There is a pause... and a silence. Finally you ask, "Um... do I not realize I have your equipment and you have mine or..."
Ms. Range growls at the table, "Why aren't you working. Stupid thing!"
Her foul temperament begins to bubble and you see your escape oportunity. If she has no table then she cannot punish you with it. Honestly it wouldn't surprise you if it really is magic with her witchy nose so perhaps its better to be safe than sorry. You turn on your smart alec full blast, "Well I have to say I love having these huge tits. Maybe I should just rub them. oooh I just can't wait to finger myself. Are you sure that this is even a punishment... you know, aside from nothing happening."
Her glare shifts to you, "Be quiet child." Her seductive tone is gone and for a brief moment you could swear she really is a witch.
All the same you know your teacher's breaking points and you know your almost to hers. "Oh you know what would have been punishment? Your nose."
She slams her fists into the old table and it buckles and the ball bounces. "I said quiet!"
"I think the ball landed on the double zero, does that mean I win?"
This time she hits it so hard it splits and a small puff of green smoke pours out of the table. Suddenly distraught at the damage done by her own hands her rage dissipates.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.36 seconds at 12:43am on May 15, 2025 via server WEBX2.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author