Fast forward to next chemistry class.

It's two days later, and you slink into Ms. Victoria's chemistry class, hoping she has since forgotten her pledge to check you for an erection during each class. When you see her enter, her eyes train on you immediately, letting you know she hasn't. She doesn't say anything at first, instead setting her books on the desk. She then turns around to address the class.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know we had a little incident last time we saw each other, and as I told Brent after class, it is important that we don't let it happen again. That is why I would like him to stand up." You shudder, but see no way out of the situation. Standing up, you approach her, and turn to the side.

"See." you say "No erection."

"It doesn't seem like it, but with a penis as small as yours, you can't always tell from the outside."

"You're kidding. What does that mean?"

"It means we need to check further. However, I am not allowed to carry out the inspection any further." You gulp, fearing what's coming next. "That is why a student will have to do it for me. Now, to make it fair, it will be a different student every class"

"No." you say, but she doesn't hear you, or at least pretends she doesn't.

"Today I think Ms. Bernard will do. Come here."

A curvy blonde in the back stands to her feet, a smile on her face. She almost jogs to the front, causing her breasts to bounce slightly, which almost causes you to fail the inspection. Thankfully you manage to hold your hormones at bay.

"Now, Ms. Bernard, please pull back Brent's waistband, and check him for an erection."

Your eyes go wide, but the girl doesn't hesitate. She pulls the front of your waistband forward, and looks down at your tiny, flaccid cock, giggling quietly.

"Nope," she says "Tiny as ever." This line causes you to blush, and gives the class a good laugh, as she takes an extra second to allow your waistband to snap back.

"Alright," says Ms. Victoria. "take your seats so we can move on with class. Brent, congratulations on keeping that little thing under control today."

She snickers, as you sit down in your desk, your eyes locked on your textbook for the rest of class. As you leave the class, fearing the rest of hell week, you repeat one phrase to yourself. "Wait until practice starts... just wait until practice starts.