” She recalled the employees she'd consigned to this fate. “I deserve no leniency.”“Good. You shouldn't expect it. But a negative note on your...employment record won't reflect well on either of us. I won't let you off. In your senior position, I should hold you to a higher standard. You won't repeat this madness, will you?”“No, never.”“You deserve some of your own medicine.”Her heart flipped, falling through her stomach. “Do you mean?” she left her question hanging.“Yes, Clare. You need caning.”. My instincts began to take over. There was no fear; I had long ago stopped worrying about being wounded or dying.The three punks thought that they were in control, however, they had no idea of the danger they were in. Even today, I shudder at the thought of what might have happened. I learned in combat that once you could kill one person, you could kill anyone; the only difference was your justification.Many people couldn't understand how soldiers could kill women, children, or even their own. No it wasn't me in the stall. I think I would have noticed that one being taken. But it was me leaving the bathroom. I was smiling and my cheeks were flush with post orgasmic joy."Is there something you want to tell me, Brittney?" he asked although I knew he could tell exactly what I'd done."I'd just masturbated per your instructions. I sent you a recap," I stammered. I knew from the time stamp that the picture was from between classes and not at lunch so maybe he would miss that fact. But. Then she stumbled somewhat unsteady on her so unusually stretched legs to the bathroom. When she turned on the light, she was confronted by her reflection in the two full-length mirrors.Except on the white globes of her boobs which were usually covered by the now, regretfully, necessarily more oversized top of her bikini and the panties triangle well below the navel, the cat’s only teasing claws had left no visible marks on Jennifer’s tanned skin.Seeing now the telling pink markings on her tits.