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Flippy shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that. Well, if you boys have any assignments you need to do, now would be a good time to catch up on them.” Flippy said. Shifty reached into his backpack and pulled out some papers and a pencil and started working. “Dude, what are you doing?” Lifty whispered. “Working. What does it look like?” Shifty whispered back. “Why?” “Because I don’t want to get in trouble for not doing my work. Now leave me alone.” Shifty said, writing some stuff down. Lifty looked over to Nutty, who was drawing a picture. Lifty took a piece of paper from his backpack and started folding it into a paper airplane. He aimed it at Flippy and threw it. “TAKE COVER!!” He yelled. Flippy looked up and the plane flew over his head. He ducked down. “Ahh, oh no. No. NO.” He said, taking deep breaths. Lifty tried not to laugh. Flippy rubbed his temples and took deep breaths for a minute. After a minute, he calmed down. “That was close,” He said. He looked down and saw the paper airplane on the floor and picked it up. “What a minute? Who threw this?” He demanded. Lifty tried to stay quiet. “A paper airplane? You had a panic attack over an airplane?” Shifty said. “Blame the war, not me. Were you responsible for this?” Flippy said, holding the airplane out. “I’m trying to catch up on my assignments so I can fucking move on from this mental prison, so no, I had nothing to do with the stupid paper plane.” Shifty snapped. “Okay then. Nutty?” Flippy asked. “Huh? No, sir. I’m drawing a picture. Is that okay?” Nutty said. “Well, as long as it's appropriate, sure.” Flippy said. Nutty smiled and went back to drawing. “Lifty?” Flippy asked. “Maybe? I was bored, so sorry for trying to have a little fun.” Lifty said. “Fun? You think triggering someone’s PTSD is fun?” Flippy snapped. “Well, n-no. I just…” “Enough. I’ve got something for you to do. Get up here.” Flippy demanded. Lifty got up and walked to the front of the classroom. “Bend over.” Flippy instructed. Lifty froze. “N-no, I don’t want to.” He said. “I said, Bend. Over. NOW!!” Flippy said, sternly. Lifty just growled and did what he was told to. Flippy walked over to a supply closet and grabbed a ruler. “This should work,” He said. He walked back over to Lifty, grabbed his tail, and said, “I want you to count the blows. If you miscount or lose count, you’ll have to start over. Is that understood?” Flippy said. “Whatever, I’m not scared,” Lifty said, rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that,” said Flippy, raising the ruler. *SLAP* He brought it down, causing Lifty to flinch. “One.” He said. “Good,” Flippy said, raising the ruler again. *SLAP* “Ow, t-two.” Flippy raised the ruler again. *SLAP* “Ah, fuck. Three…” Lifty said, digging his claws into the desk. Flippy raised the ruler and gave the young raccoon a very hard blow to the bare bottom. *SLAP* “Ah, ffff… F-four.” Lifty said, his bottom beginning to hurt. “Keep going.” Flippy said, delivering another hard blow to Lifty’s bottom. *SLAP* “GAH!! F-fi-five.” Lifty whimpered. “What happened to you not being scared?” Flippy said. “Sh-shut up. Just get it over with.” Lifty said, bracing himself for another smack. “As you wish,” said Flippy, raising the ruler as high as he could and lowering it with a *SLAP*. Lifty had to cover his mouth to keep from screaming. “Six…” He whimpered. “What was that?” Flippy said. “SIX!! I said six.” Lifty said as a tear ran down his face. Flippy raised the ruler. *SLAP* “Mmh, S-seven.” He was trying to not cry, but the stinging in his rear made it difficult. Flippy raised the ruler and brought it down. *SLAP* “EIGHT!!” Lifty yelled. “God, you just had to push him, didn’t you?” Shifty thought, watching Lifty dig his claws into the desk. “Alright, Lifty, you’re doing good. We’re almost done.” Flippy said, bringing the ruler down on Lifty’s rear. *SLAP* “Ow, fuck.” Lifty said. “Language. What number are we on?” Flippy said. Lifty realized he forgot which number he was on. He couldn’t remember the last number he said. “I-I don’t… Um,” Lifty said, trying to remember. “Well, now we’re back to one.” Flippy said. He