Under the teachers desk

Under the teachers desk Part 16

Part 16

"What do you think I should do with you?" "Should I call Mrs. H? Should I expel you? Hmm?" She then looks at me expectantly. I don't know what to say. Neither option is good for me! But I can't think of anything to say. She impatiently waits for my answer. I can hear her foot tapping the ground as she grows more and more impatient. She then picks up her phone stating "I think I will call Mrs. H to get her opinion. Since you can't seem to say anything!" Instinctively, it was like lightning went off! I sprung to my feet and went around her desk. In half a second, I was on my hands and knees behind her desk. I wasn't controlling my body. It was just doing this. She turned as she saw me coming. Now I begin begging her to not call Mrs. H. I don't even know what is happening... words are just pouring out of my mouth. "Please don't call her! I will do anything! Please I am begging you! I keep begging sounding absolutely pathetic. When she finally stops me by shoving her foot onto my lips. "Ok, so you just want me to expel you?" She questions as she removes her foot from my lips. "No please don't expel me! I'm begging! I will do anything you want! Please." She then uses the tip of her shoe to raise my face to look her in the eye. "Well there is another option..." she coos trailing off. I immediately jump on this idea. "Yes please! I will take the other option please just don't expel me or call Mrs. H." Principal Amy then says "this option is not for everyone. It won't be pleasant for you! And you must agree completely before I can tell you what it is." I instantly agree without even thinking "yes anything!" "I agree!" She laughs and says ok while turning around in her chair. She flips through a file cabinet pulls out a paper and then turns back to me. She grabs a pen off her desk. "If you sign this... there is no turning back. You will have to do everything I say!" "This is a legal binding document. Are you sure you agree?" "Yes I agree! Anything is better than the other options!" She then drops the paper on the ground in front of me and drops the pen on top of the paper. "Sign the very bottom." Is all the instructions I get. I pick up the pen and sign the paper without even so much as glancing through it. She picked up the paper and pen, sets the pen back on her desk and places the paper in her copier. She makes several copies and scans it in to her computer. I just now realize what I've done. I have absolutely no idea what I just signed. It could say anything! Why didn't I read it before signing? Principal Amy begins laughing uncontrollably. "I can't believe you just signed that! And you didn't even read it!" "Do you know what it says?" I humbly respond "no I don't know, but it has to be better than getting expelled or you calling Mrs. H." She types away at her computer ignoring me. After a few minutes she turns to me and places a booted foot on the back of my head forcing my face down onto her other boot. This is the first time I notice what she is wearing: black dress pants with a pair of black high heel boots. The boots are obviously dirty and well worn. "Kiss my boot" She demands. I try to raise my head to look at her and protest but her other foot keeps my head in place. I defeatedly give a quick kiss on the top of her dusty boot. She removes her boot from my head. I raise up to look at her. Just as our eyes meet, she jabs me in the neck with a needle. "That was just a precaution in case you misbehave." "Now since I know you didn't read it... the paper you signed is a slave contract!" "There is a lot of legal crap, but basically it boils down to 'I OWN YOU!' you are my slave and must do anything I say immediately without protest." "It also gave me permission to give you that shot." She forces my head back down to the floor. She then raises her feet up and carelessly drops them onto the back of my head and neck. She crosses her legs and reclines back. "Now I understand that are you new to this... so I am going to explain this once and only once!" "You will continue going to class just as normal. Every day before and after school you will come here to my office and lay down under my desk. I will use you how I see fit. Class starts at 8:00 so you can be here at 6:30 am every day." I cut her off "Please Principal Amy... I already have other obligations starting at 6:30 am every morning. I can't be here." "What do you have to do?" She snarls. "Mrs. H does private tutoring with me then." I lied, but I couldn't tell her the truth. Principal Amy thinks for a second before responding "I am nothing if not fair... and your studies do come first. So you can be here at 5:00 am and I will let you leave at 6:30." "Now class lets out at 4:30 in the afternoon so being here by 4:35 pm daily will work." She digs her heel painfully into my neck while talking. My nose is smashed into carpet. "Let's go over some of my general expectations of my slave. For starters "slave" is your name whenever we are alone. Secondly, you don't speak unless spoken to. Finally, you will do exactly what I say when I say and how I say without complaining and without protesting!" "Now for some specifics to give you an idea what you will be required to do. You will clean my shoes daily. Every day after class you will be in position under my desk at 4:35 laying on your back. If I am in here when you get here then you will immediately get to cleaning my shoes while I use you as my footstool. If I am not in here you will wait there silently and wait for me unless I have given you another assignment. Now for the part that you are absolutely going to hate! My feet are sore by the end of the day walking in heels. So after my shoes are cleaned, you will remove them and massage my feet. I think probably 30 minutes per foot will suffice, but we can adjust that as needed. That's all I will tell you for now. You will learn more as you go." She then removes her boots from my neck. Then she drops them on the ground in front of my face. "Now get into position!" "You will start today!" I crawl under her desk and lay down. She rolls her chair in and callously drops her high heel boots onto my chest. She moves around a little bit before finding a comfortable position. She then moves her left foot to my face. I lay there motionless feeling sick to my stomach. How could I have agreed to this?