Class humiliation

Luckily no one was in the halls as Tanya made it back to Mrs. Winstrome's class. She walked in the door.

Mrs. Winstrome looked up. Her eyes grew wide. "What the..." she said before catching herself. "Care to explain this display?" she said angrily as the class laughed.

Tanya mumbled her reply.

"Speak up!" said Mrs. Winstrome.

"I wet my pants masturbating while thinking about you," said Tanya loud enough for the whole class to hear.

Mrs. Winstrome was besides herself. In her 25 years of teaching she had never seen nor heard anything like this. "I...you...go to the principal's office and show him how you're dressed and tell him what you said!"

Tanya left to the sounds of Mrs. Winstrome trying in vain to quiet her class as they laughed and hooted.

Tanya walked as slowly as she could. The damp panties made her pants ride up against her pussy uncomfortably. She made it to the principal's office. He was outside talking to his secretary. He looked up and his jaw dropped.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I told Mrs. Winstrome I wet my pants masturbating while thinking about her," said Tanya.

"This has gone further than too far!" said the principal. "Go in my office and wait. I'm going to call your mother to come get you."

Tanya went into the principal's office. She took off her damp panties and sat glumly in the chair.

After what seemed like hours but was only about 40 minutes, Tanya's mom showed up. She was furious and ordered Tanya to the car.

In the car, Tanya's mom demanded an explanation. They sat in the parking lot.

"I have to do whatever I'm told," said Tanya, "I've been cursed! You have to believer me!"

"You have to do whatever your told, huh?" said her mom. "You disobey your father and me often enough."

"It's true!" cried Tanya, "an old gyspy homeless lady cursed me!"

"If it's true," said her mom, "Then I guess you'll shove this up your ass if I tell you to." She reached down and took the cigarette lighter that was lying in the empty ashtray and handed it to Tanya.

"Mom, nooo!"

"Do it!"

Tanya undid her pants. Her mom watched, thinking Tanya would stop at any second, but as Tanya got the top of the lighter up against her rectum, she told her daughter to stop.

"Tanya, you may believe you have to do what you're told, but you can NOT be cursed. Let's find this gyspy lady, and I'll prove it!"

"But mom, she..."

"Quiet! You're in enough trouble. Just tell me where you last saw this woman."

They left the parking as Tanya gave her mom instructions.