Sue Spark Waterloo Road
Sue Spark began teaching at Waterloo Road. She was newly qualified and was not very well respected by the students. She was very nervous and shaky. When she saw Nikki Boston get trashed in front of the entire school, she was very thankful that it was not her. Much to her chagrin, the messing was so popular that the school decided to do it again. She knew she was not very popular and was hoping that she would not be the unlucky one this time. Seeing Miss Boston get covered in mess by the students did not make her want to experience the same herself. Getting humiliated in front of the entire school, definitely was not something that she would want to experience. She was hoping that it would be one of the male teachers getting it this time. She had to admit, she was very nervous this time. With Nikki out of the running, she could be next. She wore a blue dress.
The assembly opened as usual. The whole school was abuzz over who it would be. There were pictures of what happened to Miss Boston everywhere. The teachers were all nervous. They knew that the vote would be very close and someone would be getting it. No one could really focus on the rest of the assembly because of anticipation. Finally it came to time to announce who the unlucky teacher would be. The head teacher began to speak. “Now it is time for the moment we have all been waiting for. Let’s see what teacher is going to end up facing the gunge this time,” they said. Everyone cheered and clapped. “One teacher will be facing the ultimate humiliation in front of the whole school, but who will it be. They all look nervous,” the head teacher said. “Shall we put them out of their misery?,” they asked. The students cheered. Sue closed her eyes and looked down, burying her face in her hands. “Ok, then here we go. The teacher receiving the most votes and who will be getting the mess today is going to be..,” they paused. “Sorry, it is going to be Sue Spark.” Everyone cheered. Sue’s face was a picture. Her mouth fell wide open and her eyes widened. She looked totally shocked and overwhelmed.
Before she could react, she was taken by the arm and lead over to the giant ice cream cone shaped stocks. She looked as though she was about to tear up. She slowly bent over, arching her back. Her large backside was thrust into the air. She reluctantly stuck her head through the hole, looking out on the students, pointing and laughing at her. The mocked her as she was put into place. Students began to queue up for the opportunity to fling gunge at Miss Spark. She bit her lip as she tried to ready herself for this. The cut out was not really made for someone of her shape. Her big sexy body was slightly too big for it. From behind, people got a great view of her ass and legs. Meanwhile, the first plate of red gunge was loaded onto the catapult by the first student. She shook her head. “Um, please, no. Don’t do this. You can’t. Don’t do this to me,” she frantically begged. The first student shrugged their shoulders and sarcastically said,” Sorry Miss.” Every muscle in her body tensed up. She clenched her butt cheeks as she awaited the mess that was about to hit her.
He slammed his hand down on the catapult and with a boing the gunge plate flew through the air and landed straight in Sue’s face. Everyone roared their approval. Her face instantly was covered in thick red gunge. The gunge splattered across her face and hair. She felt instant humiliation. She was blushing. Everyone laughed as they watched the gunge roll down her face. She blinked her eyes as the red mess dripped down her face. “It matches your hair. Red is your colour. It really suits you,” the student said mockingly. Before she knew it, another gunge plate was loaded in place. This one was filled with yellow gunge.
Another student came forward. It was their turn to let Sue have it. Sue took another breath as they pushed down and the gunge was sent flying into her face. The cheers were deafening as the plate smashed into Sue Spark’s face. The yellow mess dripped down her face, mixing with the red making a sort of orange colour all over Sue’s face. It matched her ginger hair quite well. She knew everyone would be taking pictures of this. She could not believe how much everyone was enjoying her humiliation. There was nothing she could do.
Another gunge plate was loaded by another student. The student pushed it down, but this time the plate did not hit Sue fully in her face. It drifted to the left. It fell to the floor. The student then picked it up and pushed it into their teacher’s face. They rubbed it around, twisting it in her face. She could only close her eyes and take it. “This is so embarrassing,” she thought to herself. The student took great pleasure in heaping the humiliation onto her. They finally let the plate drop, revealing the mess smushed all over her face. She gasped for breath and twisted her neck, gunge plopped down her face.
Another yellow plate was now loaded into place for her. She bent her hand around and tried to clear some of the gunge from her fringe. This one flung high in the air and landed awkwardly on the top of her head. It looked like some kind of strange hat. It stuck in place and allowed the yellow gunge to pour from it all over her hair, fringe and down the back of her neck. The other teachers clapped and laughed. They thought that this was hilarious. Her lip quivered and she pouted a bit.
