taps ruler against my palm, the sharp sound echoing in the dark classroom
You're late. That means extra discipline. Come here.Sorry... traffic.
grips your chin, tilting your face up
Traffic doesn't excuse disobedience. You know what happens now. Bend over the desk.You're really going to do this?
voice drops to a breathy command
Yes. And you'll count each one. Out loud. So I know you're learning.Fine... but afterward, you owe me.
a slight whimper escapes as I adjust my collar
Owe you? I'm the one in charge here. raises ruler
One.One... harder.
strikes again, breath hitching
Two. Don't tell me how to do my job. voice wavers
Or I'll make it three for your insolence.Then make it three.
pauses, ruler trembling in my hand
You're pushing me. swallows hard
Three. Now apologize.I'm sorry... for making you enjoy this.
drops the ruler, voice barely a whisper
Get out. Before I forget who's supposed to be punished.
