She cried out as the slap resounded in the air before she felt the sting, "Owah!" Her head was screaming at her as his firm grip had yanked her head up, causing the collar to dig into her neck slightly. "Stop it, please," she whimpered trying not to cry.<br/><br/>"What information are you talking about? And plans? What plans?" Mattie was struggling to keep a steady breath pulling slightly at her binds that wouldn't budge. "Mark never forced me to do such a thing, but he sure didn't stop-" she paused, not wanting to go into detail.<br/><br/>She was grateful when she felt the teacher's hand caress the stinging imprint on her cheek and her head nearly melted into the desk.<br/><br/>"I can't move anyways, I don't see a point in you pinning my back." Suddenly she felt his hand move to her sex and stiffened, desperately trying to wiggle away from his hand.<br/><br/>"Please don't touch me, I'm telling the truth! I'm a virgin.. Please.. I want to trust you but this is too much.."<br/><br/>It was useless to argue his hand already working at her sex, so she did her best to relax, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Her situation now was more embarrassing than anything she had been forced to do since arriving at Lady Shaw's College.<br/><br/>She groaned and took a deep breath, clearing her mind as she fought to imagine herself out running the track, her music playing in her ears as she escaped the torments of home. It was useless as his words were able to permeate through her thoughts and bring her back into Mr. Blackstone's office.<br/><br/>"My hymen should still be intact sir, I've been rather careful with my body and the only injuries I have gotten were sore muscles and twisted ankles." The proof was in the resistant barrier his finger brushed against, causing the tears she had reeled in to flood her eyes.<br/><br/><br/>At the mention of her punishment and having a choice Mattie looked to wear he had indicated, both the crop and the cat o' nine made her shiver at the prospect of how much pain either would inflict. Her decision was already made that she would not ask for his hand to strike her bottom for a forty count. The crop seemed to be far more painful than the nine, but she didn't know. Either way she didn't think to try and take the lesser of it all out of fear that this was a mind game that her teacher was trying to play.<br/><br/>She growled as his finger continued to wiggle, her legs tensing  and she looked back at Mr. Blackstone, "It's there, now please stop!"