S L The Runny Nose

Author's Note: This is a short standalone story, that will feature nose blowing humiliation.

This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe.

The Story

Julie opened her locker to fetch the books she needed for her next class, sniffling a little as she had a runny nose. The girl was eighteen years old, and attended an all-girl private school called Ginerva Academy that had a school uniform of blazer, white blouse, tie, and blue plaid skirt as well as an optional blue Alice band which Julie wore.

She was a slim blonde girl, who was a little mousy with her hair in a ponytail and rectangular wire frame glasses that, along with her shyness, made everyone assume she was a nerd, which wasn't necessarily untrue... She certainly never felt anywhere near as cool as her hot stepsister Lupi!

"Hi Julie!" Two girls, Scarlett and Lily, said as they walked past.

"Hi..." Julie shyly replied, sniffing again and blushing in embarrassment at her runny nose, which had turned noticeably reddish. She was new to the school, having only recently moved to the neighbourhood with her mom and older stepsister, so didn't know any of the girls too well and despite how welcoming and friendly many of them were, always struggled to make friends.

Though she would have been shy any other day towards Scarlett and Lily, today her drippy runny nose certainly wasn't inspiring her to attempt to make further conversation.

There had been a big house party that weekend, hosted by a girl called Brooke, which Julie, like everyone in the year, had been invited to. However she had been too shy to go though felt bad about it as it could have been a good opportunity to make some friends.

She thought about going to the bathroom to fetch something to use as tissues, not having any in her bag, though the paper hand towels would be rough while it would be embarrassing to be seen wiping her nose with toilet paper! Julie wondered if the school nurse might have some however realised she needed to hurry to get to class, as she wasn't a girl who liked to have attention drawn to her so never wanted to arrive late and have to make excuses in front of everyone.

She arrived to maths class, and found the teacher had already let everyone into the classroom with there not being much choice of desks left so she took one at the front next to a girl called Mary. She was a freckled brunette with glasses who Julie had quickly learnt was the class keener, being a teacher's pet always keen to put her hand up to answer questions despite her otherwise shy nature.

Julie on the other hand, despite being assumed to be nerdy, wasn't really that academic and would rather sit somewhere where she'd be lost in the crowd as she hated having to speak in front of the class, and often panicked when asked questions by the teacher, mumbling even if she knew the correct answer. This meant the front row seat wasn't ideal for her however she had no choice.

With the class seated, Miss Salas began the lesson. She was a Cuban woman in her mid-thirties, with tanned skin and a petite, yet curvy, body with eye-catching cleavage and a big butt that made whatever pencil skirt she wore tight.

She was quite fiery, which made Julie a little afraid of her, as one thing she hated more than being asked to speak in front of a class, was being scolded in front of her peers... not that she ever did anything to get herself in trouble but a poorly answered question that suggested she hadn't been paying attention was enough to be told off by Miss Salas.

The girls all opened their maths text books, and followed along with what Miss Salas was explaining on the whiteboard, before they moved onto an exercise with the teacher giving Mary a stack of paper to hand out; the eager freckled girl seeming to be all teachers' default 'hander outer'.

The sheet had several questions on which the girls were told to work through independently and in silence, so they got to work with Miss Salas sat at the front, marking some papers.

Julie worked through the questions, sniffing as she felt her nose running again and reached up to subtly wipe her finger across her philtrum, as she felt it was a little wet. After the first couple, the questions became harder however she was pleased when she managed to crack the next one but then was startled by Miss Salas sternly saying her name.

"Yes Miss?" Julie squeaked, blushing at how nervous her voiced sounded. She had no idea why the teacher was addressing her, as she didn't think she looked like she was dawdling or shirking the work.

"Could you please reframe from that annoying sniffing. It's distracting me and I'm sure it is as equally disruptive to your fellow classmates."

