Thread: Robert's Rules (Potatolord and skittish_butterfly)

He really was such a bastard about it and even if Eve didn't just come out and say it, her face showed it while he wiped away her tears, all the while openly mocking her in front of the class. Her face burned with shame as Mr. Robert made doggie sounds he seemed to expect from her and talked to her like she actually was one. I'm not a dog! I'm not, and you'll never see... Eve trailed off, didn't finish the thought. She couldn't get around the fact that if she didn't do what he said, her future was toast. His hands were drifting down, actually touching her, at her waist, and she went silent, so ashamed to let him touch her like that in front of the class, but what choice did she have? He was walking away and Eve relaxed ever so slightly, thinking she had a few moments to try to figure some way out of this mess, but he turned on her suddenly, making her shriek like she did in the haunted house on Halloween. She would have pulled back, maybe even toppled over from her perch up on the seat, but Mr. Robert had his hand in her hair, and pretty much just jerked her down, making her stumble off the chair and land on her knees on the floor with a cry of pain and embarrassment. But he wasn't done, he was stronger than he looked, and the grip in her hair was too painful to resist, even with one hand trying to pry his fingers loose and crying for him to let her go. Mr. Robert did not let her go. The opposite. He pulled her down by her long black hair. She could see the ends already lying in the little puddle of her pee pooling under the seat. And still he didn't stop until he pressed her face right into the mess, until her face was actually wet with it on her cheek, pressed down against the hard, wet floor. She was sobbing with disgust as he held her there and lectured her like a little girl again, like a pet again. She was nodding, next time she would just do what he said, no complaining and talking, she nodded. This was too awful. Finally he pulled her up, with the pee on her cheek dribbling just a little and dripping from her chin as he held her in front of his face. His eyes glaring at her were awful, more than she could bear knowing the class was looking at her too, knowing her shame was clear for everyone to see, clear as the pee dripping from her face. She sobbed and tried to look away but he just slapped her across her dry cheek with one hand. She glared at him in disbelief. He was a teacher, he can't... And he slapped her again, same place. Not so hard, not like it would leave marks, she suspected, but it was appalling to be treated this way, that he was so confident he felt he could do that to her with all these witnesses and get away with it. She opened her lips to say something and he slapped her again, shutting her up. She went totally quiet, just sniffing back tears and looking at him while trying to focus on the tip of his nose instead of his eyes, too uncomfortable and embarrassed to meet his stare. And she still itched, still hard even just to stand still while he held her there and lectured her. At least he let go, but his last words to her before he walked off were to drink her own pee. She moaned with despair as she watched him retreat, standing there waiting for a reprieve that wasn't coming. Eve started to say something, but the expectant chuckles from some of the other kids quickly reminded her what would happen if she talked. She looked down at her mess on the floor, ready to just about be sick at the thought of it. She moaned with resignation, sobbing softly as she dropped to her knees, her eyes on the floor and the shoes of the kids gathering around even closer to watch her. She couldn't look up, couldn't face anyone. How could she ever face them again? She stayed there on hands and knees staring at her pee, until one of the other students got made at her, made at the bitch who was making us stay here, why doesn't she just do it already? Even looked up and back at Mr. Robert at his desk, praying he didn't hear that. It was now or never. Her tears dripped down her nose as she lowered her own face to the floor, bringing her lips near the pee, smelling it. She thought about how many shoes had tracked across the floor, as if even thinking about licking and slurping up her own pee wasn't gross enough. But she had no choice. She stuck out her tongue and started licking, tasting it and almost retching, the floor hard and disgusting under the pee. She knelt there for almost two minute, running her tongue over and over the floor, licking it all up like he said, stopping every few licks to dry heave, thankfully not making any worse of a mess she would almost certainly have to clean up too. She finished and her mind was a wreck, the taste of pee and floor dirt like a permanent part of her tongue now. She wanted to ask for a drink, but was afraid to talk, so she just lived with it. She was supposed to do something else now, but the room was spinning around, her head buzzing and confused. How had this happened to her? How could she get out of it? She couldn't. She was trapped. She couldn't remember what was next, knew she probably didn't want to remember. Then she remembered the price. Down on hands and knees, she suddenly remembered, dog. Pet dog. There was the cage and the leash and the... and the... the collar. She was supposed to.... The guys laughed at her pitiful moan. She got up, wiping her mouth with a dry sleeve, getting pee on her sleeve, totally disgusting, but better than having it on her face. Hopefully her mom wouldn't notice the smell when she did the laundry. She walked slowly to the front, so very slowly, until she was at his desk. She prayed he would ignore her, just leave her be, that the class would go do something else. There had to be something they could do other than ogle and ridicule her. But first she took the collar in trembling fingers. She was supposed to voluntarily put it on, to be his dog. she opened the buckle and slid it around her throat and under her hair. It was snug as she buckled it tight, close to sobbing again. Eve stood at his desk, feeling more miserable than her entire life, and started to take off the blouse, at least she wouldn't have to put up with the pee on her sleeve if she was naked like a dog.