The walk was hell. Keiko knew there was unlikely to be anyone else in the halls, and<em>surely</em>, Miss Bell would have taken care that they wouldn't meet anyone on this trip - but it didn't matter. All she could think about was the shame if her classmates saw her like this, following half-naked behind the boys on a tether. No matter what happened to the teacher if they were caught, the students would never live it down.<br/><br/>Through her fear and shame, she tried to stay close on Michael, and spare him what pain she could. It wasn't easy, though, and she found herself practically pressed against him, scared they might trip over each other's feet. But any further back and she was pulling on the twine painfully. It was a heartfelt relief when the three of them were lead into the little locked room, and allowed to stop.<br/><br/>The relief only lasted a moment, and then Keiko was protesting incoherently into her gag as she looked at the tools on the walls of the bare room. Whips, canes, dildos and other, less recognisable, tools met her eyes as she looked around and she shook her head, stepping backward against the wall. But there was nowhere to go, so, reluctantly, she followed the lead of the boys and knelt. The flash of the camera made her turn away. At least she wasn't as naked as the guys were, but god! she couldn't imagine what people would say if these pictures got out.