Facets And Reflections

I’ve got a ruler


We line up in front of Ms. Dust. No one speaks. The ruler in her hand tapping against her other palm at a steady pace. The sound is flat and controlled, I stare at the floor, counting the taps, then losing track. My thoughts keep circling to same point: what is coming next since I was the naughtiest? The damn waiting is the worst part.

My mind jumps ahead despite me, imagining the sting, the heat, the public exposure. Will Ms. Dust line us up in order of redness? Nothing has happened yet, but fear was already doing its work.
 
We line up in front of Ms. Dust. No one speaks. The ruler in her hand tapping against her other palm at a steady pace. The sound is flat and controlled, I stare at the floor, counting the taps, then losing track. My thoughts keep circling to same point: what is coming next since I was the naughtiest? The damn waiting is the worst part.

My mind jumps ahead despite me, imagining the sting, the heat, the public exposure. Will Ms. Dust line us up in order of redness? Nothing has happened yet, but fear was already doing its work.
fear, excitement
heart beating faster
face is red, hands behind back, eyes looking everywhere except at her.
i hope i am last so no one has to see my embaressment
 
@Crystal_Dust

We Babygirls run this scene,
With our sass and mischief, so keen.
But with her ruler and a tease,
Ms. Dust will bring us to our knees,
And remind us who is really the queen!



@MrsJ0nes your limericks have invaded my soul
Wait until you see
My new passion, tanka-trash
Tanka self-destruct
Words that melt down on the page
Leaving trails of trash behind
 
I can tanka, girl
Tanka tango, bodies close
My lips brush your cheek
Your scent heightens my desire
I will spend the night with you
 
We line up in front of Ms. Dust. No one speaks. The ruler in her hand tapping against her other palm at a steady pace. The sound is flat and controlled, I stare at the floor, counting the taps, then losing track. My thoughts keep circling to same point: what is coming next since I was the naughtiest? The damn waiting is the worst part.

My mind jumps ahead despite me, imagining the sting, the heat, the public exposure. Will Ms. Dust line us up in order of redness? Nothing has happened yet, but fear was already doing its work.
Oh myyyy 🥰
 
Back
Top