The skies above Shokushu were a pure cerulean blue and the sun beamed its golden rays down, warming the school grounds. All in all it was a perfect day and it had coaxed many of the students that weren't engaged in what seemed like never ending studies, classes or detention had gone outside to relax, play and generally forget about the study for a afternoon. For whatever the reason there seemed to be some sort of party atmosphere in the air and it had caused some of the students to set up an impromptu party, creating a steady trickle of students heading towards the sounds of music and the smell of bacon and sausage as it wafted air, as some of the more enterprising students had aquired enough material to set up a barbeque.

Anne however was not part of this, and was currently sat currently sat on a bench kicking her heels as she looked at a door. It was a fairly plain looking door down a small flight of stairs, with a wooden engraved "STAFF ONLY" sign displayed prominatly on it. Apart from that there seemed to be no other security.

In many ways she had been waiting for such a day since she first heard the rumors of what lay beyond this specific door. She was a naturally curious person and the fact no-one seemed to know, or at least refused to talk about it only made things worse and made her want to see for herself even more. She had spent many hours wondering how she could get a look beyond it, even going so far as sitting close by waiting for a glimpse behind it.

Unfortunately she had so far failed. For some reason she was never even able to see beyond it as the only times she even came close was to see it click shut. She hadn't even managed to see any of the users of the portal. But the rumors persisted of what happened down beyond it and her curiousity remained unfulfiled.

This was going to change today she had decided. With many of the students out with the teachers supervising, or teaching in class the school corridors were almost entirely deserted.

With a last glance around to make sure there was no-one around she took steps towrds the door, her school skirt ruffling around with the quick strides she was making and she rapidly trotted down the few steps and reached out to the door handle...

And pushed...

The door opened smoothly and quietly revealling nothing but a a short very plain stone corridor with a old style light hanging from the ceiling casting a glow down the staircase. Puzzled at the complete lack of anything, Anne slid quietly into the corridor letting the door click shut behind her and start slow steps across the corridor and down the stairs into the basement.

As she cleared the staircase she came to a small antechamber with doors in each side and a few plain wooden chairs along the wall. It was lit similary to the stairs and corridor with a single light hanging from the roof with a metal shade, casting its glow just barely to the corners of the room. Apart from the chairs and the light it was entirely bare, with plain dull unpainted concrete on all sides. What was strange is that she coldn't even see a lightswitch. Just the identical doors, the plain wooden highbacked chairs that looks rather horribly uncomfortable and a lot of concrete.

An involuntary shiver ran up Annes spine as she stood stepped into the middle of the room, looking around at the 3 possible exits. It was like a tomb down here! All the stories about it being some sort of horrible punishment chamber where students were taken to be "corrected" in various ways came flooding though her memory, enchanced by her own fears. Looking at this room she could really believe it! But she hadn't come down here just to turn back at the first unnerving thing she saw. Steeling herself and setting her shoulders she quickly chose one of the corridors at random and set down it, her heart starting to beat faster as pure apprehension built.

"Its a good thing i'm not claustrophobic" she thought to herself as she looked down the corridor. It was straight, bare concrete hall stetching away interspaced with those same lights hanging from the ceiling, its grey concrete seemingly swallowing the light just like the little antechamber. The only thing that was different was that there were plain dark wooden heavy looking doors set into the wall on both sides at equal.

Deciding to have a look behind one she walked quietly up to it and, holding her breath listened, trying to hear anything beyond it.

A labyrinth would be a more accurate term for the basement that ran under campus. The basement was more than just a place to correct disobedient students, it was also a haven for monsters and a means for creatures and staff to move from place to place unseen. While students only knew of the mysterious door that led downstairs, there were infact many entrances to the basement that made it easy to get from building to building.

Each corridor looked almost identical as Anne explored the dimly lit passageways. The air was heavy to the point one had to consider if it would run out at some point down here. An occasional drop of water hitting a puddle would break the deafening silence as numerous pipes ran water to the various areas of the school. The place was sturdy but it always had the look as if no one had come down to clean this place in years. Of course it was only a look as nanomachines ensured no potential bacteria or viruses cultivate down in the dank dark pits of the school.

