A Forced Lesson: Discipline and Shared Humiliation in the Classroom
The bustling streets of Jinglebell City had turned chaotic the day before. A devastating pile-up involving twenty-four vehicles slammed into one another, leaving scorched metal and shattered glass scattered across the road like broken toys. The cause was simple and shocking: a young girl had suddenly darted into the middle of the intersection, forcing drivers to swerve and collide in a terrifying chain reaction.
Kang Daegi, the sharp-eyed field reporter, stood at the scene, his microphone steady despite the chaos. “Here we are, at the heart of the accident. Twenty-four cars piled up in a cascade of destruction. The road still bears the marks—scratches, dents, and broken pieces. Thankfully, no one lost their life, though this kind of crash could easily have been fatal. The exact cause is still under investigation, but every eyewitness we’ve spoken to gives the same terrifying account: a young girl in white suddenly jumped into the road.”
Kim Dae-gi continued his report in his formal, broadcast-journalism tone. “I remember it clearly, though my mind is a little fuzzy now. She was tiny, wearing a simple white outfit. She ran straight into my car—my brand-new, freshly imported vehicle—and left it chewed up like a dog’s chew toy. That little bitch!”
Perfect Memory Manipulation
Tambourine popped up beside Baek Jaeseong with a smug grin, her small fluffy body bouncing on her paws as she pointed at the live news feed playing on his phone. “Heh! How’s that, taemp! I perfectly manipulated everyone’s memories, taemp!”
But Han Somi’s ears were not tuned to her voice. She sighed heavily, tucked her phone into her bag, and tried to focus. The homeroom teacher would enter any moment for roll call. “I skipped PE class yesterday and I’m going to get in trouble for it. Ugh! Why did I have to pick PE period for that…?”
Before her words could even finish, the classroom door burst open with a loud bang. It was Yang Hyejin, the homeroom teacher.
Yang Hyejin stepped inside, already peeling off her outer skirt and blouse in one smooth motion. The moment her hands reached for her bra and panties, she stripped them away without hesitation. Soon she stood completely naked in the middle of the classroom—until, of course, the altered common sense kicked in and she would later swap back into her teacher outfit. That was simply how things worked here.
“Class President,” she called, her voice gentle and professional yet carrying a faint, knowing edge. “Bring the disciplinary equipment.”
Yang Gain—now dressed in her own headband and plain beige top—nodded once. “Yes, teacher.”
The class president, Bae Jeongmi, hurried over carrying the exact same bondaged-teacher outfit she herself wore. She held out the red collar, leash, dog-ear headband, and the flanged plug-tail shaped like a puppy’s. “This is the standard One-Day Dog Punishment kit, teacher. Red collar and leash for control, dog-ear headband, and the tail plug. The plug’s base is specially designed so once inserted it stays put no matter how much the subject squirms.”
Yang Hyejin took the items and turned to Somi. “If you skip class during lessons, what happens?”
“I… I get the One-Day Dog Punishment,” Somi answered quietly, ears already drooping.
“That’s right. Smart girl. No more skipping, understood?”
“Yes, teacher…”
“Then strip naked and kneel.”
Somi obeyed slowly, folding her clothes with careful precision—the way she had learned after last time when she had messed up the folding and received a stern lecture from the class president. She set everything neatly aside.
Bae Jeongmi collected the folded clothes and locked them away in her own locker. From now until dismissal, Somi would be without any clothes at all.
The red collar snapped around her neck. The leash clicked into place. The dog-ear headband settled over her hair. Yang Hyejin spread Somi’s legs wide, exposing her most intimate parts to the classroom. The other girls stared with wide, curious eyes.
“Here it comes. The tail plug. It’s small enough to be the width of your little finger, so a little lubricant and it slides right in.”
Hyejin applied a generous amount of lubricant to Somi’s rear entrance and gently pushed the plug inside. The flanged base locked it in place with a soft click. Somi shivered violently, feeling the strange, invasive pressure invade her most private place.
“Relax your hips,” Hyejin instructed.
“Yes, teacher…”
“Good dog. Say it like a proper puppy.”
Slap!
Hyejin’s open palm cracked against Somi’s bare bottom. Somi yelped in her high, cute voice. “Woof!”
With the plug now seated deep, Somi’s transformation was complete. She had become the ultimate display of a sleek, shameless female dog in heat. Yang Hyejin handed the leash to Bae Jeongmi. “Class President, you are in charge of Somi today. Keep her well-managed.”
“Understood, teacher. Leave it to me,” Jeongmi replied confidently.
Now fully a dog, Somi walked to her desk on all fours. She could not sit properly—only curl up uncomfortably on the cold floor while studying. The leash in Jeongmi’s grip prevented any independent movement. Dogs, after all, were not allowed to leave the classroom except for bathroom breaks.
