I can feel my face reddening as I scratch words out across the board: SISSIES WEAR PANTIES, I have written, and SISSIES WEAR PINK. I am just finishing...SISSIES WEAR GIRLS' CLOTHES when Mistress pinches my earlobe painfully. "What does it say up there, shithead?" she asks, and slaps me hard across the face. "The assignment isn't what sissies wear. It's what sissies do." "I'm sorry, Mistress." I raise the chalk and write SISSIES again, but the scent of her hair stupefies me, her beauty blurs my. It was a passionate and wild fuck that I have to come again many, many times before Dan would release everything inside me. I always fell happy, consumed and contented after he fucked me. We fucked six times till morning, only having a little sleep then we fuck again. So, we do it every Friday, the same number of rounds of fucking until Saturday morning. The same thrill, but with growing excitement every time. I have to ask Dan he might get cold of me but he would just answer me with another. Yes, he’s still going. I give up and put my head down on the desk.The closing bell sounds and everyone runs out of the classroom. I don’t know how I did it but I managed to fall asleep so I’m a little woozy. You know how it is, you get woken up abruptly after a short nap and it takes a minute for you to take in your surroundings.Mr. Perkins is calling my name. I jerk my head up and he says “Miss Galliard, are you okay?”No, but I don’t have to think about school for two days! I reply, “I’m fine,. As I slowly buttoned my coat I asked him, if it felt nice stroking her shoulder, a slight hint of sarcasm in my voice, he pulled back, wiping his hand on his pants as if she was contaminated with something.'Relax, Gramps', 'I want tell, if you don't' and a big smile crept across his wizened face, as if a realization suddenly dawned on him.'She is a beauty, is she not?' I raised my eyebrows waiting for his next statement, and I was not disappointed, when he continued by adding my looks were cool.