Found in a Bad Position
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
aypgirl
Just as Ms. Jackson was about to sit down, a thought flashed through her head. She remembered that tiny boy, Phil, and it dawned on her that she had put him somewhere. Ms. Jackson realized that Phil was on her seat, and she was about to sit on him. She froze mid-descent, and got back up. She turned around and saw Phil, still horrified at almost getting crushed. As she breathed a sigh of relief, a wicked thought went through her mind.
"Phil!" she said in mock anger, "What are you doing?" Phil looked at her confused and said "what do you mean? You put me here." Ms. Jackson shook her head and said "class ended, why are you still here?" Phil was not sure what to answer. He looked up and said "well, I thought that....." Before he could finish, Ms. Jackson said, "oh, I get it, you thought you could just stare at my ass some more! Thought you could get a close up view if I sat down? I'm very disappointed in you." The tiny student's jaw dropped, and he said "that wasn't it at all!"
Ms. Jackson picked Phil up and held him up to her eyes, her fist closed tightly around him. "I'm sorry Phil, but you will just have to be punished for this." Phil looked straight ahead, awaiting what she would say. It wasn't like she could make him write on the board that he was sorry, the chalk was probably bigger than he was. His teacher's lips curled into a smile and said "I guess you'll have to learn to respect me, and my ass. For the rest of the day, you will be plastered to my ass. Wherever it goes, you will go. At the end of the day I'll see if you learned anything."
Phil started screaming, explaining that he didn't do anything wrong, but Ms. Jackson was too drunk with power to care. She reached around and placed Phil under her skirt to her waiting ass, bypassing the minuscule thong. She used her other hand to grab a piece of scotch tape, and proceeded to tape Phil face-first to her ass. Phil was forced against the woman's flesh, unable to break free. Ms. Jackson lowered her skirt and said "now, let's test this out." She pulled over her chair and sat down hard, crushing Phil underneath her. She wriggled around, making sure to grind him as roughly as she could. When she was done, she stood up, lifted up her skirt, took out a mirror, and used it to see how her prisoner was.
Phil wasn't moving, since he had no energy after his ordeal. Ms. Jackson poked at him with her finger, and he started showing some signs of life. "Good," she said, "it would have been a shame if I had killed you. Off we go then." Ms. Jackson lowered her skirt back down and went on to the rest of her day........
"Phil!" she said in mock anger, "What are you doing?" Phil looked at her confused and said "what do you mean? You put me here." Ms. Jackson shook her head and said "class ended, why are you still here?" Phil was not sure what to answer. He looked up and said "well, I thought that....." Before he could finish, Ms. Jackson said, "oh, I get it, you thought you could just stare at my ass some more! Thought you could get a close up view if I sat down? I'm very disappointed in you." The tiny student's jaw dropped, and he said "that wasn't it at all!"
Ms. Jackson picked Phil up and held him up to her eyes, her fist closed tightly around him. "I'm sorry Phil, but you will just have to be punished for this." Phil looked straight ahead, awaiting what she would say. It wasn't like she could make him write on the board that he was sorry, the chalk was probably bigger than he was. His teacher's lips curled into a smile and said "I guess you'll have to learn to respect me, and my ass. For the rest of the day, you will be plastered to my ass. Wherever it goes, you will go. At the end of the day I'll see if you learned anything."
Phil started screaming, explaining that he didn't do anything wrong, but Ms. Jackson was too drunk with power to care. She reached around and placed Phil under her skirt to her waiting ass, bypassing the minuscule thong. She used her other hand to grab a piece of scotch tape, and proceeded to tape Phil face-first to her ass. Phil was forced against the woman's flesh, unable to break free. Ms. Jackson lowered her skirt and said "now, let's test this out." She pulled over her chair and sat down hard, crushing Phil underneath her. She wriggled around, making sure to grind him as roughly as she could. When she was done, she stood up, lifted up her skirt, took out a mirror, and used it to see how her prisoner was.
Phil wasn't moving, since he had no energy after his ordeal. Ms. Jackson poked at him with her finger, and he started showing some signs of life. "Good," she said, "it would have been a shame if I had killed you. Off we go then." Ms. Jackson lowered her skirt back down and went on to the rest of her day........
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