpeted floor before she entered the foyer. Trish was a senior at the same school Angela was principal for. A good honor roll student. She had recently come out as a lesbian but so far had only told her mother. She was wearing a set of casual pajamas, a top and shorts, along with a pair of legwarmers. “Is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

“You know what you did!” Angela pointed to the shoes lined up in the foyer. One of Trish’ sneakers was on its side. “Is this how we put our shoes away?”

“Mom? What’s the big deal? Its just a shoe and its not in the way.” Trish looked genuinely puzzled.

Before she even realized she was doing it, Angela raised her hand and brought it down hard on her daughter’s pert bottom, sending it jiggling. With a surprised squeak, Trish jumped forward, her hands rapidly covering her bottom. Angela squeezed her thighs together as another wave of arousal shot through her body. “You do NOT talk back to your mother. Not get down and straighten those shoes. And since you want to run your mouth and talk back, you can only use your mouth to move the shoes.”

“Mom…what the fuck has gotten into you?” Trish asked, still rubbing her butt.

Again, moving without really realizing what she was doing, Angela reached out and grabbed her daughter’s hair, forcing her into a bent over position, and delivered three hard spanks to her daughter’s bottom, each smack elicited a moan of arousal from Angela, which she hoped the spanking would cover. “Looks like we’re going to have a long night since you want to keep being disrespectful.” She shoved Trish to the floor. “Now, arrange the shoes properly, and then we’ll go check your room. You better hope to god its spotless.”

Trish, still unsure of what exactly was going on, confused and fighting back tears, had **** but to obey. She crawled over to the shoe stand and lowered her head, taking her shoe in her mouth and righting it. She then began to use her mouth and nose to nudge other shoes into position, doing her best to make sure everything was lined up. Behind her, out of her sight, Angela’s hand had found its way to her breast again, pinching and pulling her nipple, her other hand covering her mouth to stifle her moans of arousal at her daughter’s humiliation.

Once the shoes were satisfactorily arranged, Angela straightened her clothes looking down at her daughter. “God, you’re so pathetic, crawling around on the floor. How did such a stupid slut come from me? Come, we’re going to your room.” Without waiting for her daughter’s acknowledgement, she turned and walked purposefully towards her daughter’s room.

Coming out of the living room to investigate the commotion, Garrett, Angela’s husband walked over to her. “Honey? What’s going on? Is everything ok?”

Angela gritted her teeth, her arousal at bullying, desire to please Robbie, and the programming from the CORD warring with her love for her family. “No, everything isn’t ok. If you weren’t such a beta, our daughter wouldn’t be such a pathetic waste of space. Now get your ass back into the living room and mind your business.”

Looking thoroughly humiliated, Garrett slipped away from the hall as Angela turned and continued marching towards Trish’ room. Once inside she headed straight for the bathroom. “Just as I thought. The toilet is filthy, and the sink is disgusting. Get your toothbrush and clean them. Now.“ She said in a ton that brooked no argument. She grabbed Trish again, slapping her ass once more, before shoving her on the ground in front of the toilet. She grabbed Trish’ toothbrush and threw it into the bowl. “This WILL be clean in the morning, or there WILL be consequences.”

Without another word, she turned and marched out of the bathroom, heading straight to her bedroom. The minute she locked the door, she was ripping her clothes off, one hand rubbing frantically between her legs, the other roughly pinching and kneading at her tits. “Oh fuck, Robbie…Trish is such a little coward…. OH FUCK!....Cant..” She moaned loudly. “Stand up…for herself…. OH FUCK!” Her hips bucked as she came, hard.

The next morning

Trish yawned sleepily, and rubbed her sore and red bottom as she got out of her car at school. She had spent all night cleaning her bathroom with her toothbrush. She had no idea what had come over her mom last night. She had never seen her mother act like that, and her mother had left early before she could confront her about it. It even looked like she’d made her dad sleep on the couch. Hopefully it was a passing mood. She rubbed her sore butt again. Heading into the school, she couldn’t help but feel like everyone was staring and whispering about her. It was…unsettling. She reached her locker and slowly entered the combination. As the door swung open, multiple pairs of her thong panties fell out, along with what looked to be a photocopy of something. She reached down and picked it up and gasped loudly. It was a photocopy of her diary and the words “Dyke slut” written across the top, and a nude photo she’d taken for an ex a few months back. She looked around, seeing similar copies of the paper in the hands of students. Suddenly it all clicked in her mind. Someone…someone had found her diary…had revealed her secret. That was why everyone was looking and whispering at her.

She teared up as some of the students began pointing and laughing at her. She had to go somewhere. She started walking towards her mom’s office. Her mother would help her.

She nearly stumbled into Robbie, the school’s resident asshole. He grinned at her and lifted some weird device to his throat.

Walking into the reception for her mom’s office, Trish saw her friend Katie coming out the office, looking to be on the verge of tears. “Katie? Is everything ok?”

Taking a deep breath, Katie looked at Trish. “Y-your mom…mean to me…I…I don’t….” She ran off, unable to finish her sentence as Trish stifled a moan.

Walking into the office, Trish bashfully looked up at her mother. “Mommy…I…was bullied…” She put the photocopy on her mothers desk. As she did so, Trish and Angela Harris both moaned at the same time.

“I know honey. Mommy did it…Mommy had to teach her weak, pathetic slut daughter that actions have consequences.” Her hand was working between her legs under the desk, as she moaned again.

Trish moaned in response, her legs rubbing together. “I...I know mommy. I’m so pathetic…I…need to be bullied…bully me mommy.”

“Oh fuck…you’re so pathetic…” Principal Angela Harris grabbed Trish hair and pulled her head between her legs, rubbing her cunt on her daughter’s face. “Lick mommy’s cunt you worthless little dyke slut!” Trish moaned into her mother’s cunt, her hand sliding between her legs as she began lapping at her mother's clit.

“I’m so worthless mommy…just a pathetic little lesbian hooker who needs to be bullied.”