Sheesh I heard that she was already yelling at someone trying to figure out who's cooler. I just wonder how she manages to bypass the teachers with her "performances" ... Well, i think i muuuuust continue working on Rebecca discipline in our "private class"? * Puts his hand on her back, they walk together *

Yeah, that sounds like her. Someone called me a teachers pet but I think with how "lucky" she is, Rebecca is the teachers pet. *giggles* Ms, Beatatrice at work once again. Maybe you should be a teacher. I think I saw an ad for helping other girls study.

* She smiles, she likes this comment, this strange floor with an empty hallway, and the bright pleasant sun from the window * Yes? I never thought ... Oh, first I need to ... finish my studies. But the idea is interesting. * She presses Viola to the windowsill and gently crawls under her shirt with My finger * I will must have teachers pet too, but i think they will be punished with my palm ... very accurately and clearly. So... he-he... *blushing hard accidently* ow...

*Smiling at how she got her love to lose the sad face, Viola cheerfully follows but she wasnt ready to be pushed against the window. As Beatrice raises her skirt. Viola tries to cover back up as she looks away, but not aware that passerbyes can kind of see her panties through the glass.* B-Beatrice! I been good! Hmph!

* presses her tightly with her ass to the glass, so that the buns are a little imprinted. It becomes clear that armored glass can withstand an elephant. Therefore, Viola, sitting on the windowsill, is now tightly imprinted with her fifth point, feeling the coolness. It remains only to guess who sees them and how. And do they see them from the street. Considering that this is a special institution established by a special law. - Sorry ... * Kisses her quickly on the cheek. It can be seen that, although Beatrice does not show, she looks around her like a radar.*

*Getting smushed into the glass, she wasnt worried about that, she was worried about Beatrice breast pushing into hers. Her blush remained as she is kissed. Looking back she sighs.* Alright, you win. What is up?

*Hands completely under the shirt and pushing harder. Viola's not such a voluminous body in Beatrice hands, she notices that it is gentle and timidly bent.* Just ... I'm sorry * She grabs the coffee and puts it on the windowsill * We'll keep going. Ms. Beatrice will be attentive to you as usual ...

* The sound of footsteps in the distance along the corridor*

*Viola on the other hand, moans a little as is touched gently. She pulls Beatrice in and starts kissing her. Breaking for a second she smiles, not hearing the footsteps.* Dont be sorry...you are great honey!

* With a masterful movement, she kisses very tightly and pulling on her panties, lowers Viola from the windowsill, her palm remains on her bottom and they both turn to the teacher, yes, she took the moment to embarrass Viola even more. It was a great lesson in "shy craft". Now they are both red standing next to each other *

YO! Hello my bunny-butts, what are you doing here? Have we got a battle here? Showdown? * Laughs * oh, I remember you.

Nn-o Ma'am. We are just...we are just looking...and and thinking...

*Viola blushes as she is bent over the sill and her panties are in Beatrice hand. However, as she is turned, Viola dies as she gets called out by Stanpley. Taking a page out of Beatrice page she nods.* J-Just admiring the view. A-And no fights ma'[am....

Oh! "Thinking" nice! Ha. Ok ok chill Keep work. You from the whole class, despite your disgrace, did well. How do you like my lessons? * Smiles broadly and kindly *

*They stand tightly shoulder to shoulder so the teacher does not see anything. Beatrice slyly pulls on her panties a little more *

*pulls up Viola's panties little more*

*Still being bent the way Beatrice wants her, Viola gives a blushed smile.* Oh, your very fun Ms. Stampley....Im sorry I got into aaaah! *Viola blushes as her panties raise up.* Ahhhh....I mean im sorry i got into a AAAAHH!

F-Fight ma'am....B-Bea taught me a lesson....can you ignore strike off my spanking please?

MMMM no, BUT I can think about it ... But I already wrote in the report card. Listen, five slaps will definitely do you good. You have good data for do you best girl!

