(Kurt's POV)
I had finished all my finals! I was free! Summer had finally come! I was just about to burst out of school when Ms Alya pulled me aside.
“Kurt, I want you to to come to my room” she told me
“But I was ab-“
“Now, Kurt” she demands.
As I was walking down to her room, I was thinking about the events that occurred a few days ago when the other students and I tied up Ms Alya, handcuffed her, gagged her with her own socks at one point and rolled her up in a rug. We left her in the classroom to be discovered by the janitor. And I especially remembered that before I had left, Ms. Alya had vowed revenge.
She was already waiting for me at her desk as I walked into her classroom. She motioned for me to sit at my desk, which I did.
“Kurt, do you know why you’re here?” she asked me.
“Does it have something to do with you vowing revenge on me before I left you?” I asked.
“Yes. You left me tightly wrapped in a rug, handcuffed me, blindfolded and gagged me and left me for about an hour to be discovered by Mr. D’Arque. Luckily, he was able to quickly free me. But it was humiliating to be discovered that way!” she ranted. “So now, it’s payback time.” she told me.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked.
“I’m going to tie you up and keep you in my class for an hour, maybe more. And you’re going let me do whatever I say to you. And if you don’t, I’ll notify your parents that you tied me up and left me. Do you understand?”
I gulped. I really didn’t want my parents to know what I did to Ms. Alya. So, I said, “Yes, Ms. Alya.”
“Good. Now, lay down and put your hands behind your back” Ms. Alya told me. I layed down on my stomach and put my hands behind me. Ms. Alya walked up to me and slapped a pair of handcuffs over my wrists!
“Wait. Are those my han-“ I asked before my teacher clamped her hand over my mouth.
“No more talking. Do you understand me?” she growled.
“Yes ma’am” I mumbled into her hand.
After she released her hand over my mouth, she grabbed a roll of duct tape from my desk and wrapped tape around my waist, ankles and knees. After she was done taping me, she sat down on one of the student’s desks and looked at my bound body.
“Hmm...how to silence a misbehaving student?” she asked me, even though I knew that she probably already had a plan to do so. “Hmm...I know!”
She took her high heels off and slowly slid her socks off. “I’ve been wearing these nonstop since yesterday in order to make these nice and sweaty. Now, open up” she told me.
I squirmed in my bonds. “No Ms. Alya! I’m begging yo-“ I out before she jammed both of her socks in my mouth, clamping her hand over my mouth before I could spit them out. She placed several strips of tape over my mouth, keeping the socks in my mouth.
“Mmph! Mmmmmmmph!” I screamed into my gag. The socks tasted horrible! But with the tape over my mouth, there was no way to spit them out!
"Mmm. Don't those just taste soooo good?" She asked me in a teasing fashion. She then grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me under the desk. She sat down at the desk and rested her bare feet on my face, making sure to angle the soles of her feet towards my nose. I tried to squirm away, but her chair blocked my only means of escape. And whenever I tried to move my face away from her feet, she always made sure to put them back in the same place.
"Ssh. Just relax. This is your punishment. Don't fight it. It will only get worse if u do" she told me.
And so I sat there, under my teacher's desk. I was handcuffed, gagged with my teacher's socks and had my face used as a foot rest. It was one of the worst experiences of my life!
After a half hour, my teacher got an email. After reading it, she looked down at me, saying, "Kurt, they're having donuts in the teacher's lounge. I'll be going there to eat. While I'm gone, you are going to stay there, under my desk. You are not to try and escape. If you do, I will find you and make what's happening to you now even worse. Do you understand?" I nod. "Good" she says. She slips her shoes back on (but she leaves her socks in my mouth, unfortunately) and walks out of her classroom, closing the door behind her.
After two minutes of laying there, the door opened. "Hello? Luna? You there, darling?" a southern voice cried out.
I knew that voice. That was Ms. Lebouf, the art teacher. Her room was right across from Ms. Alya's class. She had blonde hair that was usually tied in a bun, talked in a southern accent (she was born in Louisiana) and always wore pink. Wanting her attention, I let out a loud groan into my gag.
Seeing me, she comes running in and unpeeled the tape off my mouth. When she does, I immediately spit Ms. Alya's socks. "What happened sugah?" she asks me.
While she untied me (luckily, the handcuff keys were left on Ms. Alya's desk), I told her how my classmates and I tied her up as a prank and she did this to me as revenge. When she was done untying me, she helped me to my feet.
"Well Sugah, you seem like you've been through a lot. So, you run on home and I'll take care of Ms. Alya." she told me.
"What are you going to do, Ms. Lebouf?" I asked.
"Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of her. Now get out before she sees you" Ms. Lebouf said, gesturing towards the door.
"Ok. I'll go. Thanks so much for freeing me Ms. Lebouf!" I shout as I flee to home. While I was running, I wondered what Ms. Lebouf was talking about when she said that she'd "take care of" Ms. Alya.
(Ms Alya POV)
I walked back from the teacher's lounge after having some donuts and conversing with the other teachers. I made sure to take the long way back to my classroom in order to make sure my feet were really smelly for Kurt. When I get back to my class, I'm shocked to see that Kurt is gone! Suddenly, a hand clamps over my mouth and I get wrestled to the floor. Though I struggle, I'm unable to stop my hands from being handcuffed behind my back. When my hands are done being cuffed, I finally see who my assailant is.
"Lottie?! What are you doing?! And where's Kurt?!" I ask as my ankles and knees are taped together.
"Hush, sugah. I let Kurt go free. But you need to be taught a lesson, Luna. Tying kids up and making them smell your feet is wrong" she lectures as she takes a brown bottle and a pink handkerchief out of her pocket. She opens the bottle and pours some liquid onto the hankie.
"Now, it's time to take a nap, Luna. Just breathe, and you'll be in dreamland before you know it." With that, she holds my head steady with one hand and uses the other to press the hankie over my nose, forcing me to breathe in the fumes of the liquid. Though I struggle, Charlotte makes sure that the hankie doesn't leave my nose. Finally, I feel myself fade and slowly fall asleep.