Julie's eyes widened in shock, feeling a surge of unexpected humiliation at having Miss Salas rebuke her for sniffing, even worse in front of the entire class whom she didn't think would have actually noticed her quiet sniffs but certainly would now the teacher had drawn attention to them. "Sorry Miss!" The girl mumbled, before accidently sniffing again however Miss Salas returned to the papers she was marking.

Julie did her best not to sniff again however with her runny nose it was difficult, especially as she had no tissues so she knew if she didn't sniff, runny transparent snot would just drip out of her nostrils. She blushed, wiping some of this mucus away with her finger again which she had to just covertly wipe clean on her plaid skirt, feeling a little gross but determined not to draw attention to herself again, either from sniffing or raising her hand to request a hall pass.

She couldn't help sniffling still, though tried to do it as quietly and sparsely as possible in the hopes that Miss Salas, nor anyone else in the class, would notice as she was now paranoid everyone was listening out for her sniffs. However after a while of not being able to concentrate on her maths questions, so focused was she on monitoring her sniffing, Julie felt in horror a thicker glob of snot run out of her nose, and she had to quickly sniff deeply to prevent it dropping out onto her desk.

"Julie! You're really trying my patience now. I've told you to stop with that annoying sniffing." Miss Salas snapped and the girl blushed. "A girl your age should know how to blow her nose."

"Yes Miss." Julie agreed, the suggestion that she didn't know how to do this making her cheeks blush as red as her runny nose was. Though she was sat at the front, she was sure she could feel the eyes of the rest of the class looking at her, increasing her embarrassment. "But I just don't have any tissues..."

"Then why didn't you just put your hand up and ask?" Miss Salas sighed, rummaging in her hand bag, and pulling out a pack of tissues before going to the girl's desk.

Julie felt ashamed, wishing she had asked earlier rather than being treated like she was silly and immature in front of the entire class. The expression might be overused, but she truly wanted to sink through the floor and disappear.

"And you haven't even been doing the work!" The woman scolded, seeing the girl's paper, which Julie felt was a little unfair as she had done a few questions but understood she should have done more by now, and would have if she hadn't been so distracted by hiding her sniffing, so she just meekly mumbled another apology.

"Thanks Miss." Julie said as Miss Salas got a tissue out the pack however the woman didn't hand it to her instead she just folded then held it above the desk.

"Blow." The woman instructed and Julie's eyes widened in confusion, not sure she was actually understanding correctly so reached out for the tissue but the woman stopped her.

"This is to blow your nose with, not wipe your fingers on."

"I was going to..." Julie flushed but Miss Salas just impatiently told her to "Blow" again, so the girl, still very much aware that a couple dozen other senior girls were watching her, tentatively leaned forward over the desk until her red nose was pushed against the tissue her teacher was holding out.

Miss Salas pushed the tissue against the teen's nose, holding it in place as Julie reluctantly blow her nose, at first softly and ineffectively due to her embarrassment but she knew that until she cleared it, the woman wouldn't be satisfied so despite her audience, she was forced to exhale strongly. The quiet room was filled with the 'honking' noise her nose made as she blew it, and she felt globs of thick snot shoot out into the waiting tissue along with more thin transparent mucus.

Blowing her nose loudly in a quiet room full of other people would normally have been bad enough for a girl so shy however it was even worse with the added mortification that she wasn't even holding the tissue! She couldn't believe she had been so silly and shy to get herself in such a situation, thinking how a normal teen would have just asked for some tissues and blown her nose without incident, with no-one else batting an eye, yet she had to prolong her discomfort by sniffling then cause herself to become the centre of attention.

She didn't forget about the entire class sat behind her but some whispers and giggles only emphasised this factor.

"Good girl, see, that wasn't so hard." Miss Salas said, wiping the tissue over the girl's nostrils then withdrawing it with Julie glimpsing her snot, a mix of yellowish fluid and glistening transparent strands, on the tissue before the teacher neatly folded it and returned to her desk, dropping the paper into the bin.