raised the ruler and brought it down. *SLAP* “One,” Lifty whimpered, putting his head down. *SLAP* “Ow, two.” At this point, Lifty couldn’t take it anymore and tears ran down his face. *SLAP* “OW!!” Lifty shouted. His bottom was stinging so badly, he couldn’t think straight. “You already lost count again?” Flippy said. “Please just stop, it hurts.” Lifty pleaded. “As soon as you can count to ten without miscounting or losing count, you can go. Until then…” *SLAP* “You stay right here.” “Owww, o-one.”Lifty whimpered. Flippy raised the ruler high and brought it down with a firm *SLAP* “Grrr, two.” Lifty growled, tears running down his face like a rainstorm. Flippy raised the ruler and brought it down. *SLAP* “Th-three,” Lifty said. Flippy felt bad for the young raccoon, since he was just a teenager, but couldn’t excuse his misdeed. He raised the ruler and brought it down, hard. “OW!!! FUCKING DICK!!!” Lifty yelled. “Actually, it was four. Are you doing this on purpose?” Flippy asked. “Sh-shut the f-f-fuck up, I just want this to be over.” Lifty said, biting the sleeve of his shirt. “Let’s start over for the fourth time.” said Flippy, raising the ruler and bringing it down with great force. “OWW, One.” Lifty sobbed. *SLAP* “T-two, goddamn it.” Lifty said. *SLAP* “THREE!!” *SLAP* “F-fuck, four.” Lifty’s bottom felt so numb. *SLAP* “Five” *SLAP* “Six, six” Lifty tried repeating the numbers so he wouldn’t forget them. *SLAP* “S-seven,” *SLAP* “Eight,” Lifty took deep breaths to stay calm. “Stay strong, buddy. Just two left. You’re doing great.” Flippy said, raising the ruler. *SLAP* “Nine,” Lifty whimpered. “Just one more.” FLippy said, rubbing Lifty’s back. He raised the ruler and delivered a very firm smack to Lifty’s stinging bottom. It was such a strong slap that the ruler nearly broke. “OWOWOWOWOW!!! TEN!!! TEN!!” Lifty winced at the blow. His legs wobbled so much, he was struggling to carry his own weight. Flippy put the ruler down on the desk and helped Lifty stand up. “Alright, Lifty. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Come here.” He said, pulling Lifty in for a hug. Lifty didn’t even fight it, his backside stung so badly that he just wanted any type of comfort he could get. “I-I-I’m so sorry, F-Flip-ppy, I promise I’ll b-behave f-from now on.” Lifty said, sobbing on Flippy’s shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay, buddy. Just breathe.” Flippy said, rubbing Lifty’s sore bottom. Meanwhile, Shifty and Nutty, who had been watching the whole thing, were also relieved it was over. “Listen, I’m sorry for being so hard on you. But you need to start following instructions, okay?” Flippy said, in a soft, gentle voice. Lifty’s voice was caught in his throat, so he just tearfully nodded instead. “Can you go the rest of the period without acting out?” Flippy asked. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Lifty said, wiping the tears off his face. “I’m glad to hear that. Turn around real quick.” Flippy said. Lifty turned around and Flippy raised his tail. “Ouch. Sorry about that.” He said, seeing the red stripes on Lifty’s backside. “Here, I’ll be right back.” He left the classroom. Lifty, not knowing what else to do, went back to his seat. He slowly lowered himself onto the chair, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself as his sore bottom made contact with the wooden chair. Soon, he was fully seated but was in great pain. “Hey, are you okay?” asked Shifty. “No, I’m not. I’m in pain. It hurts to sit, but my legs feel so weak that I can’t stand.” Lifty whimpered, his face buried in his arms. “I’m sorry to hear that, man.” Shifty said. Soon, the door opened and Flippy entered the room holding an icepack. “Here you go, buddy. This should help.” He said, handing it to Lifty. “*sniff* Thanks.” He said, slowly placing it under his red backside. “That feels a little better,” He said. Lifty reached into his backpack and got out some paper. 