Self-Control

Ms. Peach shuck her head.

Was it the end of class already?!

Glancing up at the clock, and re-calibrating herself she confirmed it was so.

Turning to face her strangely silent class, Ms. Peach was surprised to find a flock of horrified faces.

Girls and Boys alike.

Some were pale on the verge of passing out.

Some shook with fear.

A small minority even looked disgusted.

That's when Ms. Peach heard the soft sounds of a broken crying male. Luke the obvious source, crumpled on her front desk limp, legs having given out a long while ago. His lower thighs to back side a black red of cut lines, blood vessels dribbling on a few.

Self-Control

Words echoing in her head Ms. Peach calmly stared back at her class composure unphased.

Wish!

Swinging her deadly weapon in the air Ms. Peach used her cane as a pointer, she gave the release command to her students.

"You heard the bell, dismissed, I won't give any of you the chance of using me as a excuse for being late."

Well practiced ladies went first gathering there things in a unusual rush, curtsying to there superior in the most uncharacteristically traditional of fashions before leaving.

Males followed close behind the last girl, jumping up from there seats as soon as she stepped out the door.

Class empty Ms. Peach sat next to Luke for a short while watching him whimper. Her eyes carefully examining her handy work. Elegantly structured, brutal in its persition, each line had landed perfectly under one another. How many times had she done up and down Luke's poor ass too?

Once?

Twice?

Three Time?

She'd lost track, everything had gone red...

Standing up Ms. Peach carefully layed a hand on her students waist rubbing gently.

"I don't think you'll mind skipping 2nd period."