The gray woman stood back and admired her handiwork. The room was bare aside from the barely-visible filaments tracing the air across the middle. When standing at the correct angle, she could barely make out the strong web she'd constructed in its simple spiral pattern. The last edge of the thing ran faintly along the floor and to her own leg, kept carefully taught in case something wandered into her trap while she was away.
With a clap, Steel strode out into the dimly-lit hallway near the stairwell attaching the basement to the rest of the school. She waved her hand and the lights further along flickered out, plunging the path into darkness. The bare bulb in the room now shone like a beckoning beacon as the last bit of hope. The cruel creature smiled and strode back towards the stairwell to wait under it until someone came along that she could chase into her web.

"Damn- what's this?" Severity asked herself, glancing at the small envelope that had been slipped under her door. "Wha- detention?" She frowned.
Alright, maybe she had passed a few assignments in late, and a few more not at all. But to spend all night in detention- "Longer as the administrator recommends?" she read aloud. Well, she had best get going- already, she was an hour late for her punishment.
She walked down to the basement, not bothering to change out of her uniform. This school was so weird- she had requested a new shirt, since her ample breasts strained the white fabric, but nothing had come of it yet. As well, her skirt seemed abnormally short. At her old school, you wouldn't have even been allowed to wear it. Grumbling quietly to herself, she descended the stairs to the basement.
And even better- it was dark. She sighed, not knowing which way to go. There was only one room with light on it, an she knocked cautiously on the door before opening it. "Hello?"

The gray woman watched silently as the student descended past her. Her eyes shone as she drank in her form hungrily, pleased with this new bit of sport. She held her position until Severity was nearing the door towards her trap, then dissolved herself enough to step through the stairs once more and glide noiselessly towards her prey.
A cool hand silently fell on the girl's shoulder from behind. "Hello," said Steel, wrapped in gray skin, her vest open over her chest. In the dim light, her cat-slit eyes shone bright as they settled with a most displeased look upon the full-figured young woman before her. "Let me see that, if you please," she continued, holding out her other hand, as she nodded towards the slip of paper detailing her crimes.

She jumped, as her hand descended on the thin cloth covering her shoulder. "Oh- er, here," she said, handing over the detention slip. She squirmed slightly under the woman's steely gaze. Having never been down here, Severity wouldn't recognize anyone who worked here- or, for that matter, anyone who didn't.

Steel flicked the sheet open and held it up to the light as she stepped just inside the room. She gestured absent-mindedly for the girl to follow as she read the page silently. She sighed and shook her head after a moment, then folded the page and slid it into her pocket.
"Skipping out on your assignments? Tsk. Let me guess, you're far too busy to do all of your homework as instructed. I'm going to go ahead and guess that that's why you were over an hour late for detention. Young lady, we do not take kindly this sort of behavior around here. Why don't you take a seat while I determine what precisely to do with you," said the gray woman. Her hand jabbed at the air to indicate a bare metal chair that hadn't been there a moment ago on the far side of her near-invisible trap.

Severity nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am," she said, glancing down at her feet. She was under the impression that she would be writing lines or something...
Suddenly, she walked into something thin, hard, and sticky. She tried to pull away from it. "What is this?" she asked quietly, returning her gaze to Miss Steel.

Four long, spindly legs reached from behind the gray woman to lift her from the ground and carry her towards Severity. "My web. What else would it be? It's so much easier to keep you things still this way," she said. She held out her right hand and flexed it a few times, gathering mass. With a flick of her wrist, a small, smooth blade appeared in her grasp as the two higher legs reached up to settle themselves on the invisible strands.
"Now, I'm sure you're tired of these poor-fitting clothes, so let's get rid of them, shall we?"

She tried to pull away, but only succeeded in tangling herself up more. "No- please- you can't!" she stuttered, her eyes wide and fearful. As the blade drew closer, she quickly learned to stay still, to prevent the cold metal cutting her skin.

"Can't?" Steel said, flicking the edge in small gashes over the shirt straining against her prey's chest to expose the bra and flesh underneath. "You underestimate me. That's generally not wise." Her free hand snatched for the tattered fabric and shoved it against the filaments to trap it and expose Severity further.
She twirled the blade loosely and leaned back on her long legs to survey her prize. "Maybe I should get Father to teach me more about these knives. She could do this from the other side of the room," she mused as a dark grin played on her lips.

She winced, her face whitening as her bra was exposed. Helpless, the girl could do nothing but hang there, her breasts heaving with every breath she took.
Across the room... Her eyes widened. "Fr-from here is fine," she stuttered quietly. "Please, don't hurt me..."

Miss Steel chuckled and dipped the blade smoothly between the girl's breasts to slide the small strip at the front of her bra in two. The fabric hung aside for a bare moment before it was caught and shoved up with the torn shirt.
"Now, if I don't hurt you, how will you ever learn your lesson, hm? Let's see, failing to complete your work, what's that again? Ahh, yes, I remember now," she said, once more twirling the knife. The blade's edge grew longer with each circle and rounded out in a long sort of handle, then flattened in a band of black leather. "Ten lashes with the crop should do for starters. You have such a lovely belly, girl, that I think I'll use that as my target." Steel gave the crop a quick test swing and snapped the leather crisply against her own arm.

Her eyes widened as she watched the vicious-looking weapon. "No- no, please!" she beggedn, terrified. "I promise not to do it again!"

"Then convince me. For each strike, you will say 'I will complete my assignments on time', or it won't count," Steel said, her face a stern mask. The crop curled up and arced through the air to snap lightly at Severity's smooth stomach, just hard enough to sting.

She cried out softly, flinching away. "I-I will complete my assignments on time!" she stuttered.

"Good," said her captor as the crop snapped out for two more swift blows on either side of the first. Each bit a little deeper than the previous at her soft skin.