Bertha Showers
Just because I'm 19 and live with my parents doesn't mean anything other than what it is. I grew up in an 11,000 square foot house with an indoor pool. At 19, I couldn't fathom leaving my house.
Boarding school in Europe? I was out on the idea of boarding school, but perhaps I could be talked into the idea of Europe. How dumb was I because I never once saw Europe.
I think my mother named me Bertha after her best friend who passed away. As a young child I can remember that my mother told me about her best girlfriend Bertha. She emphasized that Bertha was her best friend and that Bertha suffered yet always loved. She apparently dealt with some odd bodily distortion. My mother said that she had a hard life because she had been cursed with some strange physical condition causing her to grow these ginormous boobs. The story she gave me was that she had been ridiculed by alot of kids. That's really all I ever knew about my mother's friend Bertha. However, when I was growing up, I didn't even know the slightest bit about what my mom was even talking about. All I heard was that my name came from her friend.
When I was about to turn 19, my parents cut me off. My father was a millionaire before he turned 25. Now he's in his 60's. I was a privileged yet dangerous child in New York City.
"Bertha, it's for your own good. You have got to learn that just because you have these great big boobs and men proposition you, you still cannot suck every married man's dick who stares at these big bl."
"Mom that is not true and total bullshit. You're only saying that because you want to take my boyfriend from me and you're jealous of all the attention I get because of my big boobs."
The boarding school was sold to me as a training program in order to prepare me to become a global citizen. But in reality, it was not that at all. The reason my mother chose that school in Europe is because they accepted students who were up to 20 years of age.
I was behind in school due to the numerous high schools I'd been kicked out of. So at 19, I had no diploma.
My mother made all of my arrangements so that I got there in one piece along with my bare essentials.
If you read the school's marketing brochures, you'd think I was going off to a college environment which was operated by people who really love their job and their students.
Ummm, no. This is definitely the wrong answer. It's all a big fuckin lie. I mean, A HUGE FUCKIN LIE.
My stupid mother is clueless. I'm sure she just wanted to get me out of her hair anyway. My dad is consumed with his businesses and was intentionally not involved.
The first day was checking in and I felt happy and optimistic. What choice did I have?
Immediately I got singled out and called to the Assistant Headmaster's office. I had no clue as to the reason for such action.
"What is your name Miss?"
"Bertha Showers."
"Did you say Bertha? Hmmm, your parents must not have liked you even back then!"
"Well Miss Showers, I shall call you Bertha. I can already see that there is a problem and you will need to be disciplined for it. At this school, we anticipate problems and therefore we discipline in advance so as to ensure that it does not become a future problem. You'll appreciate this later on in your life. Understood?"
"No sir I do not. What exactly is the problem? Why would I be punished for something that I'm obviously unaware of."
"Well Bertha, go ahead and remove your clothing. Before we go any further, you need to remove your panties and pull out your breasts so that I know what I'm dealing with here. Are your breasts some kind of joke or are those real?"
I did as told as this man stood about 3 feet from me and watched. When I released the clasps of my bra, the first thing he did was to whip out his dick and began waving it like a wand and stroking it slightly, as if it's normal. He ordered me to place my hands behind my head and keep my eyeballs on his cock.
I could barely even contain my shock and disbelief.
He ejaculated on my face and said that this is what sluts with big huge tits get because it's what they deserve.
I cannot explain the level of disgust and humiliation that I felt in that moment.
Then he explained to me...
"You are getting 25 lashes with my belt" as he ripped it off of his waist.
I was in total shock and I couldn't speak.
With tears in my eyes, cum all over my face, and the overwhelming feeling of powerless, I asked assistant Headmaster, "What did I do wrong? No one has told me?"
What he said next was in the most calm and matter of fact manner.
"Bertha, I'm going to be honest with you. Your problem is that you have extremely large breasts. Your breasts are obviously a big problem for you. Your breasts are simply far too large causing you to look and appear as if you are a huge, sex starved, penis worshipping slut. Simply put, you look like a slut and so it's my job to remedy this behavior."
"And exactly how big are your breasts exactly because they are just disgusting Bertha?"
"Sir, you're disrespectful and I find you disgusting. Who cares? My bras are 44 KKK. Is that a crime? What do you mean by remedy?"
His tone sharpened to a level of evil and it's here that I realized that I was in serious shit.