Lucky them, they do

A few minutes later the door opened again as Amelie and Jessica both returned to the room. It was obvious that Amelie could hardly walk with the heels, so Jessica was helping her.

Since Mr. James did not say anything about it, nor did he punish them for it, there must not be a rule against one girl helping another.

I am sure he hoped for them to be late again. You think.

"Now that we are finally all here, why dont we start with the class." He took out a tablet, just like the one the girls are wearing, and pressed some buttons on it. Instantly all the glass balls which were on the chokers of the girls lit up blue.

"Take out your homework." You were a bit surprised, since you didn't know you had homework. Hell you didn't even know you had Math today, but you just acted as you normally did when you had failed to complete your homework. You opened your bag, took out some papers with random scribble written on them and pretended that it was your homework. As long as you do not have to actually present the assignment, the trick usually works...

Wait you think to yourself as you look at the written papers you pulled out of your bag,
this is something mathy. Has "future me" given me a completed assignment, just the way he stuck me in this class? Well at least I am not a dick to myself. You smiled and looked Mr. James straight in the face. You knew how much he loved to call you out on your homework, because he knew you rarely had it, and if you had it, it was usually wrong. Today, though, you had the feeling it would be 100% right.

Mr. James seemed not to care. Bullocks. He just took out his list of students and went through them alphabetically.

"Susan Adams, did you do your homework completely?" He didn't even look up at her.
"Yes I did." She just said. A second of silence, then he continued.
"Brittany Ceasel?" She answered quickly, obviously knowing that she was being called up next.
"I did all of my math homework for today." Another pause and he continued.

Wait. There is something wrong here. I don't know all the last names in my class, but since we often go by alphabetical order, I know the first few. The second one is a guy. Kevin Boles. What about him? Is this another thing "future me" made just for girls? Do boys no longer have to do homework? That would be cool. Unfair, but cool.

He went on and on, and after 6 girls, you thought to yourself Damn, this is boring. Even IF someone had not done them, she could just lie. He is not even controlling them. This logic was immediately disproven as Mr. James reached the 7th name on his list - Denise Hawkins.

"I have done my homework." Silence. Then Mr. James asked with a smile.
"Have you done all your math homework for today?" Another pause. You looked over at Denise. She was a quite cute girl. Not even 5'. That was kind of a good thing since the jacket she was obviously allowed to wear covered her complete upper body and even more of her lower body than her skirt. You knew that, because you couldn't see her skirt at all.

"I have" -BRRRRRRR- A loud buzzer sound was heard and her chocker-glass turned red.

"I believe we have a liar in our midst. I will write that down... No homework... and lying. Two signs of bad behaviour just at the start, little Denise. I would have thought better of you."

The teacher then just calmly continued the list. All 15 girls in the class were called and asked the status of their homework., Still, you remained unsure why only asking them was enough to verify their honesty.

"Jessica Thompson. Have you done all of your math homework for today?" Of course, as Tommy had indicated earlier, Jessica could not reply with the ball gag, so she just nodded.

"I can't hear you, Jessica, have you done your homework?" She nodded again, this time speaking in the gag. "uus ah aahf" Mr. James looked up in her face.

"Please speak clearly, or I will not be able to determine if you are lying or not." Tears hit her eyes but she did not try to say something again.

"So I will write you down for no homework then."

"See, he is just a dick." Tommy whispered to you. "That is why a ball gag is just the meanest thing he could have done."

You understand. You feel really sorry for Jessica, but even if this reality was made by the future you, you are unsure if it would be okay to just stand up now and comfort her.

At this point your mobile phone recieved a text message. Luckily it was muted. You opened it up and read:
"Dear mortal, yes its me again. Listen, I just got bombarded with these memories of you fucking up this perfect day with your remorse. Believe me, this is not so bad. But since I know myself, I know you don't believe me just because of this, so listen.

I changed the school. Not only the classes and rules, but the whole school. It is now by far the best school in the world. Fuck Yale, Harvard or any place else. If you get your degree at this school, you are free to choose your job. Everyone knows that. So everyone who is REALLY not okay with how they are being treated here can just leave the school and go to another one. The rules only apply for our school. So stop pitying everyone and ruining my memories with doing so. They are all here out of their own free will. Just enjoy the fucking day. I know that we have a bit of a fetish for humiliation, so just FUCKING enjoy it. Jeez, why am I this stupid."

I am a dick. you think. But I guess if what I just read is right, then future me is right too. If they are here voluntarily, then I dont have to pity them so much. Sure, Mr. James is still an asshole, but at least not to me. Lets get on with this.

Mr. James was just about to call the last girl's name, "Nadine Yang". He raised his eyes at this point and smiled. You knew from personal experience that it was never a good sign if that man smiled. "Oh, sorry, I almost forgot this. Cunt, have you done all your math homework for today correctly?" You remembered that according to her tablet device, Nadine was to be referred to as Cunt. Mr. James was sticking to those requirements.

"Yes I have" -BRRRRRRR- "but... but I do!" -BRRRRRR- "I have finished my homework! I have it here, I can show it to you, if you want" This time the buzzer remained silent.

"I asumed you had it, so I just went on with the part of checking if it is correct too. So of course I won't write you down, but you do have a mistake in the assignment ... and you did just lie to your teacher twice, so of course I have to put that in your data." Nadine/Cunt looked down in shock.

Mean trick, using that on her. Mr. James knows Nadine was not really good at math and had no chance of having answered all of the questions correctly.

"Now, since most of you did complete the homework and we are behind our schedule, I will just make this quick. Does anybody have further questions about the homework?"

No one raised a hand so Mr. James nodded.

"Good, then lets start with the next subject. Differentiations.

You already know that the function term f(x) is also called Y..."

Is he really going to teach math now? Just now as I decided that I could enjoy the humiliation?