Teacher's Pets - Part 1 of 2 (Patreon)

Iva couldn't help but delight in her handiwork.

"Why the long faces? If the pair of you didn't want detention in my little pocket dimension, then maybe you shouldn't have just shrunk me whenever you felt like it - for years." She saw them both look ready to burst into some kind of tirade. "And Ms. Iva doesn't want any backtalk from either of you..."

The witch admired her handiwork. They were far too easy to trap. Far too predictable.

"Now, little Nicole, little Warin - look at the board. You won't be clearing that even if you stand on each other's shoulders so maybe instead of pouting and whining, the two of you can work on some manners and think about what got you into this mess."

The dwindled pair erupted into protests, but the towering Ivana cut them off. "You can speak when you're called on. Keep up the attitude, and maybe you'll lose the privilege of speaking at all." It was subtle, but Iva's eyes sparked with magic.

The shrunken pair offered more hushed responses, a sullen cocktail of pleas, protests and bargaining. Yet their cowed attempts went quiet as Iva's heels clicked against the wooden floor, echoing in the conjured room.

The witch turned teacher regarded her little prisoners and former tormentors. "Understand your self-inflicted situation little ones; I'm big. You're small. If you ever want out of here, then I'd start working on some contrition." She let out a satisfied breath. "Now, to expedite that - who's up for some humiliation?"

The shrunken pair could only regard the towering witch with dread anticipation.