"Mr. Jones!" Summer exclaimed seeing her teacher enter into the classroom. "Look who we have here, I bet someone got into a disagreement with the senior girls again" Mr. Jones stated while shutting and locking the classroom door behind him.
Mr. Jones was not a cunning or good looking guy, he was an overweight, middle-aged science teacher that made an alliance with the upperclassmen girls to help bully and torture the freshman class and "newbies" to school.
"They were smoking cigarettes behind the gymnasium!" Summer cried out while trying to writhe out of being tied up to the chair. "Aren't you going to do something about it?" Summer asked in an angry tone of voice. "Oh, you have no idea Miss Salt, someone needs to be taught a lesson from this" Mr. Jones rambled on while walking to his desk and picking up a roll of duct tape.
"Your detective work that you are known for has no place in school, you will need to learn your place." Mr. Jones continued while pulling up a chair and sitting down right in front of Summer. "This is BS! What those girls were doing is illegal and you shoul....mpph!!" Summer was yelling at Mr. Jones and was silenced when he ripped off a piece of duct tape and slapped it over her mouth.
Summer continued with a muffled protest he couldn't understand with the tape covering her mouth "No need to plead your case Miss Salt, it's time to start your private lesson. Now what part of your body is ticklish?" Mr. Jones asked himself while he moved his chair behind her, sat down and prepared to tickle her...
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