The Goddess Of Shame Ch 01

Jon had been a bit of a shit since he became a senior. The 18 year old was handsome, a hopeless flirt, and a bit of a bully. He wouldn't get physical with anyone but he had a mean sense of humor. He was also much admired by the girls in his school, and he had his eyes on a few of them himself.

The senior class were on a field trip to a local museum, a trip organized by the history teacher Mrs. Whitman. She was a good looking red head in her early 30's. She put a lot of work into making sure her students were learning. And her job wasn't made any easier when Jon would hit on her during class or call her a milf in front of other students. And of course Jon was doing his best to disrupt the field trip she'd spent so much time and effort organizing. He was interrupting the tour guide with stupid jokes, drawing "rocket ships" on other students' worksheets, and all round being a nuisance. Ms. Whitman knew she wasn't supposed to dislike any of her students, but she couldn't help but wish someone would knock Jon down a peg. She had no idea her wish would be coming true later that day.

The class filed into a room filled with antiquities: Roman coins, Greek figurines, Egyptian tablets, even a mostly intact ancient spear. In the center of the room was a pedestal with a plexiglass box sitting on it. Inside the box stood a small statue, about a foot tall, of a beautiful woman in a toga. The figure was badly worn by the millennia passed since it was carved. But her face was shockingly untouched. It bore a shockingly intense stare, like she was looking right through to the depths of your soul.

The tour guide was explaining to the class that she was Humilatia the Greek goddess of shame and humiliation. If Jon had been listening, he would have learned the Greeks held her in high regard, and would leave offerings at her temple to protect themselves from various kinds of humiliation. But he was busy looking at his phone and making snide comments to the people around him. When the tour guide led the class into the next room, Jon lingered by the statue. Taking out his phone, he took a picture of the statue, and uploaded it to his story. He captioned it "When the weed hits," in reference to the intense gaze, and then continued "I'd still hit it though..."

Now Jon was a product of the twenty first century. He had no reason to believe disrespecting some ancient totem of a forgotten god would have adverse consequences. But what Jon believed was of no consequence to Humilatia, who refused to be humbled by anyone, let alone an insignificant school boy. And soon he'd realize how grave a mistake he had made.

For lunch the students were led into a small dining area in a secluded wing of the museum. Jon grabbed his food and started taking his tray back to the table his friends were at. Suddenly, somehow, he slipped backwards, his food getting all over his front. And he was pretty sure he hadn't walked past a mop, but he somehow managed to land with his ass in a dirty mop bucket. The entire dining area broke into laughter at Jon's spectacular fall. Mrs. Whitman could not help but laugh herself although she tried her best to pull herself together. Eventually she was able to walk over and help Jon up, of course she did not receive a thank you for that.

"Ugh, this is disgusting!" Jon complained. His back was dripping from the mop bucket, his front was smeared with food. Mrs. Whitman told him to go to the bathroom and take his dirty clothes off, while she got fresh stuff from the gift shop. For once Jon agreed.

The bathroom was a small, dingy one toilet room. Jon removed his clothes and started piling them into sink, hoping Mrs. Whitman would get back soon. When he removed his pants, he saw his underwear were sopping wet too, so he took off his boxers as well. Now fully nude, Jon felt exposed and uneasy. No one could see him in the locked bathroom, it's just something felt off about the whole thing. He looked into the mirror and he could have sworn he saw the goddess statue in the reflection right behind him, but when he spun around nothing was there. He was just a little on edge he decided, and splashed his face with some water.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Whitman knocked on the door. But Humilatia had struck again. The door was jammed or caught on something. Jon couldn't open it to grab the clothes. Jon asked Mrs. Whitman to try, but it wasn't working on her side. She was about to go grab a museum worker for help, but Jon was embarrassed enough already and didn't want anymore people to be involved. "Hold on, let me try to bust the door open with my shoulder" he said.

From behind the door, Mrs. Whitman heard a thud, then a louder thud, and then the door swung wide open banging against the wall. Tumbling out of the bathroom from the force of his push was a butt naked Jon who collided at full speed with Mrs. Whitman knocking her over. After a moment of shock, they both realized the compromising position they were in. Jon was completely nude lying on top of his fully clothed female teacher. Quickly he got up and covered himself. But not so quick that Mrs. Whitman didn't get an eyeful. That's why he's so cocky she figured. She took her time getting up and asking if he was ok, but really she was checking him out. He was such a jerk, but she had to admit, he looked good naked. And his face, bright red with embarrassment added to the sight. Not so full of himself now, was he.

Maybe a second or two longer than she should have after getting up, she handed him a shopping bag. Wordlessly, Jon turned around, revealing a lovely pair of buns and tried to open the bathroom door. It was jammed again. Mrs. Whitman stifled a laugh. So there in front of his teacher, Jon got dressed as quickly as possible. "Unfortunately," Mrs. Whitman explained, "they didn't sell any pants at the gift shop, so I got you an oversized hoodie, so it'll cover everything." It did, hanging down to Jon's knees. He really wished he could be a bit more confident he was fully covered, but this was much better than being naked. Once he was decent, they walked back to the rest of the class together, Jon looking like he'd seen a ghost, Mrs. Whitman looking like it was her birthday.

The rest of the day was mostly normal. Jon was quieter than usual. If the other students knew he was naked under his hoodie, they probably would have messed with him, trying to lift it up and such. But he told them he was wearing shorts underneath.

On their way back to the bus, Jon walked at the back of the pack. Mrs. Whitman was a couple yards behind, carrying some supplies and making sure no one split off. She was sure it must be her imagination running wild. But as they passed the mysterious Greek statue, Mrs. Whitman was sure she saw the back of Jon's hoodie riding up as if grabbed by an invisible hand, baring his ass to her one last time. Her hands were full, so she couldn't take a picture, but she made sure to get a museum quality mental snapshot for her archives.

But Humilatia had a lot more in store for the young man who had offended her.