*With a secret smile of a kliptomaniac, gently lets go of viola panties, lightly flicking by finger on the viola's buttoks, gives her a break, removing hand*

*Viola jumps and accidently tackles into Ms Stampley as her asshole is flicked. Face now in her sports bra, Viola blushes as she steps back afraid of what Ms Stampley is thinking.* I...I didn't mean...

* She looks embarrassed suddenly and looks at her * Hey. Jump carefully. That would be better * Embarrassed * I will remember you. Show me these jumps in class * Smiles and blushes a little. and leave*

smiles - oh, I'm sorry, perhaps * laughs * I * whispers * I didn't want to hit it so accurately ... but I like it ...

Y-Yes ma'am. *Heart skipping a beat, she thought she was surely dead. But first, she nods to Beatrice before pouting.* Bea, can you sit with me for a second? I want to tell you something.*

*Sitting* oh? what? wha?

*As Beatrice sits down, Viola grabs her wrist, using Beas momentum to drag her over her knee! Raising her skirt, she gives her a firm slap.* Why where you doing that! Stampley was right there!

WHAt.... are you doooing ! AAAWWH! A.... he managed to catch her by surprise! * I thought ... I thought .... this would be .... a good lesson! But ... I overdid it! OH OH *

*Giving a mighty swing, She gives Beatrice a wedgie too.* What was I suppose to learn! That my ass is sensative? How would you like if i flicked yours! *Just like she said, she flicks Beatrice pucker.* Not nice is it!

WHAT ARE YOU! AAAAW! * she leans forward and tries to get up * Hey enough! You will beat off your hands!* OOwwwwwwwwww
Ehm....ehm...

*on the last movement of the viola, she freezes and insidiously looks back*

*Realizing she pushed to hard, Viola blushes and nods.* I...Im sorry Bea...I lost control again...

* She rolls down onto the floor and grins at the really frightened viola * Well .. I think we'll talk to you about this ... * She smiles and winks * During a literature lesson ...

* Visibly approached * And I think I'll talk to you about this girls too. Stand to attention! *She don't see anything she see just two girls on the floor*

*Viola pulls out her coffee and offers it to her.* H-Here, I hope you can forgive me. *However, she yelps as Flatcher calls her out* Oh ah! Yes ma'am!

Do you know there will be a weekend punishment tomorrow? And in this corridor there will be a line to the office *

* Red as a tomato, she stands at attention and freezes like a soldier with a feigned face of respect and reverence *

Oh...ah our weekly spankings...yes?

Yes. There will be a lot girls tomorrow, but therefore we will punish one by one. Me. Ms. Stampley and even the director will join ... I remember you ... Aircraft carrier of paper airplanes ... Girl..Come on earlier, I think we'll have a great talk...

I think she will stand and wait for her turn. Ma'am ..

A-Are you talking to me or both of us to come early? W-Wait if i come early, no one will see me...right?

Yes, but then it will be the head of the academy. She will probably be punishing in her office. Are you still shy? Girls, your butts are a discipline and learning tool here. Until you leave here they have no special "Secret" value and should be provided at the first request of the teacher. Am I clear? Yes, early in the morning I will punish or the head of the academy ... A chance to be first in line.

* despite the belittling speech, she catches herself thinking that she would very much like to see it. But on the other hand, she does not want someone else to touch the viola ... she stands and is torn in her feelings. Well, there is still a lot of time in this academy to understand them. *

Y-Yeah...Im still nervous Ms Flatcher. *She nods.* Ah....I would rather come early. What time should I go in?

Better come at 8.30. Then we will punish the theater group.

*rising hand* Do we have a theater club? owh whoow

*Raising an eyebrow, this idea also intrigued her.*

Yes, and they will receive tomorrow for showing their performance so badly that I had to blush in front of the director of the academy * - So tomorrow their butts will blush

Wait...did the director spank you? Can you teachers get spanked too?

* She indignantly looked and seemed to have grown in the eyes of the viola to the very ceiling * no! Unlike you, my dears, my bonus was removed for this! * ponders * And ... and in general what ... what do you care! EHM ... If you come to me tomorrow ... I think we will clear up all the questions.

* She waved her pointer beautifully * And now march out of here. "Girls"