"Found him. Jason Miller, who was marked absent from his kindergarten class today."
Your jaw dropped at those words, as the secretary turned her monitor to show Ms. Adams. There was a picture of Jason that admittedly looked somewhat like you, though Jason was slightly rounder than you. Still, you couldn't believe this was happening. You had to stop it now.
"I'm not Ja-mmmmmppph!"
You were flung face-first into Ms. Adams's cleavage, where you struggled for breath against her orbs.
"There there, Jason, we'll get you back to your class in no time."
She looked over the monitor.
"Where is the classroom? I'll take the little guy over there."
"Down the hall, second door on the left. Mrs. Peters is the name of his teacher."
"Thank you! Ready, Jason?"
You screamed, but Ms. Adams only giggled at the muffled sound, keeping you firmly against her chest, as she left the admin office and followed the directions to the classroom.
She knocked softly on the door. You couldn't see a thing, only hear the exchange between Ms. Adams and Mrs. Peters.
"Hey, I think this is one of yours. Jason Miller?"
"Oh, really? I wondered where he was this morning, but I had thought he was sick or something."
"Found him wandering the halls of the high school, insisting he's one of them."
"Ah, well Jason has an active imagination. Isn't that right, Jason?"
You felt a hand tussle your hair, and you once more cried out your protests with nothing escaping. The two women seemed to take the garbled sounds as affirmation.
"Well, I suppose I'll leave him here with you, then."
"Thanks for finding him. I'm not sure how he got in there, but I'll keep a close eye on him today."
"Oh, it's no problem. I love kids."
You were finally removed from Ms. Adams' cleavage as you were handed off, your back against some other woman's chest, her own breasts pressing against you. Ms. Adams bent down, giving you one last glimpse of that chest you had grown to know too long.
"Now you behave, little guy," she said with a smile.
Then she turned and sashayed away, you staring at her swaying hips until you were turned to face Mrs. Peters. The woman was a good bit older, possibly as old as your own mother, but had a youthful face and a chest barely held in by her dress.
"Now, you are lucky that nice woman brought you back, Jason. Who knows what could have happened to you?"
"But I-"
"No excuses, Jason. You're in big trouble. No recess for you. You'll have to stay in here with me."
"But I'm not a-"
A sharp slap against your butt quickly shut you up.
"No more protests from you, or I'll give you a proper spanking," Mrs. Peters said sternly.
She then carried you properly into the classroom, and you sighed at the bright colors and the many other children sitting at their desks drawing something.
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