Just as she did this another plate of gunge flew into her face with a pow. She could now feel gunge oozing down her neck and body as well. She squirmed and pouted in the gunge. There was no need to announce what was going to happen next. Everyone knew from what had happened to Miss Boston previously. A massive garbage can filled with the leftovers from the week’s school lunches was brought in by some of the students. “Time for some lunch,” the head teacher said. Sue knew what was coming. She was about to get covered with an avalanche of foul smelling leftovers. She clenched her butt cheeks. Every muscle in her body tensed up.
The trash can was lifted and the students began to pour. Parts of the food appeared partially rotted and congealed. Other parts were identifiable. There were crusts of sandwiches, bits of lunch meat, beef, mashed potatoes, spaghetti, beans, gravy, pasta, tuna fish, vegetables and more all mixed together in one disgusting conglomerated mess. Initially, it landed on her back. The mess rolled down her body. They aimed more at her backside and her legs. She could feel the food all over her behind and inside of her dress. More rolled down the backs of her legs. She wiggled her legs back and forth. She could now smell the mess that was being dumped on her. It was nauseating. Sue gagged. They now began pouring more onto her head. Everyone laughed at her as they watched the leftovers pour over her face and hair. Bits of macaroni, vegetables and other assorted foods stuck to her face. Strands of spaghetti dangled from her nose and chin. She could feel the weight of the mess weighing down her dress. She was getting no support from her colleagues either. They seemed to feel that the whole thing was hilarious.
When the garbage can was empty, she was allowed to stand up out of the stocks. She was covered irregularly from head to toe in mess. She had to hold her dress up, as it was coming down at the back from the weight of the mess that covered it. “Well, what a good sport. Let’s give her a round of applause,” the head teacher said. Sue saw no humour in what had happened. Her students teased her anyway. This was going to make things even worse. She stomped off stage and went to the teacher’s lounge and sulked. Photos of the day would appear alongside ones of Nikki Boston for months to come. The only thing that she could take solace in was the fact that her dress didn’t fall off. She was very close to being on stage in only her underwear and that would not have been good for her teaching future.
There was no way that she would ever live that day down. Mind you, she had much worse things to deal with in her time than this, but it was a day that no one would soon forget.
Sue Spark began teaching at Waterloo Road. She was newly qualified and was not very well respected by the students. She was very nervous and shaky. When she saw Nikki Boston get trashed in front of the entire school, she was very thankful that it was not her. Much to her chagrin, the messing was so popular that the school decided to do it again. She knew she was not very popular and was hoping that she would not be the unlucky one this time. Seeing Miss Boston get covered in mess by the students did not make her want to experience the same herself. Getting humiliated in front of the entire school, definitely was not something that she would want to experience. She was hoping that it would be one of the male teachers getting it this time. She had to admit, she was very nervous this time. With Nikki out of the running, she could be next. She wore a blue dress.
The assembly opened as usual. The whole school was abuzz over who it would be. There were pictures of what happened to Miss Boston everywhere. The teachers were all nervous. They knew that the vote would be very close and someone would be getting it. No one could really focus on the rest of the assembly because of anticipation. Finally it came to time to announce who the unlucky teacher would be. The head teacher began to speak. “Now it is time for the moment we have all been waiting for. Let’s see what teacher is going to end up facing the gunge this time,” they said. Everyone cheered and clapped. “One teacher will be facing the ultimate humiliation in front of the whole school, but who will it be. They all look nervous,” the head teacher said. “Shall we put them out of their misery?,” they asked. The students cheered. Sue closed her eyes and looked down, burying her face in her hands. “Ok, then here we go. The teacher receiving the most votes and who will be getting the mess today is going to be..,” they paused. “Sorry, it is going to be Sue Spark.” Everyone cheered. Sue’s face was a picture. Her mouth fell wide open and her eyes widened. She looked totally shocked and overwhelmed.
Before she could react, she was taken by the arm and lead over to the giant ice cream cone shaped stocks. She looked as though she was about to tear up. She slowly bent over, arching her back. Her large backside was thrust into the air. She reluctantly stuck her head through the hole, looking out on the students, pointing and laughing at her. The mocked her as she was put into place. Students began to queue up for the opportunity to fling gunge at Miss Spark. She bit her lip as she tried to ready herself for this. The cut out was not really made for someone of her shape. Her big sexy body was slightly too big for it. From behind, people got a great view of her ass and legs. Meanwhile, the first plate of red gunge was loaded onto the catapult by the first student. She shook her head. “Um, please, no. Don’t do this. You can’t. Don’t do this to me,” she frantically begged. The first student shrugged their shoulders and sarcastically said,” Sorry Miss.” Every muscle in her body tensed up. She clenched her butt cheeks as she awaited the mess that was about to hit her.
