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Chapter 9 by MaAlex90 MaAlex90

Will she be allowed to flee?

She can leave only after the others

�Sit back down, you can leave after everyone else has gone.� The teacher knew it would just further her humiliation, having her out in the hall when all the other people were. �And remember class, this a ‘touch’ time for anyone who cares.�

�NO, NO, NO!� She knew she couldn’t stop anyone who wanted to. That would only further her punishment. Before she knew what was happening, she was engulfed in a sea of hands. She sealed her eyes shut, trying to withdraw into her own world. Before she knew what happened, her seat was wet.

�Mrs. Brooks she didn’t call it out.�

Jennifer blushed reddening to a crimson color, almost the color of her fiery bottom.

Mrs. Brooks must have had some sympathy. �I will refer it to her father. She has been through enough in this class today. Now everyone leave the room. You’re going to be late for class and that can be a NUDEP offence if your teachers wish to push it.�

She didn’t have to say that twice. Almost all the kids who had been in the room darted out. All that remained were Jennifer and Paul.

�Thank you for waiting and not touching me,. Paul. At least I don’t think you touched.�

They quickly walked out of the room. �I guess if you want to, you can. You have more right than anyone who has, so far.� She took a deep breath, knowing what she just said. �This world has gone to hell and there is no going back.�

�No, I didn’t. I didn’t want to add to your situation.�

Jennifer looked at him gratefully. �Thank you, Paul.�

He looked a little sheepish. �You were dealing with enough. Now let me walk you to your next class.�

Jennifer got up and started out when Paul touched her shoulder. She turned to see what he wanted and he clumsily put his arms around her. It was so gentle and affectionate, she responded by hugging him back. Having a naked girl in his arms was a dream come true for Paul. His hand automatically dropped to her sore bottom and he pulled her in close.

She yelped when he squeezed a little but didn’t try to draw back.

He was very conscious of her bare breasts pressing up against him and he longed to get his hands on them. He let her go and as she stepped back, his eyes were drawn to them.

She saw him looking and she sighed. �You might as well touch. Everyone else did.�

He looked at her hopefully. �Is it alright?�

�I can’t really say no, can I?�

�I won’t do anything you don’t want.�

She smiled at him. �Thank you Paul but if you did it, it would be OK.�

He didn’t need any further invitation. He immediately began to fondle her until he realized, �We’ll be late. Let’s hurry.�

Jennifer didn’t want to get spanked again so they rushed out the door.

Jennifer was mixed up on the inside. She actually felt better when Paul held her like that. It was the best part of her hellish day so far. She wanted to stay next to him. At least there she felt safe and her present state wasn’t on her mind. Yet she would like to keep her bottom from getting a brighter shade of red. At this point, it was a mad dash to their rooms. �Which class do you have next?� She knew it didn’t look good, time-wise, but they could still make it.

�I have math but it’s right next to yours. Don’t you have health next?�

�Yeah,� and she made a face. And this semester it’s sex education. �I just KNOW that the teacher there, Mr. Harvey, is going to make things simply awful for me.� She began to cry again.

�You listen to me, young lady,� Paul said to her.

She looked at him in surprise. Young lady?

�You are going to be fine. You are going to come though this with your head held high, do you hear me?�

Jennifer wasn’t used to Paul speaking to her like that. Her father, maybe, but Paul? Never. But it did make her feel a little better that someone believed she could do it even though she didn’t believe it herself. She gave Paul a quick hug. �I’m off,� and she darted into the room just a matter of seconds before the bell rang.

She took her seat and waited for the class to begin. Of course, she felt the stares from the students but nothing she hadn’t already felt. She got as low as possible in her seat, hoping Mr. Harvey would somehow overlook her. He had yet to look up from the laptop on his desk. Everyone always wondered what he was looking at, rumors had spread but no real fact. Every time a student got close, he would close the lid.

He began calling roll. One student at a time. She knew her name was drawing closer and then the words she had been dreading arrived.

What will the teacher require her to do?

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