It had been a long day, and I was fucking tired. I wasn't even an english major! All day long I spent remembering chemical equations and physiological terms, and now I was going to fail a basic gen ed. Who in the hell came up with the idea that science majors have to take english anyway?

Finally I sat down in a chair across from Professor K, and stared at him with pleading eyes. I knew he judged me, and hated me for not loving his class like all the other girls. With short dark hair, lightly tossled, and a stern face, I'd heard more than one girl giggle at the idea of being spanked by the fierce professor.

"Please sir," I finally begged, "I don't have the time to redo this paper, finals are next week and I really can't fail this class. Isn't there anything else I can do?"