"No more?" Drummond said, sounding mildly amused. "My dear Miss McCoy, by now you must have realized that you are in no position  to make any demands of me or other staff members of St. Catherine's. Your behavior and education is our responsibility, and we take that very, very seriously, you understand?" The cane trailed down Marlena's back, resting briefly between her panty-covered asscheeks. "Of course I am hurting you. Breaking the rules will result in pain. Obeying them will keep you safe, comparatively. The rules are for your protection, edification, and betterment, and you will be mindful of them."<br/><br/>Down the cane slid, suddenly slipping between her thighs. Drummond pressed the cane upwards, against Marlena's covered cunt. He could feel the thrill of action running through his body and was well aware he was rock hard beneath his trousers. Oh, how this girl's skin would feel under his hands...he began to run the cane back and forth, letting the solid stick rub against Marlena's panties.<br/><br/>"If I was to go down to the office and look up your file, Ms. McCoy, what would I find? Would I find a virginal, spoiled little princess? Or would I find a slut with her legs open so wide that any one had a chance?" The cane came away from her body again and she would hear it thwack against his palm behind her. "Answer the question, McCoy. Now. What would I find?"<br/><br/>