[SilentFeather]

Connie, the feminine-wombed boy, but now Professor Renzo's "boy-toy" had tensed up, but did not dare to proceed with movement, not any single bit. There was a shudder of cold down his spine, a particular icy chill that had took possession of the longated bone of nerve ad bone, brought on by the gentle yet deep intensity of his Predator of a Professor.

"Y-Yes, Professor Renzo, Sir." He responded softly, feebly even, highly fearful of what occurred but just thought it was just "part of" the punishment process. "I deserved to be"punished" for my cell-phone usage on school grounds during active hours. And good night, see you tomorrow as well."

Indeed, his body was weak, both body and mind. Even physically an emotionally. He did not know of the actions of sexual process so Professor Renzo was in the clear.

Eventually, he nodded off, practically dead to the world, not moving from where he was placed by Professor Renzo, just breathing, resting and healing.