I am…

I made it to my next class in time, barring the fact that I missed an entire period. History was usually one of my better classes, but today it was just a little bit difficult to focus.

I have decided that sitting is now my least favorite activity. Between the bruises forming from Father Preston’s spanking and the plug that somehow shifts into a more uncomfortable position every time I try to alleviate my poor butt, I have absolutely no clue what material is being taught today.

After class, I hear the teacher call for me to stay for a quick chat.

Shit

“Cassie, I noticed you were having trouble paying attention today. I had to call on you a couple times just to get an answer, and you didn’t even know what the subject matter was. You’re usually a great student, so I’m not going to write you up or anything, but I want to know what’s going on.”

Mr. Mark is a handsome guy, and in my opinion he’s not dour enough to work in a Catholic school, but we’re happy to have him as he’s one of the better teachers.

“I’m sorry Mr. Mark, I’m just having a rough day and I promise it won’t happen again.” What else do I tell him, that I can’t focus because I have something shoved up my ass?

“Okay Cassie. I expect better from you tomorrow, don’t disappoint me!”

“Yes sir!”