Vicious Entanglement

The bell rang, allowing dismissal from period 2 class.

I can\'t believe this, I can\'t believe I have detention!, All I did was read! This is a fucking English class...and I can\'t read in it!?-

"Rebecca" Mr.McClear says cooly.

Rebecca sighs , admitting defeat, for now.

"Yes, Sir?"

All the students had already rushed out of class, anxiously up for their five minute conversations in the hallways, leaving Rebecca and Mr.McClear alone.

"The next time you decide to disobey my orders, you will regret it"

Regret it?-

"Uh, Sir, that kinda sounds like a threat" Rebecca remarked, not knowing whether or not to be worried. McClear smirked, crossing his long legs behind his desk. He was playing with a blue Bic pen in his right hand, and he brang it up to his mouth and bit on its cap. Rebecca gulped turning a light pink-

"You may leave now" He smirked, looking quite satisfied with himself.

"huh-?"

"Miss. Newland, you\'re going to be late for your next class" he added, pushing back from his desk and standing up, gathering all his books in hand. He walked over to the door, and stopped, leaning on the frame before leaving and said-

"Remember, Newland, don\'t be late"

At that , his long legs lead the way out of the classroom, leaving Rebecca alone and speechless.

-

"Hey Becca! Why the long face baby?" Laura asked a little worriedly.

"uh, nothing, just a little pissed off, I got fucking detention tomorrow morning with Mr.McClear"

"McClear? Really? Woah, that man is absolutely gorgeous, I\'m jealous! If I were you, I\'d seduce him." she winked, nudging Rebecca\'s right arm. "Laura, the man, is AT LEAST in his late 20\'s, and the way every girl describes him, makes him sound like a friggen supermodel, which he is not, plus he\'s a fucking prick who thinks way too highly of himself" Rebecca groaned. "Ok, Ok, I know how you feel about him, but you have admit...He has a NICE ass" Rebecca laughed " Laura, I\'m so happy we\'re friends, I\'ll just text you the whole time tomorrow, With you there, I\'m sure I can get through it" The bell rang once again, alarming the students that period 3 has began. Rebecca and Laura, grabbed their bags and ran the opposite way down the halls, after a quick hug, realizing they were both late for class.



Luckily, without given any shit from her math teacher, she sat through class, 10 minutes late, taking note of the trigonometrical equations and ratios that somehow equal the same undefined product using the value chart on the white-board, which was all well and good but, Rebecca\'s mind was elsewhere. She couldn\'t help but dread tomorrow mornings upbringings.



Although the day quickly passed , lunch was uneventful and physics class was the only class she enjoyed, finally understanding the lessons and chatting with Laura and a few others, till finally the bell disbanded the students from school.



After school was finished and she had left for work, Rebecca immediatley got her homework done once she finally got home. She then took a shower and went to bed, it being already 12 in the morning. Not a good start, since she already has to wake up earlier than usual.



Rebecca laid down , letting her long brown hair fall past her shoulders, and short thin legs slip into the covers. Quickly drifting off to sleep, the image of McClear burning in her mind, somehow soothing, but still irritating, helped her drift off to sleep.

-



The alarm clock beeped madly begging for Rebecca\'s attention. Her arm lazily falling out of her covers, she throws the alarm clock across the room to stop its beeping. This is her regular routine, problem is, its 6:31....which means, she\'s already late. Rebecca jumps out of bed , frantically pulling on her uniform skirt, and the rest of her well hated uniform. She rushed into the bathroom, doing what needs to be done, washing her hands and grabbing her make up quickly, slipping on her shoes and following her mother out the door as fast as possible into the car. The car took off and she begged her mom to drive faster while she frantically applied her black eyeliner ontop of some nearly nude brown shimmer and the underlying coat of foundation, that she never leaves the house without, finishing it off with a light rosy pink for blush, and raven black mascara, curling her eyelashes making her large brown eyes stand out more.



Her car stops in front of the school at 6:50, Rebecca jumped out of the car as fast as possible waving her mom goodbye.

Crap I\'m late, crap I\'m late, he\'s going to kill me, McClear, McKILLER...

calm down, what\'s he gonna do , give me another detention?-



While running up the path to the front entrance of the school, Rebecca pulls out her cellphone , texting Laura of her lateness. Opening the door and walking towards the religion classroom, receiving her message from Laura:

\'Ohhhh dayum, good luck Becca, I\'m sure he won\'t be too rough on you... ;) \'



Rebecca laughed a little, glad to have Laura with her. The door was closed to the classroom, so Rebecca, adjusted her skirt and fixed the collar on her blouse, before knocking on the door, after 2 minutes of knocking again and again with nothing but complete silence as a reply, Rebecca reached for the door handle, but stopped mid way, realising, McClear was right behind her. With one hand on the wall, and his head directly next to her left ear, he whispered-

" Miss.Newland, not only are you late but you\'re rude enough to open my classroom without permission tsk tsk tsk, what am I to do with such a terrible student" He smirked.

"You may go inside now, and sit down in the desk in front of mine please" McClear said with that usual air of a teacher tone.



So Rebecca opened the door, her french manicure nails clinking against the metal handle, she stepped into the terribly decorated classroom, covered with mismatched posters everywhere, and the blackboard a usual complete mess.



