Right to the Point...

The student stays behind, visibly nervous, as you shoo the last of his classmates out of the classroom and close the door, locking it behind them. You turn around to face the boy, evil intent in your eyes as you walk toward him

“So, ma’am, what did you wanna-“ he’s interrupted by your high-heeled foot slamming up between his skinny little legs. His knees buckle and he drops to the floor like a sack of kittens. “I wanted to make sure that I have your full attention, you little failure.”

He squirms on the floor, hands between his thighs, “Why?!” He squeals. “Because you are disrespecting me, and my teachings, with your results. I have never had someone not even get one C in my class, yet here you are. Do you feel that pain and aching in your little balls? Well you’ll have to get used to that kind of pain and misery if you flunk high school and don’t graduate, like you’re on track to do!”

“I’m sorry miss-“ you step on his head, “No excuses! Everyone else in this class is doing at least passably, and you might be the first kid to ever not pass my class. That hurts my feelings, and my reputation. But I’m willing to do it. However, I want to offer you one chance. If you allow me to bust your little, probably hairless balls, take it like a good bitch, and not snitch, then I will give you a passing grade. If not, then you will fail my class, not graduate, and the pain you’ve already gone through will be for nothing. Got it?”