Hikari huffs hotly, a tiny bit of 'steam' showing in her breath due to the cold of the room.  At least, it<em>seems</em>awfully cold at the moment, what with the way her nipples are getting all thick and pebbly.  The warmth in her cheeks gives her a constant 'drunkard's blush' that doesn't quite match the now-glowing red of her well-smacked hind end, that still shivers and flexes in fearful anticipation even as he switches to soothing it with loving caresses.  The teen opens her mouth to reply, and instead finds herself giving a tiny, mewling groan in response, "Mmmnnahh..."<br/><br/>The sight of Yukiko's struggles makes her furrow her brow in confusion for a moment.  The other girl doesn't seem nearly so mortified as she had imagined from the sounds she was making.  As a matter of fact, she looked a lot more like, well...  like Hikari herself, in her current state.  But...  she hadn't been getting spanked at all!  Why would she possibly look so flushed with warmth and shiftlessly uncomfortable?<br/><br/>"Uhm...?" Hikari blinks once, realizing that Goroi-sensei is talking to her.  Her lower lip juts in a pout briefly, and she gives a slow nod of her head in answer to his question, sniffling slightly.  "You...  you mean it, sensei?  You really think I'm a good girl...?"  That would normally give her the warm fuzzies anyway--because she<em>is</em>a good girl, like that--but for some reason it seems to<em>really</em>hit her glee button right now, making her forget all about her classmate's suspicious behavior and her smarting backside and the highly irregular why Goroi-sensei was touching her in an off-limits area.