Two weeks later...

Two weeks later, Alex stands before his literature class, surveying his kingdom with barely concealed satisfaction. The new "progressive uniform policy" has been implemented on a trial basis for seniors only. The girls wear plaid skirts that barely cover their asses, with thin G-strings clearly visible when they bend over. The boys wear looser trousers with athletic compression shorts that outline their adolescent packages.

More importantly, the "physical affirmation system" has been adopted, with strict guidelines about appropriate touch that Alex himself drafted. Male teachers are encouraged to provide "positive gluteal feedback" to female students showing exceptional work, while female teachers can offer "upper thigh affirmation" to male students.

As Tiffany Rodriguez stands at the whiteboard diagramming the symbolism in "The Great Gatsby," Alex admires the way her G-string peeks out when she reaches to write near the top of the board.

"Excellent analysis, Tiffany," he says when she finishes. "That deserves recognition."

She turns, and he delivers a firm slap to her barely-covered ass. The class, already acclimated to the new system, doesn't react. Tiffany herself just smiles and returns to her seat, the red handprint visible on her tanned skin.

"The corruption of the American Dream is central to Fitzgerald's critique," Alex continues, pacing the classroom. "Amelia, what do you think Gatsby's car symbolizes?"

A petite brunette in the back row raises her hand tentatively. "Material excess?"

"Precisely," Alex nods approvingly, walking to her desk. "Excellent insight."

He delivers a squeeze to her ass that lingers just a moment longer than necessary. She blushes but maintains eye contact—the proper response according to the "affirmation protocol" he'd established.

After class, Alex watches his students file out, feeling a surge of dark satisfaction. For years, these privileged brats had treated him with contempt. Now they literally bend over for his approval.

In the hallway, he observes Jessica Winters implementing the protocol with a male student, her hand resting on his inner thigh as she explains a physics concept. The boy's face is flushed, his compression shorts doing little to hide his reaction.

"The system works," Alex thinks smugly, heading to his next class. But he's only getting started.