Physics class

“First things first,” Paul thought, a sly grin spreading across his face. He’d had a long-standing feud with his physics teacher, Miss Christine Roberts. She often accused him of being lazy and didn’t hesitate to voice her opinions, humiliating him in front of the entire class.

Then there was the incident last year. Paul shuddered at the memory. Miss Roberts had dragged him to the teachers' office after a classroom disruption and made him stand there, hands on his head, while she yanked his trousers down. Unfortunately for Paul, that day he hadn’t been wearing any boxers, leaving him utterly bottomless. To make matters worse, the teachers’ lounge wasn’t fully enclosed—its open doorway faced the hallway, exposing him in all his vulnerability to anyone passing by.

Now, its payback time

Paul had deliberately arrived late to ensure the dreaded mathematics class was already in full swing. He paused at the door, peering inside. Miss Roberts stood at the front of the room, casually leaning against her desk as she explained a problem on the board. She was dressed in her usual laid-back style—a fitted black T-shirt paired with loose black jeans.

Objectively, Miss Roberts was an attractive woman. Her figure was striking, with sizable curves, wide hips, and long, glossy brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Unlike the other teachers, who dressed more formally, Miss Roberts favored a relaxed, understated wardrobe.

Paul’s grin widened as he thought about his plan. Today, he’d make sure to humiliate Miss Roberts, in a very very public way.