Because she was naked, the need to pee came on fast. Somi looked up at her classmate and pleaded, “Class President… now’s recess. Can I use the bathroom…?”
Jeongmi cracked the whip. “Whip!”
“No talking allowed from a dog!”
“Kiiing…!”
Jeongmi was every bit as strict as the teacher. But she did not leave her alone. The two girls—Somi on all fours, Jeongmi holding the leash—walked side by side toward the boys’ restroom.
Somi, still in her dog form, had to crawl on all fours. When they reached the door, Jeongmi pushed it open. “Here. Pee right here.”
Somi froze. Jeongmi immediately cracked the whip across her bare bottom. “Hyaaah!”
“Even if you’re a dog, you still have to say it like a person!”
“Kiiing…!”
Jeongmi dragged her to the urinal. Somi lifted one leg, but the unfamiliar position caused her urine to splash everywhere—onto Jeongmi’s uniform, the floor, and even Somi’s own face. Jeongmi frowned, grabbed the whip again, and began spanking Somi’s red, swollen rear in rapid rhythm. “Smack! Smack! Smack!”
Somi yelped and shook her hips frantically to dodge the blows, but four-legged movement was slow and clumsy. The spanking continued until her bottom turned bright crimson like an overripe apple. Only then did Jeongmi lower the whip. “If you can’t pee properly, you’ll have to wet yourself anywhere. And next time I’ll punish you with my bare hand. Got it?”
Jeongmi had just finished speaking when the restroom door opened again.
Somi’s eyes widened in shock. There—wearing the exact same bondaged-teacher outfit—stood the owner and his female dog companion. The owner was the class president from the neighboring class, and the female dog was Yang Gain, the girl she had met yesterday. Gain’s beautiful features were twisted with shame as she crawled on all fours, tail plug bobbing behind her.
“This is the boys’…!”
“Boys are all in their own class. This is the dog-only restroom now. And another person is talking! I told you no speaking from a dog!”
The neighboring class president cracked her whip across Gain’s back. Gain cried out in a fragile, pitiful voice and collapsed to the floor.
“Stop pretending! Stand up right now!”
Jeongmi looked over and asked the neighboring president, “Isn’t that Yang Gain?”
“Yes. She skipped class in Korean today, so she’s on One-Day Dog Punishment. As a human I don’t know what she’d do, but as a female dog she’s totally failing. She’s even threatening to beg the teacher for a dog extension.”
“She won’t listen?”
“She keeps talking like a person! On top of that, her four-legged walking is awkward. When I inserted her tail plug the first time, she screamed so loud the whole hallway heard her. I was embarrassed for her.”
“Hmm…”
“Your dog is Somi, right? She skipped again?”
“Yes. PE class again.”
“Heh. Still, Somi’s a pretty good bitch, isn’t she?”
“No. She can’t even aim properly. I’m worried about how I’ll teach her next time.”
The two class presidents chatted happily, the way friends do after a walk. Somi, trying to keep her voice as low as possible, whispered to Gain, “We meet again~”
“Uuu… like this…”
“Can’t be helped. I skipped class.”
“Still… ah!”
Suddenly an inexplicable sense of déjà vu washed over Gain’s mind. Something felt… wrong. Terribly wrong. She could not pinpoint the cause, but her body felt off-kilter, as if something had been twisted.
“Is something… not right?”
Gain’s question made Somi tilt her head. It seemed to her that something was indeed strange. But she could not say what.
“Casts is searching the school grounds right now. I hope he finds something.”
She glanced at the neighboring president holding the leash, then continued, “Anyway, our dogs are also bad at peeing. Oh! I just had a good idea. Jeongmi, can I borrow your dog for a moment?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Teach her properly how to pee. Stand her up in front of the urinal… perfect. Like this.”
The neighboring president positioned Somi right next to the urinal and yanked the leash, bringing Gain forward in front of her.
“If you don’t pee properly into the urinal, this girl will get splashed all over. So if you don’t want to cause trouble, aim correctly.”
“Oh ho. So that’s how you do it.”
Jeongmi clapped her hands in admiration at the neighboring president’s clever trick.
Gain lifted one leg, face tight with tension. This was her first time peeing with another person watching. The pressure made it difficult. “Hurry up and pee! I’m running out of recess time!”
Jeongmi cracked the whip across Gain’s bottom. “Hyaaah!”
Gain let out a single scream and finally released her urine. But because her aim was completely off, the golden stream hit Somi straight in the face. “Uwoh!”
Somi shook her head. Gold-colored pee soaked her hair. Gain looked mortified. “S-sorry!”
“How long are you going to keep talking like a person as a dog!?”
In the end, for peeing on her classmate, Gain received twenty whip lashes from Jeongmi.