You spent the rest of the day in mute terror. With a sore rear and stuck among kids who were almost all bigger than you, there was little you could do but try and remain as inconspicuous as possible to hopefully avoid more shame and pain.
Despite this, the day was far from smooth. You were manhandled by other kids, only finding respite in the strong but humiliating arms of Ms. Jones. The smoking hot teacher also lived up to her word of checking your temperature again, once more setting you over her thighs and shoving a thermometer painfully up your rectum. At the very least, she'd remembered to use lubrication the second time, but it didn't keep tears from your eyes at the pain and humiliation.
It finally reached the end of the day, where mothers began arriving for their kids. Several mothers cooed at you, one even tousling your hair, as they grabbed their own kids. You waited in the hopes that someone had heard of your predicament and coke to save you. Even your sister Grace would have been a relief at this point.
Unfortunately, your "Savior" was the very person who had put you in this hell, and your heart dropped as you saw the beaming smile of Becky as she approached you.
"Hey there lil Mikey! How was your first day?"
You backed up, trying to escape the clutches of this girl, but found yourself against the firm and toned legs of Ms. Jones. You looked up in fear as she beamed down over her large bosom. Ms. Jones scooped you up, and for the second time that day, your were handed directly into Becky's arms.
You gave up your struggle and let this little 8-year-old take you back away.
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