"Thank you Miss." Julie said submissively, though expressing gratitude to the woman only made her sense of embarrassment even worse.

"Now get on with your work as you have a bit of catching up to do, and I was going to begin going through the answers in a few minutes." Miss Salas instructed. "And rather than starting to sniff again when your nose runs, just put your hand up and ask me to help you blow it."

After the embarrassing ordeal, Julie returned to the questions with her face flushed but couldn't finish them in time before Miss Salas called the class's attention back to the front to go through the answers.

The lesson continued but Julie's runny nose didn't let up, and she sniffled a little as quietly as she could, putting her hand in front of her nose so the teacher didn't notice however it eventually became too much again and she knew that if she didn't put her hand up to ask to blow her nose, she would either be sniffing loudly again or dripping snot onto her blouse or desk. It was an embarrassing thing to ask for, but Julie certainly didn't want to risk drawing the teacher's ire for not doing what the woman had suggested.

This she had to do a couple more times before the lesson ended, each time leaning across her desk to push her nose into the tissue held by Miss Salas, and loudly honking her nose as she emptied it of snot.

As it was lunch break, Julie went straight to the nurse's office where she was glad to get herself a pack of her own tissues so she could blow her runny nose by herself. She didn't think that the teacher she had for afternoon class would be so irritable by her sniffing as the fierce Cuban woman was, however she was glad to have her own tissues in her 'back pocket' (not literally, her plaid skirt didn't have pockets!) and also planned to make sure she arrived to class early to get a seat that wasn't on the front row.

Julie returned to her locker to fetch her lunch. Her mom made her sandwiches in the morning to take in which the teen preferred to eating in the canteen. She was dismayed to find someone had stuck a piece of paper to her locker door with 'Little Miss Snotty' scrawled on in marker pen. She blushed as she tore the sign off, hoping not too many people had seen it as she knew it must have just been stuck up while she was at the nurse's office. She wondered which of her classmates could be so mean!

Though she didn't know anyone too well, she felt most of her peers were too nice to do such a thing. There were a few girls like Sinead and Tina, who happily took the mickey any opportunity they were given however she felt both would only do it to her face, and not behind her back.

The girl took her lunchbox and went outside, going over to the bleachers to sit and eat her sandwiches alone with her drippy nose.

"Hey, Little Miss Snotty!"

Julie looked up to see Georgia, a girl in her class. She was actually an exchange student from Spain, and was slender, attractive, tanned, and part of the school's cheerleading team however she also had a reputation for being a bitch, and seemed to pick on girls whenever she got the chance so Julie had always tried to avoid her.

She guessed Georgia had been whom had stuck the sign on her locker, not sure why she didn't think of her before... Unless she had merely seen it and repeated the embarrassing nickname however, from what she knew of the girl, Julie was sure she must be the culprit however was too meek to mention it. Instead, she just mumbled "Hello" and hoped the girl would just go away.

However Georgia sat down next to her, and Julie's eyes widened behind her glasses when she saw the other teen take some tissues out of her bag.

"I saw you sat here alone and thought you must be pretty helpless with your snotty nose! So thought I'd come and help you blow it before you get too much snot dripping down your blouse." Georgia grinned.

"I'm okay thanks, I've got my own tissues now..." Julie mumbled, flushing in humiliation while also feeling a little gross with her runny nose even though what the other girl was saying was hyperbolic.

"Aww, its no trouble." Georgia said mock-kindly, and held the tissue out. "Come on little honker, blow!"

Julie shook her head, hoping the girl was only teasing but she shrieked a little when Georgia pushed the tissue against her red nose. She tried to struggle away but the other girl kept the tissue pressed against her face, refusing to let up despite Julie's meek protests and attempts to wiggle away.

