[SilentFeather]

In silence, obediently, the docile Connie followed, the lower hem of his short almost short enough to reveal the tip of his puny lengthed excuse for a"pecker" and shamefully he was aroused by each encounter with the overly-attractive, handsome appearing and just as alluring accented Professor Renzo, glancing up at him whenever the Elder directed his gaze away, swiftly concealing it to appear as if he were devoid of eye-contact the entire time and simply staring at the floor.

His Professor's voice, although cold, unfeeling and devoid of emotional depth, he still seemed attracted to it, curious even, wondering as to how it was when it was engorged with the very licks of passion's infernal flame. He wanted Renzo, oh Gracious Gods above, he did! He felt so desperate for the man's touch, body screaming out to him but knew that he lacked even non-verbal skill-sets. So he waited for a miracle, some genie's lamp to rub, some lone star in the day-clad skyline and wished that his Professor, his first-time teacher-crush from afar would somehow take a step further in punishing him.

When he was scolded further, he reached a point where his blood was boiling, and like soup simmering upon a stove he was close to over-flow. In other words, he was enraged, very .. but he did not react like most men did, infact, he always did the opposite, that way, he avoided the downpour of insults, beatings and discipline. Yes he could be a bit accidental, but above all he was a polite lad, a lover of all things book, poem and song based. He was feminine by secret of personality but he did not ever reveal such things to another male.

Not even Professor Renzo. Not even the other teachers, councilers, or even the infirmary nurse. Basically he was facing a war withn himself. And for a young man that was hard, but what hurt the most was that he was enduring it all .. alone.

"B-But Sir .. I mean Professor Renzo, I-I was simply texting my Mother, you see she is .. she is .. well .. nevermind. I promise to be mindful and respectable of the rules you sent me, I shall also re-read them repeatedly until I analyze and can recite it word for word."

'Oh Renzo .. Renzo my beloved .. just bend me over a desk and spank me already! I was a bad boy .. a really bad, bad boy." He thought over and over, sounding like a broken record on repeat within the depths of his over-imaginative head. He noticed this day he whore raven black slacks and a pristine, freshly-ironed, bone white buttoned up long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves ever so neatly rolled up. And to complete the ensamble, was the last addition, a suave dark as night tie.

"Y-Yes Sir .." He replied softly, meekly, shakily. lifting his eyes for a mere moment so his almond hues could drink in the image of Renzo to reserve for a nightly romp of self-exploratory masturbating after all would be asleep in the household. "U-Understood."

When he was told about he would be disciplined after another mistake, mentally he perked up but consisted of a melancholy outer persona while pleading his part of the case. He would make entirely sure to secretly bring his phone the next day. To get a few strikes from Professor Renzo's hand itself would make him die a happy little vixen-boy. He had always felt like a female but was also confused by his feelings to be a male as well.