"What am I to do with you Jane?" the man in the mortarboard and gown repeated. Not waiting for an answer, he went on, "This is the third time in two w...eks you have been sent to me for misbehaviour. Rudeness this time. Calling Miss Harper an old cow is not the sort of behaviour or the language we expect from pupils at any school, certainly not this one. I guess it has to be expulsion this time. Your parents won't be very pleased, will they?" No, Sir." I spanked you last time but that didn't do. He wore only a thong speedo which covered his penis. His chest, back, and legs were covered in whip marks. "Must be one hard ass mistress," thought Owen.The woman executive noticed Owen was staring and said, "He's harmless. Don't be afraid of him. In fact, he's being punished at the moment. He's probably more afraid of you than you are of him." Oh thank you," said Owen, not knowing quite what to say. "What is he, Greek?" he asked--again immediately regretting his ignorance."Close. Greek. ..keep sucking it.Swirl your tongue around and lick it too"Rachael being totally new at this kept on following whatever her teacher said. . She knew that at some point in the near future she’d be subjected to yet another session of torments, both physical and psychological.But she didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. What they’d done... No. What I’ve done.It was a truth she couldn’t bear to face. She’d committed acts beyond imagining in full view of her captors. She’d theatrically masturbated for their pleasure and caused herself pain for their amusement. And she’d reached innumerable climaxes just from having her sex savagely.