You sit in her office in your wet pants for what feels like forever. After a stern glance at you the vice principal hasn't said a word. Sitting there you start to feel angry about the turn of events.
"You know, you could have just let me go to the bathroom. I didn't need to wet my pants. You also didn't have to bring me into my class and show off my shame!" You realize by the end your voice is almost a squeak and you are crying. She sits there unmoved and unemotional.
"You done?" She asks. Eyebrow raised. Crying you nod yes. "Good. Because I know kids like you. Coasting along spoiled as hell, always getting your way. You make me sick. I saw a chance to take you down a peg and I took it. Now you come in my office and yell at me? I've had enough." She steps around her desk and grabs you by the neck. "Bend over." She says shoving your face down. You gasp as she yanks down your urine sodden pants and underoos. "This is how bad boys should be treated." You don't know what she is talking about but you can't focus because her hand has come down hard on your bare ass. *SMACK* It hurts so bad you try to squirm out of her grasp. *SMACK* "STOP WRIGGLING!" She yells hitting you again. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* She eventually slows down panting a little. "Now sit and be a good boy." She says. You pull up your soaked pants and sit almost pouting. She's going to get it when your mommy gets there. Mommy? Where did that come from?
Her desk buzzes and the secretary says "Ma'am his Mom is here. Should I send her back?"
"Yes please." Your Mom walks into the office. She looks at you her gaze lingering on your wet pants. You go to tell her what happened but she holds up a finger.
"Glad you're here." She says to your Mom. "We had a bit of a problem. I had to discipline him before you got here." Your Mom glares at you and you don't think today is going to turn out at all like you thought it would.
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