“Yeow!” she cried.
The second landed quickly after the first, though this time her tutor was not as methodical as usual, placing the cuts one below the other. This next one landed on her
thighs; and the young man continued to alternate from bottom to top until he was finished.
The last sizzle pierced the air, and the cut landed across several others, Kate’s guttural scream rising from her lips. Her bottom was blistered and raw.
“Oh god,” she slumped wearily against the desk. She’d never felt so awful in all her life.
Unfortunately, her tutor gave her no time to recover. He ordered her to her desk and placed her math book in front of her nose. She could hardly sit her bottom was so sore.
“You get one hundred percent on your algebra test today, and you’ll escape another caning tomorrow