Rebecca instantly notices this , she is, after all a neat-freak and if this were her bedroom, she wouldn\'t leave till it was spotless. She sat down at the desk he had told her to sit at and pulled out her cellphone, about to message Laura before McClear had to retort "Rebecca, do you honestly think, that I would allow you to use your interactive cancer device during detention? I hope not, because you and I should have a little chat in the intelligence department"



-Don\'t insult me you walking STD-

"Rebecca, Cellphone please" He reached out his arm, and she struggled to drop it within his large white hands.

"Thank you Newland" McClear smiled as Rebecca\'s electronic addiction is out of sight closed inside McClear\'s long fingers. Rebecca sighed at her misfortune although not all that surprised. All that\'s left now is the window, but everything that may be even remotely interesting is blurred by the millions of snowflakes falling slowly onto the ground.

-I am soooo bored-look at him, smug bastard, all too happy with himself.-



Rebecca groaned collapsing on her desk in frustration laying her head on her arms, and closing her eyes

-Might as well get some more sleep out of this-



-

A large BANG erupts near Rebecca\'s ear throwing her off her chair in surprise, rubbing her eyes from sleep, beside her McClear stands with a metrestick in hand, smirking at Rebecca\'s frightened reaction.

"Miss. Newland there will be no sleeping in my class! It seems you\'ve been asleep for a good 12 minutes..

- 12 minutes!? Is that it? What is wrong with this guy, he didn\'t stop me from falling asleep-

..not to mention the good 15 minutes you were late for detention, so lets see, that\'s a nice 26 swats, one less since you\'re new at this " He spiels, pulling slightly at his sapphire blue silk neck tie, loosening it, bearing a little of his collarbone out from under his shirt.

Rebecca blushed unexpectedly not knowing what McClear has planned on doing.

"Rebecca, come here please" McClear told her commandingly.

Rebecca gulps slowly walking her way over to his desk.

"yes, sir?"

"Bend over please, arms on the table, I suggest holding on"

"w-w-what?"

McClear coughs and says "I don\'t have all day Rebecca, do as you\'re told" he muttered irritated.

-He can\'t be serious....-

Rebecca takes the chance and bends over leaning on the table for support.

"Open your legs a little wider"

-Sure, why not, teachers these days, they\'d go to crazy limits to teach someone a lesson-

Rebecca rolls her eyes.

A large swipe of his hand runs along Rebecca\'s arse, leaving her to yelp at the sudden affliction.

"What are you doing!?"

-Can he do that!?..No...No...I don\'t think so.-

"That was only one Newland, 25 more to go, can\'t take it already I see".

Rebecca grumbled at the man\'s obvious reverse psychology scheme but no matter what it is...Rebecca never turns down a challenge. Another swipe leaves Rebecca wincing at the growing burn. 21, 22, 23- "You\'re taking this a lot better than I thought you would". 24, "The last one Newland" McClear\'s extensive hand slashes across Rebecca\'s sore red tush, as she sighs gladly, that it\'s finally over. She twitches at McClears light touch, admiring his handy work, slipping his hand into her thin stripped panties- " Hmmm, you\'re wet Newland, your outcome is better than hoped for"

Rebecca shuddered at the loss of his fingers. From the corner of her eye,McClear licks the excess juices off his fingers , and fixes her skirt, sitting back down on his chair. "You may leave now, the bell is about to ring, and I don\'t think I have to tell you that, this is just between you and I" Rebecca nodded, slipping herself off his desk grabbing her arse, in an effort to stop the burning. She grabbed all her belongings shuffling to the door, and at an arm length away from it, McClear says " and Rebecca, that\'s going to be sore all day" he smirked.

She grabbed the door handle, turning it and escaping Mr.McClear. She let out a deep breath, walking towards her locker, passing through the already crowded hallway.

She emptied her arm full of books into her locker. The bell now was ringing notifying Becca to head towards chemistry class.



She rushed to the classroom labratory , waving at a couple of friends, before she sat down in her usual seat next to Bianca. Rebecca yelped, jumping up from the incredible pain her two butt cheeks were strongly emitting.

-I never thought it would be this bad- she grimaced.

"hey, you alright Becca?" Bianca asks.

"Uh , yea, there was just something on my chair" Rebecca said, sitting back down, somehow finding a comfortable position to sit in.

"ah haha, ok, so Becca did you end up getting the textbook questions on organic chemistry last night?"

"Yea, I think so, let me check" Rebecca unzipped her bag, looking for her chemistry binder, when she notices ... her cellphone isn\'t in its usual place.

"H-h-he still has my cellphone" Rebecca whispered.

"Sorry, what Becca?" Bianca questioned confused.

"Ah, fuck he did that on purpose.." Rebecca says grudgingly

"....huh?"

"Oh, sorry Bianca, never mind, just talking to myself" She tried with a smile.

"Mmmmhmmm, nothing new there" The two girls laughed as the chemistry lesson began. Rebecca , shifting uncomfortably, through out class trying her best to ease her aching tush.



The bell rang once again sounding off second period...Mr.McClear\'s class. Laura waited for her update on detention at her locker. "So, Becca, baby, how was it, you never returned my texts!"

"ah, sorry he took my cellphone, and he still has it " Rebecca groaned.

"Aww, I left such beautifully detailed....fantasies for you" Laura giggled.

"Well you have English now anyways, just ask him for it" She grinned. Before Rebecca could reply , the bell rang yet again. Latley Rebecca\'s been late for nearly every class.

She sighed deeply, racing to McClears torturous class, it\'s going to be one hell of a long week.







Authors Note:

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