Career shit
Confessions of a Sub
Spankings and rulers and stuff
I just mother fucking know you read that title and came here for a Dom/Sub story so you could nut all over your phone/computer screen. I’m sorry to blue balls you, but that’s not what this is.
You guys piss me off.
I don’t only write about sex.
If you came here for an interesting read about sub sandwiches…fuck that’s not a bad idea. Let’s do that another time.
But today, we’re gonna talk about substitute teaching, which I’ve just begun doing.
When I was added to the roster of people not qualified yet desperately needed to take care of children, I was like,
Oh fuck yes.
I pictured myself as Michelle Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds.
Ya know, tight jeans, black ankle boots, legs up on the desk. Leaning back and looking Bad ASS.
I quickly remembered that most kids I would be subbing for already know me.
I live in a very small town.
Think about how many cheese balls you can fit into your mouth at one time.
That’s roughly how many kids we have in each grade level at our high school. And two of ’em are mine.
