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Indeed, she did not run late for class the next morning. But that by no means guaranteed a safe day for her bottom. In fact, no bottoms were safe very long in Hampus, her college. By lunch time, she already found herself laid across the large principal's desk, skirt lifted to her waist. Her cotton panties hardly provided any protection against the principal's cane, though it certainly felt like a privilege after watching the girl before her getting it on the bare. The girl climbed on the desk with a smooth, healthy bottom framed between the seam of her lifted skirt and her rolled down panties. Minutes later, she trudged her way out, crutching and rubbing a badly welted, swollen backside. CRACK! Elena yelped as the last stroke landed. Her hands flew back, sliding under the panties to feel if the caning had left any welts. It was a reflief, at least a little bit, to find none. Getting off the desk, desperately trying to squeeze some of the throbbing pain out of her cheeks, she pants as the principal reminds her that the leniency only applied to the first offense. Break the same rule again and would see her panties dropped for discipline. "As if that wasn't inevitable," she mutters under her breath.
Chapter 1
