"Detention, you rebel brat. Now. You will learn respect through discipline." She was begging for forgiveness but it was useless.
She smirked, eyes flashing with a dark, hidden intent. "Oh, I’ll come to detention, Professor. But I’m bringing a gift."
When she arrived at the empty classroom, she gave the professor an apple. A very special one. The teacher was exhausted and hungry, he took a bite.
The transformation was instantaneous and horrific. The world surged upward as He plummeted downward. In seconds, the "Hard Time" professor was no larger than a chess piece, gasping for air on the cold floor. He was then a tiny Human. Hopeless and indefense.
The rebel student stood over him, a literal giant of vengeance. "I Will teach you a lesson now" she purred.
She began her perverse "lesson." First, she took him as a sex toy. She put him in her pussy, getting wet and making use of him so she would have an orgasm.
Then she stepped out of her shoes, her feet clad in thick, soft slippers. She brought her sole down, to smash his spirit and his tiny Small body, pinning the tiny, screaming man in the fold floor. He was nothing but a speck beneath the weight of her distain.
Then came the "punishment walk." She slid into her pink fishnet stockings. It was a cage for the shrunken professor. She pressed him against the arch of her foot, trapping him between the fabric and her skin.
With every step she took around the room, he was flattened, a helpless slave to her stride. She walked way, she laughed, feeling the frantic heartbeat of the man who once thought he was her master, now reduced to a permanent passenger on her wicked journey.
