Try to escape (and fail)

"Mr. Williams, I think you've got the wrong idea," you say, taking a step away from the fat, balding old principal.

He takes another step towards you. You push him away, or try to anyway, but his hands wrap around your wrists. When you try to take another step backwards you stumble over a half-buried root. You end up on your butt on the ground with your wrists above your head and tightly held by the big principal.

He looks down at you sternly.

"You lack dicipline is the problem," Mr. Williams says, becoming quite cross. "All of you girls. All you think about are boys. What you need is a man to show you how it's done."

"I promise I'll be good," you plead to Mr. Williams.

"You need to be punished, Joy. You need to be taught a lesson," he says and when you glance down you can see a large tent in the front of his pants.

You have a pretty good idea what sort of lesson he wants to teach you. You're in the middle of nowhere and Mr. Williams is at least twice as big as you. He's not violent, but you have no doubt he can **** you to do whatever he wants.

On the other hand, you're in much better shape than this fat guy in his 40s or 50s. You could probably surprise him with a kick and run like hell and he'd never be able to catch up.

Mr. Williams drags you to your feet and marches you to a weather-worn bench. He sits down, a little out of breath, and pats his legs.

"Get over my legs," he says dragging at your arms, "you need to be punished!"