Teaching class.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

Ms. Toriumi loved her subject matter. The majority of the students might not have been terribly interested in composition, but that wasn't going to stop her from doing her best to teach them. Sure, she sprinkled her lessons with her own opinions on the authors they covered, but she was still perfectly within the guidelines of the curriculum.

As engaged as Ms. Toriumi tried to make her students, however, there were those that simply could not bring themselves to care. Instead, they looked for other ways to entertain themselves during her lessons. Today, the entertainment plan was going to include their instructor, without her knowledge. It had required showing up before class started to properly set up, but they knew it would be worth it. Just a quick bit of tampering with Toriumi's desk and seat, and everything was ready.

"Good morning, class." Ms. Toriumi said, flashing a friendly smile at her less-than-energetic homeroom. "Go ahead and talk amongst yourselves for a moment while I prepare for today's lesson."

Little did Ms. Toriumi know that she wasn't going to get much of a chance to prepare her lessons. Instead, as she gracefully took a seat at her desk, she unwittingly fell into the trap laid for her, her skirted backside planting firmly on-