Every flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling seemed to take light away from the basement rather than produce more. Shadows danced as the bulbs swung faintly on their long thin chains. It looked as if every shadow was hiding a possible threat. Alone in the abyss, one could not shake off the feeling there were eyes watching one self.

Other faint sounds echo down the halls. Some were too muffled and incoherent to make out while others sound like womanly cries of torture. But each time the sound was made, another rarely followed from the same direction. The place played with the senses, making it seem like there was far more down here than there truly was.

Anne listened at a random door but could make nothing out. Testing the handle revealed it was locked. Whatever purpose the room held would remain a mystery unless the student took more extreme measures to satisfy that particular curiosity. Further exploration would reveal more locked and silent rooms. But each door brought her closer to muffled sounds coming from further down the corridor. Whatever this place was for, she was certainly not alone.

The sound of a female groaning could be heard coming from a closed door. The door was no different from any of the others. The plate beside the door had a barely legitable room number and the dim lighting did little to help with this. The groaning continued among some other muted sounds. It was not coherent but one could of sworn there was someone talking inside the room.

Inside, a silver haired woman had reserved a room in the basement to correct a student who had a few too many demerits. Being the summer months, classes were fewer which meant less opportunities for causing trouble (or more if you choose to party a bit too hard). While most would use this as an opportunity to relax, Vera Matsumoto used the summer months to catch up and remove potential problems before the start of a new semester. The student groaning before her was just another unfortunate soul whose name was further up the list because of a few stray demerits here and there.

The student in question was in the nude, her clothes folded neatly on a nearby chair. Her wrists and ankles were shackled to the floor, ensuring she remained kneeling with little room to move around. Her mobility was further hindered by the long metallic shaft she was currently impaled upon. The rod hummed loudly even through the depths of her body, stimulating every nerve of her juicy quivering folds. Sweat glistened the woman's body under the dull glow of the light above. Dull eyes gazed up at the Head Girl shrouded in the darkness just beyond the halo of light around her. She begged, drool escaping the corners of her mouth as her sensual torment had gone on for hours. She babbled answers when asked questions while begging for release. But Vera would spare her no mercy as her arms remained cross infront of her chest, most of her features hidden in the shadows. The only thing the woman would see clearly was the light blue sash hanging loosely from her waist.

The sounds were starting to take their toll on Anne as she tried door after door. When she had first gotten into this place it was almost silent with just odd echo's reverberating down the corridors but since she had stepped away from the Antechamber and stopped to listen that first time she had become of all sorts of odd sounds and they were slowly assulting her. The subtle but distinctive moans were worst. They seemed to come from all around her but at the same time they came from no-where.

As she moved she found that she was getting throughly lost, and she seemed to have moved from the clean part into somewhere that was significantly less kept, with rusting pipes and the concrete damaged and worn as time had worked away. Glancing back she only saw the trail of lights and blackness as distance swallowed the light like a hungry beast. How far had she come? What time was it?

Walking softly to another door she paused yet again, as she had done for... how many doors now? ten? twenty? fifty? And they were all locked...

In truth she had started to become careless. The noises echoing around her and the timeless nature had begun to erode her caution and she was trying doors at random, with only cursory checks at each door and moving quickly

Shaking her head she reached out to try another, this one the same as all the others. A plain dark wooden door with a slightly corroded, smooth handle jutting out. The only other mark was that now familiar small metal plaque with markings that she couldn't distinguish. As her hand stroked over the handle she paused as a faint tremble of warning shivered up her spine.

Pausing she cast her gaze up and down the corridor, holding her breath, listening, watching.

Nothing.

But the feeling of apprehension didn't die down.

Her hand still resting softly on the handle she sank down to her knees, her skirt rustled as the hem touched the concrete floor and she placed her ear to the door.

There! There was a distinctive murmuring coming through the door. She couldn't make out the words but there was certainly something behind THIS door.

A smile creased her face as she felt she was finally on the cusp of finding out what she was down here for. Remaining crouched she pulled the handle down ever so slowly down, trying to be as quiet as possible. She felt more than heard the latch disengage and the door moved open just a crack. Letting it swing open a little more Anne peered through the door.

Now the door was open she could make out the sounds far clearer. They were a female voice but the words echoed strangely and were almost intelligble, almost a babbling half apolgetic half begging flow of words without a breath inbetween, said with such a degree of lust tinging every word. But.. all she could see was concrete walls and... there! a chair! with what seemed to be clothes on it...

