Three Miscreants 3

I found a bottle of sherry in the dormitory, and now have the girls are lined up in front of me for interrogation. Nobody wants to admit to the infraction, so once again I must get physical. Veronica is up next, her face full of pain and fear as she holds out her palms for punishment. Twelve strokes from my tawse has her shivering and sobbing, gasping for air as she tries to keep the count. Bent over now, the miscreant screams in agony as she receives eighteen strokes on her sore, bruised bottom. Part 3 of 8