Punished by the teacher
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
As soon as you hear footsteps at your back, you try to crawl out from under the door. You regret not seeing anything special, but you’d rather live with the disappointment of missing this peep show then deal with the embarrassment of being caught peeking into the girls changing room. The footsteps stop behind you and you groan at your bad luck, your head is still stuck under the bottom of the door. You crawl out all the way, slowly returning to your feet with hope that your were discovered by someone that wont tell the teacher about your spying. The good news is that you wont have to worry about them telling the teacher; the bad news is that they wont tell because they are the teacher. To be precise, it’s Mrs. Tread, the meanest, most controlling teacher in school. The shit has officially hit the fan.
You stare up past her long legs and mini-skirt at her young face, scrunching down at you with an angry scowl. You don’t know her stance on students peeking on other students, but you figured it couldn’t be good. You figure for this little misdemeanor, you’ll be spending your afternoons in detention until graduation.
Mrs. Tread bends down and scoop you off the floor with her hand. you tumble around on her palm, desperately reaching for something to hold onto as she starts moving. Her steps vibrate her whole hand and you final grab onto her finger and hold on tightly. Classrooms pass you with every step and you notice that you’re being taken not to the principals office, but rather Mrs. Treads classroom. She must want to yell at you before sending you to the office. She enters the classroom with you and closes the door, you don’t start to feel uneasy until you see her lock the door behind her. You’re placed on her desk and she sits down in front of you. She hasn’t said a thing to you, which is weird because you know she loves to hear her own voice. As she sits their staring at you, she sighs softly and rubs her temples. “What I’m I going to do with you Steve? We both know simple punishment will not stop your perverse behavior. It’s imbedded into your male DNA, like all the other boys in this school. You’ll continue to gawk at girls lewdly and think dirty thoughts, nothing is going to stop that.”
Mrs. Tread sounds exhausted, unlike her usual lively self. It feels strange seeing her like this, it as if she’s a different person. Slowly you say in good humor, “Well, if the punishment isn’t going to help me, why not let me go with a warning? You can’t do anything else.” Mrs. Tread looks at you hard. You gulp nervously under her intense stare. Something you said as made the cogs in her head spin and slowly a smile develops on her face, a devilish smile.
“There is something that I can do that’s been on my mind for a while. I’m going to help you get over your perverse thoughts Steve. It’s the least I can do for your mother.”
“What do you mean my mother…” You drift off when her bus-sized hand picked you up off the desk. Her fingers curled around you and your teacher smirked at you. “I’m going to put you away until after school, then we’ll start the reeducating process.” You struggle in her hand as you hear the word ‘reeducate’. You don’t like the sound of any of this.
You stare up past her long legs and mini-skirt at her young face, scrunching down at you with an angry scowl. You don’t know her stance on students peeking on other students, but you figured it couldn’t be good. You figure for this little misdemeanor, you’ll be spending your afternoons in detention until graduation.
Mrs. Tread bends down and scoop you off the floor with her hand. you tumble around on her palm, desperately reaching for something to hold onto as she starts moving. Her steps vibrate her whole hand and you final grab onto her finger and hold on tightly. Classrooms pass you with every step and you notice that you’re being taken not to the principals office, but rather Mrs. Treads classroom. She must want to yell at you before sending you to the office. She enters the classroom with you and closes the door, you don’t start to feel uneasy until you see her lock the door behind her. You’re placed on her desk and she sits down in front of you. She hasn’t said a thing to you, which is weird because you know she loves to hear her own voice. As she sits their staring at you, she sighs softly and rubs her temples. “What I’m I going to do with you Steve? We both know simple punishment will not stop your perverse behavior. It’s imbedded into your male DNA, like all the other boys in this school. You’ll continue to gawk at girls lewdly and think dirty thoughts, nothing is going to stop that.”
Mrs. Tread sounds exhausted, unlike her usual lively self. It feels strange seeing her like this, it as if she’s a different person. Slowly you say in good humor, “Well, if the punishment isn’t going to help me, why not let me go with a warning? You can’t do anything else.” Mrs. Tread looks at you hard. You gulp nervously under her intense stare. Something you said as made the cogs in her head spin and slowly a smile develops on her face, a devilish smile.
“There is something that I can do that’s been on my mind for a while. I’m going to help you get over your perverse thoughts Steve. It’s the least I can do for your mother.”
“What do you mean my mother…” You drift off when her bus-sized hand picked you up off the desk. Her fingers curled around you and your teacher smirked at you. “I’m going to put you away until after school, then we’ll start the reeducating process.” You struggle in her hand as you hear the word ‘reeducate’. You don’t like the sound of any of this.
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