CH. 5
I miserably made my way to the front of the classroom. Yoh eyed with a grin the entire class. If my hands weren't so precious to me, I'd have slapped his dirty face. I took a chair and set it next to Yoh, forced my weight foreword, and leaned against its backing. The teacher seemed pleased with my obedience. He said, "I'll lessen your discipline since you're being obedient." But that didn't give me any relief considering that my pride was damaged enough already. The teacher drew his arm back and then, it came…that horrid slap of wood against my skirt. I felt the painful rush surge up from my rear, up my spine, into my cheeks, and then, come dripping out in the form of a single tear. I winced, letting the tear trickle down my face. The burning sensation in my rump was help the boiling temperature of my anger rise.

Yoh just stood there, eyeing me as I was hit three more times. My lashes were harsh, but few. AS for Yoh, he endured ten more and then was allowed to stand. When the teacher had finished his discipline, he ordered, "Now kneel before your classmates and apologize for disturbing their time of study."

That's when I first looked out to our public torture audience. I understood how Braveheart must have felt when he was publicly executed because in the eyes of the students seemed hungry for more violence. The girls especially seemed pleased that I was being punished since they knew Yoh and I were going to be wed and the jealousy was nearly toxic in their blood. I fell to my knees, but sat up since my buttocks were on fire. Yoh took his place next to me, but he was still a head taller on his knees. He gave the girls his charming little smile as he said in a loud, proud voice, "I'm Yoh Asakura! And I am so sorry for taking your time!" He ended his mini speech with another flashing smile before he stood and walked back to his seat followed by applause from the students.

AS for me, I must have lacked the charisma, because no one even looked at me while I said sorry. The only satisfaction I got was when Yoh sat in his chair, then jumped back up clutching his bottom. He had apparently forgotten the bruises that remained there from his punishment. Learning from his stupidity, I gently lowered myself into the chair and sat awkwardly to the side, so that I was really resting on my hip bone rather than my butt. Either way, it hurt to sit at all. I glanced to the side halfway through the lecture and saw Yoh wriggling in his seat. He seemed to be in a lot of pain.

And so, I decided that my morning wasn't too bad. As long as Yoh suffered, my life was worth the effort of living.

Once that class was over, I felt a familiar arm swing around my shoulders, squeezing me towards the firm chest of my dear hubby, Yoh. "WHAT?" I said, rather aggravated by Yoh's meaningless existence.

"My wifey!" Yoh said loudly so that the girls passing by all took the time to glare at me, "My dear wifey! Does your booty hurt?"

"Yes," I answer blandly, hoping that by being honest and boring, I'd drive him away.

"It does?" MinWoo asked leaning closer as if he couldn't hear me well.

"YES!" I shouted loud enough so that he could have gone potentially deaf.

"I see," MinWoo said sticking a finger in his ear to rub out the remnants of my voice that remained, "then…"

"What?"

"Can I kiss your booty to make it feel better?"

I rolled by eyes and elbowed MinWoo so hard in his abs, which were surprisingly firm, that he bent over in pain. As I walked away, I heard MinWoo shouting after me, "See you at home pumpkin!"

…and once again, doesn't my life sound just beautiful?