Chapter 6: How the World Works

The school disciplinarian sat across from Tyler and me. Tyler’s shoulders slumped as he gazed at his clasped hands, tight on the desk. I wiggled and tried to adjust the dildo and butt plug inside me. The situation didn’t bother me as much as the burn inside my belly. The white-walled room had a SUCK poster behind the disciplinarian that featured a black dog with a bright pink tongue that lolled to the right, with a yellow wheat field behind. Behind Tyler and I, a poster with the words, Discipline Integrity Compassion, the old motto, splashed across an oversized rainbow-colored hand with its thumb stuck up. Someone had drawn a black happy face on the thumb.

“We are waiting for Teacher Nyun,” Disciplinarian Jackson said. Close-cut, white hair with deep creases across his face, his blue eyes stared between Tyler and me at the thumb poster. His head appeared small between his shoulders, and he frowned with his palms flat on the table. Each hand had scars on the back, and his right hand only had a thumb and index finger. He wore his military uniform, black and green, and an arm filled with colorful strips. He sat as if he had a pole for a spine.

I shifted to press the seat against the dildo and push it in further; I would die if it fell out during the interview. My nipples pressed against my bra and demanded that I pinch or play with them. Disciplinarian Jackson’s gaze strayed to them before they jerked back to stare between us. Taylor’s acidic sweat overpowered my musk. I had never sat in Disciplinarian Jackson’s office or interview room before. He had no personal objects other than a moist umbrella in a brass bucket on the left of the door. The table in the center of the room had no drawers or anything on top of it, with five flat, hardwood, straight-back chairs around it. Two that Tyler and I sat on faced Disciplinarian Jackson, and the other two at the table ends. The table dominated the room, only inches between the chairs and the walls.

I fiddled with my phone but kept it off. Disciplinarian Jackson, the scariest person in the school, always treated me with kindness. As a veteran, he could kill any of us with minimal effort, and yet, he had the best jokes and spent most of the day smiling. My dad explained someone like him knew what mattered in life and didn’t care about anything else. He didn’t take shit from students or staff but also treated everyone with respect and courtesy. We considered ourselves lucky to have someone like him at the school as war heroes usually worked at the central offices, but he liked to help teenagers grow into humans and chose to work here.

Teacher Nyun knocked and stuck his head in. He had a white bandage across his nose and two black eyes. Our school nurse can work wonders and has had lots of practice. Disciplinarian Jackson pointed to the chair closest to the door, to my right. Teacher Nyun stumbled into the chair and slumped into it. I stared at Teacher Nyun while Disciplinarian Jackson’s gaze darted between us.

“Teacher Nyun, please explain the sequence of events,” Disciplinarian Jackson said, his eyes darted to my chest and then down to my belly button before he returned to the point between Tyler and me. I loved the attention from such a powerful man. While old, he had experience, and as both a Hulk and Flash, he would be exciting to have in bed. Maybe, he could be a guy for the double penetration tonight, if that option wins.

“Tyler arrived late...” I tuned out Teacher Nyun’s explanation. I stared at Disciplinarian Jackson’s eyes; I wanted to capture them. The dildo and butt plug had consumed my mind, and while I never sexually looked at Disciplinanrian Jackson, now I imagined his two fingers shoved up my ass while he fucked me fast and hard. Tyler might also help. My musk grew, and the juxtaposition of my sexual thoughts, while I trembled with fear about what we would get for punishment, caused my mind to imagine the possibilities of the two of them, or even three; what the hell, Teacher Nyun could join us. Why does fear increase, instead of decrease, sexual arousal?

The strong oak smell from Teacher Nyun made my eyes water. Disciplinarian Jackson continued to gaze past us with the odd unconscious glance at my chest. I half closed my eyes while I stared at a tiny imperfection on the table near Tyler. Tyler slumped further until Teacher Nyun said, “That’s when I was struck in the face, for no reason.”