I couldn't wait to get to school the next day

Walking down the hall, I saw Heather talking to her friends. I walked by, looking at her, almost pleading with my eyes for her to notice me, to say hello, anything.

I knew I couldn't approach her, that was the rule.

As I walked by she said nothing, but all of the girl watched me walk by and as I passed, I could feel their eyes on me. I wanted to die as I heard them burst out in laugher. I had no idea what she had said, but when I turned back, they were all staring at me, all of them except for Heather.

When I looked, they all laughed again and looked at each other. They were trying not to laugh while I looked, but they were unable to contain themselves, leading to stiffled giggles, giving way to full blown laughter.

I turned toward my locker and fumbled with the combination, trying to open it, as if I could hide inside.

When I had retrieved my books, I turned and saw Heather approaching. Without saying a word, she dropped a crumped ball of paper at my feet and kept walking, not even making eye contact.

I picked up the paper and opened it up.

It read "Meet me at the tennis courts after school."

I couldn't keep my mind off of her all day long. Seeing her in class, in the halls, pointedly ignoring me, trying not to think about what she had told her friends, about what they thought of me.

When the final bell rang, I sprinted out of the building, rushing to the tennis courts.

When I got there, the courts were empty, but the track was busy with lots of people practicing.

I stood nervously at gate. Before long, I could see Heather walking up the hill, with two of her friends. When they reached the courts, she looked at me.

"Hello," she said matter of factly.

I swallowed and stammered a bit, "H h h hello."

Her friends giggled again, looking at each other.

Stephanie looked at Heather, "We'll leave you guys alone." Her friends laughed again, almost falling over themselves.

"You wearing my underwear like I told you too?" Heather asked sharply.

I nodded.

"Show me," she demanded.

I reached inside my pants and pulled the pink panty waistband up, showing her.

"Is that little cock of yours still all taped up?" she asked, mockingly.

I nodded again, blushing.

She smiled.

"Good boy," she taunted. She reached over and grabbed my wrist, looking at the back of my hand, where I had written her name.

"God, you are such a wimp," she laughed.

"Get on your knees," she said flatly.

I looked at her puzzled.

"Now!" she commanded, expressing her clear irritation.

I blushed, lowering myself to my knees.

"Now," she informed me, "I want to teach you something."

I looked up at her, swallowing and growing excited.

"You are uncomfortable, aren't you?" she asked.

"No, Heather, I'm OK," I told her.

Before I could finish my sentence, her open hand smacked my cheek, making it sting.

"Owwwww, God," I complained, "what did I do? I just want to make you happy."

"Well you don't," she responded. "You are not permitted to use that word with me. Understand?"

"What word?" I asked.

She slapped me again, even harder.

"What word?" I asked again and again she slapped me. She was smiling a bit, unable to contain her delight at the sight of me on my knees, my cheek growing red from the slapping.

"Figured it out yet?"

I nodded.

"There are only two things you may say to me. Yes, Heather and Thank you, Heather. Understand?"

I nodded, "Yes, Heather."

"You think I'm stupid, don't you?" she asked.

"No, Heather, God No!" I replied quickly.

She slapped my face even harder this time.

"You stupid shit, what did I just tell you?"

"But, but, but," I stammered confused.

"You must *really* think I'm an idiot," she continued.

I closed my eyes and softly agreed, "Yes, Heather."

She glared at me, "How dare you! How fucking dare you!"

This time, her left hand held my head steady, resting on my right cheek as her right hand slapped my left cheek sharply, making it sting unbearably.

I felt so ashamed, kneeling, whimpering desperate for her to acknowledge me.

She noticed my embarrassment and looked at me with distain. Her eyes motioned toward the track, "They are all watching, you know." I lowered my eyes and nodded, "Yes, Heather. Thank you, Heather."

I looked up at her, my mind completely occupied with how completely beautiful she was.

"Kiss my shoes," she instructed.

I did as she asked.

"Now kneel here for fifteen minutes. Don't move, don't talk. Just wait."

She turned at walked away.

I looked at my watch.

By now, everyone at the track had taken notice. Some had stopped to watch.

I sat, eyes closed, trying not to acknowledge them.

When fifteen minutes had passed, I got up and hurried off to my car, heading home to wait by the phone for her call.

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