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Why are you here, Nutty?” Flippy asked. “Because the teacher had to tell me to pay attention 5 times. But I saw another squirrel outside. What if he’s my family?” Nutty said, bouncing in his chair. Flippy nodded. “Does the teacher know about your ADHD?” He said. Nutty nodded. “Yeah, but she doesn’t think it’s real. She said it’s just an excuse for me to not pay attention.” He said. Flippy shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that. Well, if you boys have any assignments you need to do, now would be a good time to catch up on them.” Flippy said. Shifty reached into his backpack and pulled out some papers and a pencil and started working. “Dude, what are you doing?” Lifty whispered. “Working. What does it look like?” Shifty whispered back. “Why?” “Because I don’t want to get in trouble for not doing my work. Now leave me alone.” Shifty said, writing some stuff down. Lifty looked over to Nutty, who was drawing a picture. Lifty took a piece of paper from his backpack and started folding it into a paper airplane. He aimed it at Flippy and threw it. “TAKE COVER!!” He yelled. Flippy looked up and the plane flew over his head. He ducked down. “Ahh, oh no. No. NO.” He said, taking deep breaths. Lifty tried not to laugh. Flippy rubbed his temples and took deep breaths for a minute. After a minute, he calmed down. “That was close,” He said. He looked down and saw the paper airplane on the floor and picked it up. “What a minute? Who threw this?” He demanded. Lifty tried to stay quiet. “A paper airplane? You had a panic attack over an airplane?” Shifty said. “Blame the war, not me. Were you responsible for this?” Flippy said, holding the airplane out. “I’m trying to catch up on my assignments so I can fucking move on from this mental prison, so no, I had nothing to do with the stupid paper plane.” Shifty snapped. “Okay then. Nutty?” Flippy asked. “Huh? No, sir. I’m drawing a picture. Is that okay?” Nutty said. “Well, as long as it's appropriate, sure.” Flippy said. Nutty smiled and went back to drawing. “Lifty?” Flippy asked. “Maybe? I was bored, so sorry for trying to have a little fun.” Lifty said. “Fun? You think triggering someone’s PTSD is fun?” Flippy snapped. “Well, n-no. I just…” “Enough. I’ve got something for you to do. Get up here.” Flippy demanded. Lifty got up and walked to the front of the classroom. “Bend over.” Flippy instructed. Lifty froze. “N-no, I don’t want to.” He said. “I said, Bend. Over. NOW!!” Flippy said, sternly. Lifty just growled and did what he was told to. Flippy walked over to a supply closet and grabbed a ruler. “This should work,” He said. He walked back over to Lifty, grabbed his tail, and said, “I want you to count the blows. If you miscount or lose count, you’ll have to start over. Is that understood?” Flippy said. “Whatever, I’m not scared,” Lifty said, rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that,” said Flippy, raising the ruler. *SLAP* He brought it down, causing Lifty to flinch. “One.” He said. “Good,” Flippy said, raising the ruler again. *SLAP* “Ow, t-two.” Flippy raised the ruler again. *SLAP* “Ah, fuck. Three…” Lifty said, digging his claws into the desk. Flippy raised the ruler and gave the young raccoon a very hard blow to the bare bottom. *SLAP* “Ah, ffff… F-four.” Lifty said, his bottom beginning to hurt. “Keep going.” Flippy said, delivering another hard blow to Lifty’s bottom. *SLAP* “GAH!! F-fi-five.” Lifty whimpered. “What happened to you not being scared?” Flippy said. “Sh-shut up. Just get it over with.” Lifty said, bracing himself for another smack. “As you wish,” said Flippy, raising the ruler as high as he could and lowering it with a *SLAP*. Lifty had to cover his mouth to keep from screaming. “Six…” He whimpered. “What was that?” Flippy said. “SIX!! I said six.” Lifty said as a tear ran down his face. Flippy raised the ruler. *SLAP* “Mmh, S-seven.” He was trying to not cry, but the stinging in his rear made it difficult. Flippy raised the ruler and brought it down. *SLAP* “EIGHT!!” Lifty yelled. “God, you just had to push him, didn’t you?” Shifty thought, watching Lifty dig his claws into the desk. “Alright, Lifty, you’re doing good. We’re almost done.” Flippy said, bringing the ruler down on Lifty’s rear. *SLAP* “Ow, fuck.” Lifty said. “Language. What number are we on?” Flippy said. Lifty realized he forgot which number he was on. He couldn’t