Repercussions

Mrs. McDowell's mind didn't just return to the way it was, it snapped like elastic. Her subconscious turned violent against the **** which controlled it, which, although she wasn't consciously aware of it, in his meddling Nate allowed her subconscious to detect that is was his mind that restrained hers. But she wasn’t consciously aware of this. All she knew was that something was telling her that he was the enemy, and she was in a position to reprimand him for it.

"What are you doing?!" she said. She walked over to him and kicked him, lightly. It wasn't meant to hurt, just to nudge him to get up off his back. He rolled over and looked up at her from the ground.

"Dirty boy!" she said.

"Sorry." he said, apologizing instinctively.

"Get up." He climbed to his feet. "Hands on the board."

He placed his palms flat against the whiteboard. Behind him, the entire class could see his ass, still red from the spankings.

"Class, I am sorry for that rude interruption." Mrs. McDowell shook her head at Nate. "We are going to go over the answers to the quiz. I have a list of the most missed questions. Pay attention."

The class was confused, but not quite fazed. This wasn't any weirder than anything else that had happened, so they just ran with it. Their teacher put up the answers up on the projector and turned to deal with her delinquent.

"What is wrong with you?" Some of the students looked up to see what was going to happened between the two of them next. She turned back and glared at them. "Ignore us, work on your corrections." She turned back to Nate, who still had cum on his face. She looked around then, spotting a marker, grabbed it and handed it to him.

"Here." she said. "I want you to write a sentence on the board, repeatedly, until it is filled."

"What about when class ends?"

"By then the school day will be over and the principal will be down to see you. I'm sure she has something to say about this."

"Okay, fine. What do you want me to write?"

"Watch the attitude. And I want you to write... Actually, what do you think you should write."

"I will not show up to class naked?"

"And?"

"I will not masturbate in class?"

"And?"

"I will not cum on my face in front of my classmates."

Her brain had been stretched too much and she was tired. Not caring what he said as long as he looked sincere. He looked sincere enough that she let him write those words on the board.

He tried to think about this logically. He wiped the cum on his face on the back of his forearm, then he wrote out each sentence at the top of the board in a row. Then he got to world writing the first sentence: "I will not show up to class naked." again and again, in a column. When he was done he would move on to the next one. The irony of writing these things while naked and covered in cum was definitely not lost on him.

He did this until the bell rang and his teacher dismissed everyone except him. Then she went over to the phone and called the principal to come down to deal with a student. She said she wouldn't discuss why over the phone.

Nate was done by the time there was a knock on the door, so he took a seat at a desk in the front row and looked back upon his work. His legs hurt from standing too long and it felt nice to rest.

Later, there was a knock on the door. The principal stepped in. She turned and looked at the nude student, then Mrs. McDowell, then the board, then the teacher, then the student, then the teacher, then the board.

"What is going on here?!” she asked.