Puzzled she pushed the door open another fraction of an inch to get a better view. Eye fastened to the crack she finally saw the source of the moans. There was a girl shackled to the floor with what looked like manacles from the dark ages. Although Anne could only see her back she seemed completely undressed and she was sat on some sort of machine that was thrusting a long gleaming metal rod directly into her pussy.

Anne caught her breath as her eyes widened. The rod was gleaming even in the shadow as the girls juices ran down it, coating the steel and pooling the floor around it. The girl had been there for some time given how her back was beaded with sweat and the rise and fall of her shoulders she had been there sometime.

Fascinated, and momentarilly forgetting everything else she remained crouched, hypnotised by the womans moans as she watched the cold metal rod fuck this unknown student over and over, the sight repulsive but alluring at the same time.

Vera remained composed while the student continued to writhe and moan. This student's demerits were minor and spread out amongst many smaller infractions. She could almost feel sorry for the woman being within her crosshairs but this paled in comparison to what all students would go through in graduation. Still, the punishment had more than payed for these petty crimes. Brushing a few strands of silver hair back behind her shoulders, she granted the woman mercy.

Hitting a dial on a remote, the vibrator suddenly went into overdrive. The student's body arched as her eyes went wide before rolling slowly back behind her head. A high pitch wail echoed inside the chamber as the young woman experienced perhaps the most mind blowing orgasm in her life. Vera was about to step into the light to remove the shackles when she suddenly felt something in the back of her mind. Her eyes narrowed as her attention was taken from her current task and looking for the source of the sudden burst of emotion, besides the bound woman of course.

She could make out a female figure at the door. Was this a Head Girl? A Prefect? No, there was no sash and the emotions coming from the woman gave hint that she was shocked by the sight. Vera had no other corrections scheduled and she had not heard from another Head Girl in months. So that left really only one solution. This student here was an intruder. Trespassing was certainly a heavy offense. Perhaps her summer would not be so quiet afterall.

Leaving the other student groaning there on the floor, Vera quietly approached the peeping Tom. Once she was close enough, she would finally speak up loud enough for the intruder to hear. "I do hope you have a good reason for being down here, Miss," Vera called out, "Were you sent down here by someone else? Where is your slip?" The Head Girl would continue to walk closer to the woman. She looked and sounded as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened in the room. It was truly annoying having her work interrupted and she was certain the student climaxing on the floor did not want her punishment to last any longer than it had to.

Anne was completely enthralled by the show, so much for a moment she forgot where she was. As she watched the girl cry out as what looked like a perfect orgasm blew through her she felt her own hand almost involuntarilly move lower, tracing her fingers lower, pushing between her legs against her own pussy, rubbing it even as she felt her nipples harden against her bra and a familiar hot flush crept up the back of her neck.

Suddenly she head a clear voice cut though the other girls esctatic moans, soundling like it was right on top of her.

"I do hope you have a good reason for being down here, Miss," the voice called. "Were you sent down here by someone else? Where is your slip?"

Bugger!

She was so caught up with watching she had forgotten that there was a real possibility that there was someone else here! Her mounting lust completely destroyed she backed away looking each way down the corridor. Which way was out? She suddenly realised that she was completely exposed and the glace down the hall revealed that there was no hiding places at all.

Heart thumping about being caught down here she stepped away from the door and held her breath, hoping that her presence would be missed while her mind whirred, trying desperately to come up with some sort of excuse to why she was here if she was caught.

Sent by someone else? Yes! That would do! One of her teachers maybe!

Holding her breath she hoped that she wouldn't need to confront the owner of that voice though. There was something in the inflections that sounded like it was used to being obeyed, and in a place like this it only caused her fear at being caught to deepen.

Heels clicked lightly on the concrete floor. The reaction gave her answer as the student looked down the halls as if seeking a means to escape. Vera stepped closer until the light above Anne revealed the silver haired Head Girl. "I will not ask again but it seems I have already received an answer," she said calmly, "What are you doing down here? Who are you?"

