Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
No brat dared say “Tempting,” though I was sure some of them thought about it.
“We have one rule for the audience as well,” he said. “All classrooms will be open for viewing—you’ll see a line on the floor, which you can stand behind. Just don’t arrive in the middle of the class. Our students are easily distracted by shiny objects, and we need their full attention.”
Colt coughed to hide his laugh as Tate slapped a hand over Noa’s mouth.
“You will be graded on performance, politeness, and ability to complete tasks,” Penelope declared. “We can give you points, and we can deduct points.”
“Crap,” Corey whispered, not too quietly.
“We’ll keep the scores to ourselves until we announce them online tomorrow,” Walker added. “Make us proud, students.”
Penelope had one more thing to say. “In between classes, you have a five-minute break. Use it wisely and don’t be late for your next class. There’re refreshments and snacks in the kitchen, aloe and tissues for your issues in the bathroom, and a teacher’s assistant outside every classroom to handle any questions you might have.”
“First class begins in sixty seconds,” Walker finished.
“Oh my gosh.” Gael shot right up, only to freeze. “No, wait. I’m supposed to be right here.”
I felt my shoulders shake with silent laughter, and Dean chuckled into his fist.
“Group one, upstairs!” Macklin called.
Colt, Greer, and I had a quick job to do before the class began, so as the subs rushed toward the foyer and the stairs, we left the platform and began stacking the chairs together then placing them by the nearest wall.
“No running on the stairs!” Reese barked out in the foyer.
“Oh my God, you’re so strict!” I heard Noa yell back. “Don’t you want us to be on time?”
“Are you giving me attitude?” Reese replied warningly.
Colt laughed to himself.
Approximately ten of the audience, of which I estimated there were about thirty, headed off to watch other classes. Dean and Kingsley lingered in the doorway since they were on “break,” and both had their boys in the third group.
“Y’all can form a nice line at the center of the floor,” Colt commanded.
While Greer tore down the backdrop, revealing the impressive bondage web attached to the wall, I went for the three big boxes next to the stage.
The bondage web was larger than I’d anticipated, and someone in the bondage community must’ve put it together. It resembled a spider web and went from floor to ceiling, so roughly eleven feet high and just as wide.
It’d be fun watching the brats climb it.
“Is that candy attached to the web?” Corey asked.
Greer and I glanced back at the rope web.
“Sure looks like it, don’t it?” Greer replied, folding his arms over his chest. “All right—welcome to PE, group three. Coach Santiago will do a roll call, and you respond present. Understood? Good.”
I inclined my head and picked up a clipboard from one of the boxes—along with a pen. We’d attached a blank piece of paper to it for “note keeping.”
“Corey,” I said.
“Yeah?”
I lifted my brows.
“Oh shit. I mean, present!”
I felt my mouth twitch. They were too fucking adorable, the brats. “Gael?”
“Present!”
“Tate.”
“Present, Sir.”
“Nobody likes a brownnoser, dude,” Corey told him.
“Write up Corey for insolence,” Greer said.
I nodded and jotted down Corey’s name and insolence, minus one point.
“Fuck,” Corey whispered.
“Last but not least, Cam,” I said.
“Present, Sir,” he answered.
“I’m just gonna shut up.” Corey pretended to zip his mouth closed and throw away the key.
Probably for the best.
“So what can we say about PE?” Colt asked a rhetorical question as he began a slow stroll around our four students. “Physical health is important. So is taking care of our equipment…” He dipped down between Corey and Gael, from behind, and spoke close to Corey’s ear. “Any witty remark on that?”
Oh, Corey was struggling. “No, Sir. I agree, it’s important to take care of our equipment. Keep it clean and stuff.”
“And sorted,” Colt added. “We’re going to start with that. In front of you, you see three boxes of gear.” As he spoke, I removed the remaining lids, revealing a jumbled mix of countless floggers, handcuffs, and plugs. “You have sixty seconds to sort the toys—floggers in one box, cuffs in another, and butt plugs in the last. And you’ll do this blindfolded. You now have ten seconds to collaborate.”
Greer got his stopwatch ready while Colt walked behind the bar to grab the blindfolds.
“I’ll put floggers in the right box,” Tate whispered hurriedly. “Gael and Cam, gather the plugs in the center box—Corey, you do cuffs in the left.” All boys tried to peer inside the boxes to get a closer look, and they nodded at Tate’s suggestion.
I made a couple notes. Group three, teamwork, initiative by Tate.
Colt returned with the blindfolds and put them on one by one. Gael was studying the contents until his vision was blocked by the fabric.