At the Chalkboard

Max couldn't help it, he got bored easily, especially in Math class.  As he stared at the chalkboard, the numbers all looked jumbled, the blended together, eventually turning into just a blurry blob on the board.  The blurriness was a relive though, as it was then he was easily able to tune out.

Enjoyed these brief moments, and filled them with fantasy's of being a rock star, an action hero, someone famous. He daydreamed about being popular, having friends, and getting the attention of his high school crush.  No one really gave him any attention before, not anything romantic, and not anything sexual.   Like his fantasy's, anything sexual was reserved for his daydreams, and his nights alone in his room.

Unfortunately, the problem with daydreams, or any type of dream, is that you eventually wake up.  In math class, the waker upper was his teacher, Mr. Freeman.  Mr. Freeman never failed to notice Max in mid-daydream, and seemed to relish slapping a ruler on his desk, or mocking him in front of the rest of the class.

Max knew exactly what was coming next, as always, Mr. Freeman would give him a detention.   Mr. Freeman however, was bored with giving Max detention, they never worked, and it was just another excuse for Max to tune out and daydream.

This time, Mr. Freeman sent Max to the chalkboard, and told him simply to 'solve it.'  Mr. Freeman said he had until the end of the class to solve the problem, or he'd have to stay after class until the math problem was successfully completed.

Max spent the next 45 minutes staring at the chalkboard, but had no clue what to do.  When the 3:15pm bell went off, Max stood there, still clueless as to what to do.  As his classmates left the room, Mr. Freeman shut the classroom door, sat at his desk and took off his glasses.

After a few minutes Mr. Freeman asked Max if he was up for another option to complete his consequence.  Max, already mentally drained from trying to solve the math problem jumped at the chance to ditch the board and said he'd be up for anything.  Max didn't even flinch when Mr. Freeman described the peeled down punishment he had in mind.  Stripping down for Mr. Freeman wasn't a punishment, it was one of the fantasy's that got him into trouble in the first place.