You refuse...

“Uhh… I’m sorry Mr. Vargas, I… umm… appreciate that you feel the need to enforce discipline, but I really don’t think it’s my place to be the one to punish Ms. Banner,” you manage to get this out despite feeling like you’re physically shrinking under the Superintendents fierce stare.

“Fine, then the two of you can be punished together. Both of you put your hands on my desk here.”

As physically imposing as Mr. Vargas was, his authoritative manner was strong enough that he didn’t even need to lay a hand on either of you to get you to comply. Side by side, you both bend over enough to put your hands flat on the desk. You look sideways at Ms. Banner and see that she is flushed with anger and embarrassment. She quickly returns your look, glowering at you as if to say “this is all your fault.”

You could hear a cabinet drawer open and shut behind you and then you felt Mr. Vargas stick something in to your cooch. Just a second later, you saw Ms. Banner stagger a little as Mr. Vargas yanked down her pants and did the same to her. Mr. Vargas then threw a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt at you, both of which were too large. The sweatpants hung very low on your hips, exposing a little bit of your pubic hair, and constantly threatened to fall off altogether.

“Now, follow me please.”