remember the last number he said. “I-I don’t… Um,” Lifty said, trying to remember. “Well, now we’re back to one.” Flippy said. He raised the ruler and brought it down. *SLAP* “One,” Lifty whimpered, putting his head down. *SLAP* “Ow, two.” At this point, Lifty couldn’t take it anymore and tears ran down his face. *SLAP* “OW!!” Lifty shouted. His bottom was stinging so badly, he couldn’t think straight. “You already lost count again?” Flippy said. “Please just stop, it hurts.” Lifty pleaded. “As soon as you can count to ten without miscounting or losing count, you can go. Until then…” *SLAP* “You stay right here.” “Owww, o-one.”Lifty whimpered. Flippy raised the ruler high and brought it down with a firm *SLAP* “Grrr, two.” Lifty growled, tears running down his face like a rainstorm. Flippy raised the ruler and brought it down. *SLAP* “Th-three,” Lifty said. Flippy felt bad for the young raccoon, since he was just a teenager, but couldn’t excuse his misdeed. He raised the ruler and brought it down, hard. “OW!!! FUCKING DICK!!!” Lifty yelled. “Actually, it was four. Are you doing this on purpose?” Flippy asked. “Sh-shut the f-f-fuck up, I just want this to be over.” Lifty said, biting the sleeve of his shirt. “Let’s start over for the fourth time.” said Flippy, raising the ruler and bringing it down with great force. “OWW, One.” Lifty sobbed. *SLAP* “T-two, goddamn it.” Lifty said. *SLAP* “THREE!!” *SLAP* “F-fuck, four.” Lifty’s bottom felt so numb. *SLAP* “Five” *SLAP* “Six, six” Lifty tried repeating the numbers so he wouldn’t forget them. *SLAP* “S-seven,” *SLAP* “Eight,” Lifty took deep breaths to stay calm. “Stay strong, buddy. Just two left. You’re doing great.” Flippy said, raising the ruler. *SLAP* “Nine,” Lifty whimpered. “Just one more.” FLippy said, rubbing Lifty’s back. He raised the ruler and delivered a very firm smack to Lifty’s stinging bottom. It was such a strong slap that the ruler nearly broke. “OWOWOWOWOW!!! TEN!!! TEN!!” Lifty winced at the blow. His legs wobbled so much, he was struggling to carry his own weight. Flippy put the ruler down on the desk and helped Lifty stand up. “Alright, Lifty. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Come here.” He said, pulling Lifty in for a hug. Lifty didn’t even fight it, his backside stung so badly that he just wanted any type of comfort he could get. “I-I-I’m so sorry, F-Flip-ppy, I promise I’ll b-behave f-from now on.” Lifty said, sobbing on Flippy’s shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay, buddy. Just breathe.” Flippy said, rubbing Lifty’s sore bottom. Meanwhile, Shifty and Nutty, who had been watching the whole thing, were also relieved it was over. “Listen, I’m sorry for being so hard on you. But you need to start following instructions, okay?” Flippy said, in a soft, gentle voice. Lifty’s voice was caught in his throat, so he just tearfully nodded instead. “Can you go the rest of the period without acting out?” Flippy asked. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Lifty said, wiping the tears off his face. “I’m glad to hear that. Turn around real quick.” Flippy said. Lifty turned around and Flippy raised his tail. “Ouch. Sorry about that.” He said, seeing the red stripes on Lifty’s backside. “Here, I’ll be right back.” He left the classroom. Lifty, not knowing what else to do, went back to his seat. He slowly lowered himself onto the chair, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself as his sore bottom made contact with the wooden chair. Soon, he was fully seated but was in great pain. “Hey, are you okay?” asked Shifty. “No, I’m not. I’m in pain. It hurts to sit, but my legs feel so weak that I can’t stand.” Lifty whimpered, his face buried in his arms. “I’m sorry to hear that, man.” Shifty said. Soon, the door opened and Flippy entered the room holding an icepack. “Here you go, buddy. This should help.” He said, handing it to Lifty. “*sniff* Thanks.” He said, slowly placing it under his red backside. “That feels a little better,” He said. Lifty reached into his backpack and got out some paper. 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THE END
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