"Oh... right." You pull your binder out, then it. You place it in her awaiting hand and turn to leave for your desk... only to have Ms. Lawson clear her throat.
"I'm sorry you seem to be having stomach issues... but you've already been late once this week. To encourage yourself and others to stay on time, I'm implementing a new rule: anyone that ends up late will have to read to the class, and will have to read longer passages, depending on how late they were. In your case, you can read your report the rest of the class."
She hands it back to you... you sigh and stare at the clock in the back of the room, and pray nothing goes wrong. You then mentally kick yourself, your cock has fallen off today, and now you just asked for nothing strange to happen... in an already embarrassing situation! If something weird is going to happen, it will probably happen now!
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