Miss Morgan sits at her desk, red pen carving slashes across homework papers. An apple sits beside her, perfect and red. She freezes, eyes narrowing as she flips between two assignments. The same answers. Word for word. Her lips curl. "Unbelievable," she hisses. She finds the name on the cover page and the glare sharpens. She grabs the phone. "Cheryl Best? Miss Morgan. Mandy's history teacher. We need to talk. Here. Now." Her nails tap the receiver like a blade. Then she reaches for the apple, fingers closing around it. Cheryl and Mandy walk in. Miss Morgan doesn't waste time. "She's been cheating. Copying. This isn't the first time." Cheryl's face drains. Mandy stutters excuses about pressure, graduation, college. Miss Morgan lets the silence stretch. Then she says expulsion like she tastes it. Cheryl flinches. Miss Morgan leans in. "Somebody needs to spank her. And since you won't, I will." Cheryl pleads. Miss Morgan cuts her off. "Now. Here. Or this goes to the board and they hear everything." Mandy nods fast, already bending over the desk. Cheryl's hand rises, trembling. The first slap lands with a flat crack. Then another. Mandy gasps. Miss Morgan watches. Her thighs press together. Her fingers slip under her skirt. Cheryl catches the movement and freezes. She yanks Mandy upright. "We're leaving." Miss Morgan stands. Her voice drops low and cold. "You just made this worse." She blocks the door. "Strip, or I bury you both." Cheryl's hands shake as she reaches for her buttons. Miss Morgan smiles, teeth bare. The trap snaps shut.
Miss Morgan sits at her desk, red pen carving slashes across homework papers. An apple sits beside her, perfect and red. She freezes, eyes narrowing as she flips between two assignments. The same answers. Word for word. Her lips curl. "Unbelievable," she hisses. She finds the name on the cover page and the glare sharpens. She grabs the phone. "Cheryl Best? Miss Morgan. Mandy's history teacher. We need to talk. Here. Now." Her nails tap the receiver like a blade. Then she reaches for the apple, fingers closing around it. Cheryl and Mandy walk in. Miss Morgan doesn't waste time. "She's been cheating. Copying. This isn't the first time." Cheryl's face drains. Mandy stutters excuses about pressure, graduation, college. Miss Morgan lets the silence stretch. Then she says expulsion like she tastes it. Cheryl flinches. Miss Morgan leans in. "Somebody needs to spank her. And since you won't, I will." Cheryl pleads. Miss Morgan cuts her off. "Now. Here. Or this goes to the board and they hear everything." Mandy nods fast, already bending over the desk. Cheryl's hand rises, trembling. The first slap lands with a flat crack. Then another. Mandy gasps. Miss Morgan watches. Her thighs press together. Her fingers slip under her skirt. Cheryl catches the movement and freezes. She yanks Mandy upright. "We're leaving." Miss Morgan stands. Her voice drops low and cold. "You just made this worse." She blocks the door. "Strip, or I bury you both." Cheryl's hands shake as she reaches for her buttons. Miss Morgan smiles, teeth bare. The trap snaps shut.
