Micro May Day 28: Good Grades in Podiatry
This story's prompt was: Punishment with a professor. A professor is tired of his student acting out.
I stand on the desk. Being a micro on my normal-sized professor's desk, gave me a lot of room to be here. The stocky polar bear stares me down before starting.
"I can assume you know why you are here." He snaps a bit, annoyed.
"No?" I pretend not to get it.
"We have a problem here. I pulled you aside because, no matter what you might think, I want this to get better for you. I figured that it might be easier for everyone to try to address this before anything else."
"What are you talking about?"
He lets out a sigh before explaining. "Your grades and attitude are terrible. It would be one thing if you were just having trouble with the content, but you are also flippant and disruptive whenever you get the chance. Even to the point of playing dumb."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Talking with other faculty members reveals that you are very good with taking their classes, just mine you seem to shut off for."
I couldn't really tell him the truth about why. It was stupid. I had a crush on him and just wanted the attention. Even if that meant acting out. Just something about how big and powerful he felt made me attracted to him. All I do is meet him with silence.
"Very well, I tried many times to be diplomatic about this." He kicks up his paws. The meaty black soles towering over me. "Maybe a little more stick is in order." He quickly pins me with his foot. I struggled to get out of it, but was turned on by the whole thing. Micros were very durable, and this kind of punishment was seen as common by normal-sized people.
"I was hoping that one of these times you would stop insulting both of our intelligence, but I guess you might need a more hands-on approach or paws-on in this case." He lets out a humph before starting to roll his paw a bit. He lets me up for some air after.
"You can't do this to me! I'm an adult!" I yell out.
"We both are, but that doesn't mean you don't need some punishment when you are acting like a brat." He brings down his toes and pins me between them. "I think some time there will do wonders for you."
"Let me out!" I make a token resistance. Not willing to be forward yet.
"I will when you are ready to try; until then you're to be a foot accessory for extra credit."
I keep trying to get out, but his toes are locked in place on me. I laughed to myself, and this marked the start of me acting out more.