"I.. I'm sorry Mistress... I... was stopped by a pupil... she was late handing in an assignment... I... It was my fault, Mistress, I should have made her give it to me in class. I... deserve to be p... p... punished!"<br/><br/>Celia flinched away from the cane. She had noticed the handcuffs too. She began to feel hot and wet between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.<em>No, no no... I should just run, I should tell the governor, or the pta, or.... the supervisor.</em>She tormented herself with these thoughts. The pain that was to come both repelled her and attracted her.<br/><br/>Why had she allowed the headmistress to even start this torture? She knew, of course... They had seen a mutual need in each other the moment they met.<br/><br/>