Chris took a steadier breath as the soft fingers stroked over the red raised skin. Something warm. Finally. She kept repeating her mantra once she calmed down a moment. And then the invasion came back, simultaneously soothing and horrifying her more. Chris just kept at her mantra. The words were a distraction and a protection from things worse. She was debating stopping to see if that might make the thrusts into her sore, torn cunt slow down when Vera began her scolding.

Christina perked up at the little hint of praise, though, and nodded her understanding before gasping out, "yes, Miss Ma-Matsumoto." She was about to give her thanks for the leniency when the dildo ripped an anguished cry from her throat. "I'll... I'll be obedient and kiss your feet and tell you I'm sorry for wasting your time," Chris whimpered. She shuddered at the feel of the shaft being pressed fully within her and started to unconsciously clench down to push it back out. But that might be disobedience, so, with a resigned sigh, she forced her body calm around the invader.

Then the ground came up to suck heat from her shins and shoulder and arm and cheek and it was glorious to just lay on the ground and catch her breath for a moment. Her already messy hair clung to her sweaty scalp in awkward strands as she turned to look all the way up at Vera. Chris shivered and forced herself into motion by rocking up onto her knees and shuffling about on them awkwardly with her arms trapped behind her back. The cold, smooth concrete dug at her bones, but at least the lashing hadn't continued. Trembling lips found the top of Vera's foot and pressed lightly at it. Too far and Chris would fall forward, and balancing like this was harder than she'd have guessed.

"I'm sorry I wasted your time, Miss Matsumoto," Chris said, looking up curiously to see if she'd done enough. For good measure, she bent in and pressed her lips to Vera's other foot, then back to the first again in meek supplication.

Amazing what a firm hand can do to a once troublesome student. Christina obediently repeated her mistakes and how to correct them until Vera gave another order. Immediately, the student repeated the order and was thus lowered from the chain. Wrists bound, performing the action of kneeling and kissing another's feet was more difficult than expected. Vera did not care though as long as the act was performed. Chris did not hesitate, enduring the discomfort of her knees resting on the unfeeling concrete as she leaned forward and carefully kissed both of the Head Girl's feet.

The woman looked up, hoping that would be enough. A neutral look was all that would be given. It was disappointing that the woman was doing the act then immediately hoping it was enough punishment. But, continuing these punishments or making them more thorough would not fix such a flaw. For now, fear would have to be a strong enough deterent to prevent this woman from acting out of line again. Uncertainity goaded the student to keep kissing Vera's feet until the silver haired woman took a step back.

"Get up," she ordered, "I do hope you keep these lessons in mind, Ms. Davis. If you forget what I have taught you... Well, if I find you down here a second time, I will be far less forgiving as I am now. Do I make myself clear?" Once she received that fearful confirmation, walked around the woman and removed the shackles. "Get dressed. This now being your time, you are allowed to wear your own personal attire provided it is appropriate. Good night, Ms. Davis." Vera walked away, putting things away in the dark shadows that surrounded the dimly lit room. Just like that, the matter was closed. These punishments would be on record and on the Head Girl's memory. If the woman did not learn her lesson properly this time, she will ensure that there will not be a third time. Once Christina gets her clothes back on, she would be free to go. Vera would not check up on the matter lest it be necessary but, she wondered how the young woman will regard her roommate with this new found view.

Chris obeyed the first command without hesitation, though definitely with some awkwardness as she struggled to her feet without any way to counterbalance herself. It wasn't until the metal shackles fell away that the weight of Vera's next words settled in. It was over. Thank Goddess.

"Y-yes, Miss Matsumoto," Chris barked out quickly to the question after a pause. She watched the head girl disappear into the shadows, then quickly pulled the rubber shaft from within herself and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor in a small puddle of lube. Without stopping to clean herself up or check to see how badly she was hurt, Christina yanked on her still-damp clothes, grimacing slightly at the way her socks squished inside her shoes, and turned for where she thought the door was. Except that way was wrong. She turned quickly and scanned, found the edge of the doorframe in the gloom, and made as polite a dash as she could for it, then for the stairs up to freedom.

A short, wet jog back and Chris flew into the shared living room, past two very confused women - without looking to see who - and into her bedroom with a half-slam on the door. She pushed the lock into place and finally let the tension out of her body. It crumpled against the heavy wooden door like a puppet with its strings cut. Christina turned to stare at a hand hung limply over her knee. Her eyes traced the faint line where the metal had pressed into her skin, and time came to a shuddering halt.

It was an hour before she convinced herself to stand up again.