Trigger Warning: Sexual Harassment
'Bend Over.'
She stood in the middle of the room, red with embarrassment, shame and a hint of anger.
'What are you waiting for? Bend. Over.'
Again? How could she be here again? She had been so careful since last time. Before she left in the morning, she pulled her skirt down just a little. And when she got to school. And when she sat down. And when she stood up. And every single time she passed him in the halls.
She would look at the god-forsaken skirt every morning and see that face.
The smirk on his lips, knowing he had won. The playful glint in his eyes as he got ready to watch ‘the show.’ The look of joy that danced across his smug face.
'Are your ears working today or did you leave them at home with your decency?'
She could always hit him. Slap him right across the face and say to hell with the consequences. That would teach him a lesson and maybe save the future years from the same trauma and embarrassment.
But she had promised that she wouldn’t get in trouble at this school in return for the promise that they would be here for a while, at least until she finished this year.
So, punching him was out of the question and with it everything else that would save her from this indecency.
'I will not ask you again, Miss Grover. Bend over and pick up the pencil.'
'Yes, Sir.'
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