Learn Your Place Ch. 2 - Sex Stories

Learn Your Place Ch. 2

We step back into the classroom to see that everyone’s chatting up a storm, laughing it up, or just being rowdy like some fucking idiots. I look over to her and see that she’s still intimidated. I bring my hand to her back, gently rubbing it to calm her nerves. Guess it worked. She suddenly looks a bit more relaxed. She then heads to the front of the class.

“Hey!” she shouts in a demanding tone, gathering a shocked expression from every face in the room, including mine, “Sit down!”

A moment of silence passes before snickers are heard. Then the entire class erupts into laughter.

“Oh no,” someone says mockingly, “She used her outside voice. Guess we gotta do what she says now.”

“I said. Sit. Down.” she says, less loud, but more serious.

“Aww,” someone else rebuttals, “She’s getting all serious. What are you gonna do if we don’t?”

“God, you people are stupid,” she responds.

That got their attention. But before anyone else can say anything, she says,

“Let me explain: You’re too infatuated with the fact that you only have a few months left before you’re done with school. Oh, yeah. Nearly there. No rules. But you fools forgot one thing- America’s school system is a real bitch and a half. Meaning, if there’s time to bring you into this building, there’s time for worksheets and other things, say, ensuring that you’re here when you should be. Now, with a system that absolutely bends you over if you breach one of those two things, you’d think at least one of ...

... your five functioning brain cells would tell you that you should behave.”

Crickets. No one says a single thing.

“So yeah,” she continues, “Continue to joke around. Keep bullying the tiny teacher. Go ahead. Bullshit around everything you need to be doing until the last minute. Make it more satisfying when I get to see most of you here next year...Oh, no, seriously, keep it up. I’m not gonna stop you. Like one of you said: first amendment. Say whatever the fuck you want. I’m all ears...No? Nothing? No more of you guys trying to be comedians? Just gonna stand and stare at me like a bunch of piss ants?...That’s what I thought. Now sit down, raise your hand at your name, and shut the fuck up!”

Everyone obeys her order, immediately scattering to their seats like a bunch of bitches. I’m surprised I didn’t hear any whimpering. But holy fuck. Looks like that squeaky voiced wimp is dead and gone. Almost brings a tear to my eye. She then sits down, logging back into her computer and taking roll.

Class goes on in silence so deafening, you could hear flies exchanging rumors. Everyone just raised their hands, did their work, and sat in their chairs without a word. She really did a fantastic job. That couldn’t have even been done in the months leading up to this.

Eventually, the bell rings and everyone gathers their things before scampering off. I stay behind and make my way to her desk.

“Impressive,” I say, earning a blush as she types on her computer,,

“Th-thank you,” ...