All participants in this story are 18+
This story contains non-consent humiliation. If that is not your thing, you're free to seek other stories.
Other things it includes: spanking, humiliation, embarrassment, jerking off, cmnm
"Kevin? Hello?"
Kevin started, pulling out of his nap and looked up at Mr. Levinson who was staring at him expectantly. Glancing around, he saw the rest of the class turning to look at him too. The guys around him began to snicker. Ah crap what had he missed?
He sat up properly and cleared his throat. "Sorry sir, what was the question?"
Mr. Levinson quickly became impatient. "Kevin, we've been over this many times before. How many times have I told you, I will not tolerate any more napping in my class." He jammed his finger against his desk. "Come here."
He always went from zero to one hundred. Kevin sighed, internally rolling his eyes. Mr. Levinson took everything seriously and would not respond well to disrespect. The guy seriously needed to lighten up. Any little thing would set him off, disrupting the class for a rant or telling off a student for hours on end. He'd waste class time, then assign complicated projects and assignments going over things he neglected to teach in his lessons. And here we were senior year, and he was still just the same old grumpy man as before. Only quite young for his age - definitely too young to have a stick up his ass.
Kevin finally relented. "Fine." He got out of his chair, mumbling to himself. Whatever it took to make this as quick and as painless as possible. He made his way up to the front of the classroom and stood next to Mr. Levinson's desk, awaiting his fate.
"What you need," Mr. Levinson said, walking around the desk and standing in front of Kevin, "is a reality check. Has anyone held you accountable? Ever? Furthermore, have you ever worked hard a day in your life?"
Kevin scowled. "That's completely-"
"So!" Mr. Levinson interrupted firmly. "Why don't we fix that? You will help me teach this lesson and whatever tasks I give you for the rest of the day. Understood?"
Kevin could barely contain his rage. "Seriously? That's fucking-"
"Language," Mr. Levinson said coolly.
Kevin gave him a cold stare. "Fucking ridiculous."
Mr. Levinson gave a tight smile, irony dripping from his face. "Tough. That's life, kid. Get used to it."
Kevin's eyes narrowed, zeroing in on him. He stood there, arms crossed, looking like nothing would get him to move. The class seemed restless, waiting to see how this turned out.
Mr Levinson took it in stride. "Now, if you would grab the chalk. I need you to write down what I tell you as I speak. Understood?"
Kevin glanced over then back at him. There was a moment of silence as the two stared each other down, before finally he relented and grabbed the chalk. His face was starting to burn red.
"Good. Glad we understand each other." Mr. Levinson turned to the class. "Now, according to Newton's second law of motion, force can be expressed by the product of mass and acceleration of the body. We would express that using the following formula." He turned to Kevin. "Ready?"
Kevin gave him a blank stare.
"Write an 'F'" Mr. Levinson said firmly.
Kevin didn't respond.
Mr. Levinson jammed his finger onto the desk. "Now, Kevin. Or you fail my class."
Seething with barely contained rage, Kevin turned to the board and scratched out an F for him.
"Good." He turned to the class. "The F here represents force."
More letters were thrown out for Kevin to write, and Kevin followed them, a dull look on his face. The truth was, his thoughts were far from whatever Mr. Levinson was trying to teach. No, what was on his mind was all the best ways he'd get back at his teacher.
It wasn't a matter of if, just a matter of when.
Mr. Levinson quickly hit a rhythm, giving instructions to Kevin here and there, but slowly paying less and less attention to him and more onto his lesson. Kevin could use this. He had an advantage, just what to do with it?
What Mr. Levinson needed was someone to bring him down to size. He was easily one of the worst teacher's Kevin had ever had, yet Mr. Levinson had an arrogance that just didn't suit him. He needed to know how it felt to be on the receiving end of his treatment. Kevin didn't need to learn a lesson, Mr. Levinson did.
Kevin looked him up and down, sizing him up. Mr. Levinson was taller than him by a few inches. He didn't appear to be in terribly good shape, not sloppy but definitely not a gym rat. Compared to some of the other teacher's at their school he was pretty young, probably in his mid-twenties. He wore a white button down with a thin tie and black slacks. The standard professional teacher look. Except ...
No belt?
And then an idea hit Kevin all at once.
Mr. Levinson had never felt better.
Finally he had found a way to get that snotty nosed kid out of his way. Finally someone had stood up to him and held him accountable. Hopefully this would be the lesson he needed. Maybe it would finally knock some sense into him. Doubtful, but a man could dream.
Kevin just didn't understand the way the world worked. There were people who gave orders and there were people who followed orders. As a student and as someone younger than him, he needed to follow every order exactly as he said. Maybe someday down the line Kevin would give those orders, but he needed to put in the hours before he was given that privilege.
In the meantime, there was a lesson at hand here and Mr. Levinson needed to focus on that. He had the entire room's attention and he intended to make sure they took something away from this experience. If not the lesson, then perhaps they'd see Kevin knocked down and held accountable.
He'd known too many Kevin's when he was in school. They were always the type to push him around, make themselves feel big and him feel small. It was almost cathartic to finally stand up to them, if not literally then figuratively.
The class seemed to shift in their seats suddenly, as if reacting to something he couldn't see. They began to laugh, something he definitely didn't expect. It gave him pause. Was Kevin writing something inappropriate on the board? He turned to look but was stopped by the sudden feeling he had around his waist.
The feeling of hands around his waistband.
There was little time to react. Just time to realize in an instant what was happening to him. This was a sensation he hadn't felt in a long while but it awakened a deep fear in him.
His eyes widened.
No!
But it was too late. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't reach his hand down in time before -
Whoosh!
His trousers were around his ankles.
It was all happening so fast. One second his pants were around his waist, the next they were gone. In a split second, the entire class were seeing his loose shirttails come into view, revealing only pale hairy thighs and little else.
This couldn't be happening.
He responded quickly, reaching down to pull them back up, but not quick enough. As he bent over, he could see Kevin step down onto his pants. Too slow.
He tried his best to yank them back up, but Kevin's shoe kept them right in place. He pulled on them again but as he leaned over, he bumped into Kevin's knee and felt himself trip on his own pants. He tipped forward and landed hard on his face, letting out a defeated groan
Behind him he heard Kevin chuckle loudly, then felt him pull his foot back, dragging his pants along with him. To his horror, he felt his pants begin to pull free of his feet. Hands reached down and pulled them off and in the tangle, his shoes pulled free too.
He was lying face down in his classroom wearing absolutely no pants in front of his students.
And they were all laughing at him.
By this point most of the class were standing up and moving around to get a better look at him on the floor. So it was clear to everyone in the room just what Mr. Levinson wore under his trousers.
His small tighty whities poked out from underneath his shirttails, more clearly visable than before.
The laughter was overwhelming. It seemed to be coming from all angles. They were bursting at the seams, roaring with laughter at seeing their mighty teacher reduced to just this.
"Where're your boxers, sir?"
"Why are you still wearing tighty whities?"
"Look how pathetic he looks down there!"
All this in barely an instant. His whole world crumbling down in a mere instant.
Trying to act quickly, he sat up and pulled his shirt down around him, hoping to hide as much as possible. He spun around to see Kevin holding his pants up in the air. "Give those back," he hissed.
"What? These?" Kevin grinned at him.
"You hand them over this instant." His voice had turned icy cold. "This has gone on far enough."
"Ah ah ah," Kevin said. "Say it nicely."