Julie knew she should continue to refuse, as Georgia was a fellow student rather than teacher so had no authority over her, however she was meek and didn't want conflict so found herself, despite the embarrassment of giving in, blowing her nose

The blonde exhaled vigorously, wanting to get it over with and again felt mucus shoot out of her nose into the waiting tissue.

"That was loud, sport fans wouldn't need air horns if you're part of the audience!" Georgia giggled, the two of them being perched on the school bleachers.

However the girl still wasn't satisfied, and Julie was forced to blow her runny nose again.

At least this time there wasn't a classroom of girls watching her, which meant it wasn't as dreadful as when Miss Salas had forced her to blow her nose. Something weird that the girl noticed was that she was beginning to feel vaguely turned on. She wasn't sure why, as being forced to blow her nose was humiliating rather than erotic, and this strange sensation only made her feel more mortified.

"Just leave her alone Georgia." A girl said, and they both turned to a group of teens who were passing by. The speaker was Macarena, another Spanish girl though not an exchange student, with a lighter olive complexion, brown hair so dark it looked like black, and hazel eyes.

She was with her friends Alix, Lexi, Dillion, Rosenda, and Jessie, with Georgia obviously feeling a little cowed by the group, merely shrugging and saying "I was just helping her blow her nose..." before dropping the used tissue on Julie's lap and walking away.

"She's such a bitch!" Dillion said after her.

"Are you okay?" Macarena asked Julie, who was just adjusting her glasses which had been knocked askew. She had quite an embarrassing ordeal herself that weekend at her great grandmother's house, thought that's a different story, however it meant she had been extra sympathetic watching the mortified teen in Miss Sala's class.

"Yes thanks." Julie blushed, as she had been weirdly aroused by the experience though was still thankful for the intervention. However even though the group of girls had saved her, she still found herself becoming flustered and nervous at being the centre of attention again.

"Do you want to hang out with us? We were just going to mess about on the tumble bars." Rosenda asked.

"Um, yeah sure, though perhaps I'll just watch while I finish my lunch." Julie said shyly, and went with the group of the girls to the tumble bars, sitting down on a nearby bench to watch the others take it in turns to play around on the bars doing knee hangs and pullovers.

As she watched, she reflected on why she might have become aroused by Georgia forcing her to blow her nose, and found in hindsight she was also turned on from the memory of Miss Salas doing it too.

She realised she had in fact been a little aroused in the classroom but her fear and nervousness from being the centre of attention had meant she had not noticed, while being one-to-one on the bleachers without her 'stage fright' had meant she had felt it more prominently.

But still, blowing her nose wasn't arousing, was it? Julie took a tissue and experimentally blew her nose, however did not experience any sensation of arousal again from it.

Julie wondered if maybe it was more to do with her engaging with someone attractive like the sexy Cuban woman or hot Spanish teen, but she felt a little pathetic if she had become aroused merely from just having any sort of contact with either, as she may be a virgin, but she didn't think she was that much of a desperate loser!

Maybe it was the dynamic, as the girl considered it may have been to do with the dominance of the women that had sexually excited her... as she realised her pop culture crushes had always tended to be on powerful women who were dominant and perhaps a little cruel, like super villainesses and evil witches with Maleficent being one of her first crushes. Thinking about Miss Salas and Georgia again dominantly ordering her to do what they wanted gave her a little twinge of horniness, and the teen realised this must be the reason, recalling feeling confused arousal in the past when her older stepsister Lupi bossed her around.

Julie blushed, thinking this was quite an embarrassing way to come to the realisation that she was sexually submissive! However now she had thought of it, everything did seem to make sense though despite her desire to be dominated, she also knew she was certainly not an exhibitionist, and perhaps didn't care for the humiliation element neither.

The girl wasn't sure what she would do with this self-discovery, or how she could explore her submissive side further, but she felt it at least gave the forced nose blowing ordeal a silver lining, and she got up to join the girls on the tumble bars, suddenly feeling a little more confident. Perhaps she had also found herself some new friends too...