You loo into the rows of seats to see your son sitting nervously among the much larger teenagers in the classroom. You watch the class settle down as Rumiko smiles down at you before addressing the class.
"Alright, Alright, settle down. Let's do attendance. Heather Simmons?" She called to a response.
You sat and listened to the woman call role as you couldn't help but swish with the slightest movement of the desk by her typing fingers. She continued until she got to the last name.
"And last, and certainly least, Jack Harper?"
"Here!" Your son squeaks as Rumiko laughs.
"Come on up here squish boy!" She yells at him as the rest of the class lets off a laugh and Jack hops up and slowly walks toward the desk which you were sitting on. She grabbed your son and folded his struggling body until he was the shape of panties, and shoved him into her skirt and presumabley her ass cheeks as the class poured out laughter and you sat helplessly in your bottle.
"Now Class, I expect you to have the notes over..." She continued like she hadn't just done an atrocious act to another human being, let alone your son. She looks down at you every so often but returns to her class, as of ignoring you was symbolism for ignoring your rights as a human being.
She finished up class as the bell rang and you watched the teacher
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