She stopped, turned and looked at the instructor in disbelief, "Inept you say Instructor Han'mere? You had better take cover or risk getting hurt by f...ying shrapnel." He snorted again and ignored her warning, waving at her to begin. She did stop and retrieve her cloak and wrapped it around herself. She hoped it would provide her a little protection from the explosion that was about to occure in the classroom.Tama reached in and linked to the lightning strike ability she would use for this. Close to the river it was lush with tall reeds at the water’s edge and cottonwood trees lining the bank, but higher up the grade it was desert like with mesquite, palo verde, and several types of cactus. The areas between the cottonwoods were covered in a coarse grass which made it good land for grazing stock. It was early summer and the west Texas heat was still a month or so away. It was pleasant riding near the Rio Grande but later in the year the sun would begin to bake the desert like. No cell phone. Nothing. He stretched and glanced at the clock, which was showing a late start to his new life at 11:15 am. He smiled and threw back the covers, padding over to the lounge chair to retrieve his robe. Tying the belt he searched for his slippers but lost interest after he got a whiff of coffee from the kitchen. His daily maid of 10 years, Jasmine, had let herself in as usual and was doing the daily chores of dishes, laundry and anything else it was that she did all day. He came. They handed their tickets to Mr White which had the number of strokes printed in red on them. The two younger girls both had twelve strokes to come but the mature lady had thirty. The slim girls were bare assed but the older lady had white knickers on and bare tits.It didn’t matter as it was Mr White duty to pull any knickers down without formality to present the arses for a good caning .The shape of the benches ensured that the legs were kept well open and the anus and cunt were presented.