He slammed his hand down on the catapult and with a boing the gunge plate flew through the air and landed straight in Sue’s face. Everyone roared their approval. Her face instantly was covered in thick red gunge. The gunge splattered across her face and hair. She felt instant humiliation. She was blushing. Everyone laughed as they watched the gunge roll down her face. She blinked her eyes as the red mess dripped down her face. “It matches your hair. Red is your colour. It really suits you,” the student said mockingly. Before she knew it, another gunge plate was loaded in place. This one was filled with yellow gunge.
Another student came forward. It was their turn to let Sue have it. Sue took another breath as they pushed down and the gunge was sent flying into her face. The cheers were deafening as the plate smashed into Sue Spark’s face. The yellow mess dripped down her face, mixing with the red making a sort of orange colour all over Sue’s face. It matched her ginger hair quite well. She knew everyone would be taking pictures of this. She could not believe how much everyone was enjoying her humiliation. There was nothing she could do.
Another gunge plate was loaded by another student. The student pushed it down, but this time the plate did not hit Sue fully in her face. It drifted to the left. It fell to the floor. The student then picked it up and pushed it into their teacher’s face. They rubbed it around, twisting it in her face. She could only close her eyes and take it. “This is so embarrassing,” she thought to herself. The student took great pleasure in heaping the humiliation onto her. They finally let the plate drop, revealing the mess smushed all over her face. She gasped for breath and twisted her neck, gunge plopped down her face.
Another yellow plate was now loaded into place for her. She bent her hand around and tried to clear some of the gunge from her fringe. This one flung high in the air and landed awkwardly on the top of her head. It looked like some kind of strange hat. It stuck in place and allowed the yellow gunge to pour from it all over her hair, fringe and down the back of her neck. The other teachers clapped and laughed. They thought that this was hilarious. Her lip quivered and she pouted a bit.
Just as she did this another plate of gunge flew into her face with a pow. She could now feel gunge oozing down her neck and body as well. She squirmed and pouted in the gunge. There was no need to announce what was going to happen next. Everyone knew from what had happened to Miss Boston previously. A massive garbage can filled with the leftovers from the week’s school lunches was brought in by some of the students. “Time for some lunch,” the head teacher said. Sue knew what was coming. She was about to get covered with an avalanche of foul smelling leftovers. She clenched her butt cheeks. Every muscle in her body tensed up.
The trash can was lifted and the students began to pour. Parts of the food appeared partially rotted and congealed. Other parts were identifiable. There were crusts of sandwiches, bits of lunch meat, beef, mashed potatoes, spaghetti, beans, gravy, pasta, tuna fish, vegetables and more all mixed together in one disgusting conglomerated mess. Initially, it landed on her back. The mess rolled down her body. They aimed more at her backside and her legs. She could feel the food all over her behind and inside of her dress. More rolled down the backs of her legs. She wiggled her legs back and forth. She could now smell the mess that was being dumped on her. It was nauseating. Sue gagged. They now began pouring more onto her head. Everyone laughed at her as they watched the leftovers pour over her face and hair. Bits of macaroni, vegetables and other assorted foods stuck to her face. Strands of spaghetti dangled from her nose and chin. She could feel the weight of the mess weighing down her dress. She was getting no support from her colleagues either. They seemed to feel that the whole thing was hilarious.
When the garbage can was empty, she was allowed to stand up out of the stocks. She was covered irregularly from head to toe in mess. She had to hold her dress up, as it was coming down at the back from the weight of the mess that covered it. “Well, what a good sport. Let’s give her a round of applause,” the head teacher said. Sue saw no humour in what had happened. Her students teased her anyway. This was going to make things even worse. She stomped off stage and went to the teacher’s lounge and sulked. Photos of the day would appear alongside ones of Nikki Boston for months to come. The only thing that she could take solace in was the fact that her dress didn’t fall off. She was very close to being on stage in only her underwear and that would not have been good for her teaching future.
There was no way that she would ever live that day down. Mind you, she had much worse things to deal with in her time than this, but it was a day that no one would soon forget.
Wish her dress did fall down and her underwear snapped to
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