The sound of moaning behind her made her look back. She turned the dial until the vibrator had completely turned off. "Since you were so eager to watch, come here," she ordered, "Undo that woman's shackles. Do nothing else. Do not speak to her or seek her aid. I do not know who put you up for this or if you are just this foolish naturally but, coming down here or any staff area without permission is a grave offense. I am certain you do not want such a mark on your record, do you?"

Vera would step back, allowing Anne to enter assuming the woman does not try to flee. Being silent and playing possom would do nothing for her case. The student was caught and her only choices now were to face her punishment or flee. There were a few that thought running away while on a secluded island was a good idea but that only caused further problems for them in the end. "Do not keep me waiting, Miss," she added coldly, "How you act before me will decide your method and duration of correction unless you want me to just report this to the Headmaster."

"Oh... Damn..." Anne cursed inwardly to herself. Setting her shoulders, she stepped past the woman using the opertunity to take a good look at her. She was a VERY attractive woman, although her heart shaped face somehow felt like it could cut just as quickly as it could heal. Locked on her own form gazed two powder blue eyes that measured her step for step and sent shivers up Anne's spine. All this was capped though by a mane of pure silver hair that hung down her back, almost reaching the floor. It was beautiful and Anne's step faltered briefly as her gaze followed it. Quickly though, Anne stepped past taking one last look at, recognising the blue sash over the school uniform immediately. All the teachers when she had first started had made it VERY clear that the owners, the Head Girls had to be obeyed or there would be servere academic penalties. There had been some talk of possibly aquiring one by some of the more daring students, and making other students "obey", but so far none of the students that Anne was aware of had dared. Or if they had it was being kept as quiet as this place where she found herself.

Heart beating rapidly she passed the silver haired head girl and approached the girl shacked. The head girls words galvanised her into more rapid movement, the sending small shivers up her back. It was a tone that was used to being obeyed and here, in this place Anne was quite happy to give the benefit of the doubt until she knew more.

Kneeling she looked at the poor student who looked back through fogged eyes, her body coated with sweat. As instructed she gently lifted up one of the students arms to have a better look at the cuff. It was a simple bolt holding it in which she quickly removed, folding the students hands into her lap. With a quick glance at the head girl who hadn't moved from the door and was holding her in a extremely cold stare she moved around the bound student repeating the process with the other hand, and then the legs.

Once she had done this she stood stepping back looking from the student who hadn't moved or spoke aside from small moans as she swayed gently, her entire body caked with sweat, her blond hair plastered to her back and face, and the head girl.

"What is going on?" She thought to herself again, puzzled but still aroused by what she had seen.

As Anne got a good look at the Head Girl, Vera was able to do the same with her little intruder. The young woman was beautiful and rather well developed but such traits were rather common in Shokushu. The student had pale white skin with a contrast of long black hair. Green eyes were a rare sight and made the woman's appearance a bit more exotic and mysterious. But that was not all Vera could see. She could feel the conflicting emotions radiating from the student's body. The woman was uncomfortable but it was not a matter of pure disgust. No, this one was aroused and part of her was yearning for a bit of what this shackled student was experiencing.

There were many stories and rumors about the Head Girls in Shokushu. Though Vera did have a bit more pull than an ordinary student, she was by no means an owner but rather owned by the Headmasters. In short, she was a slave. But compared to what the other students have to go through after they leave the island, Vera was rather content with her role as servant.

The dark haired woman was working quickly to undo the bindings but the Head Girl was not pleased with the fact her questions were ignored. "It is rude to ignore someone who asked you some rather simple questions," Vera replied, "Do not make me repeat myself again. My patience with you is already growing thin, Miss. You being down here means more work for me in the end."

She walked towards the still impaled woman on the floor. Looking down at the student, she grabbed the woman's blonde hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up at the Head Girl. "I trust I have made myself clear. You know what you did wrong and how to improve yourself. You are free to go after you get dressed," she said calmly before letting her head slump back down. It was doubtful she would be moving much anytime soon with numbness having taken over her glistening legs.

With one matter officially resolved, she could now put her focus on this new problem. Turning to face the other woman, she found herself a half a foot taller. She stared down at Anne as her arms crossed infront of her. "Well? I am waiting..." she said evenly.

Remaining silent during the brief exchange Anne's mind whirled, not sure what to make of what she had just seen. On one hand she was rather aroused not at the sight of just how the girl had come, but also the power that the head girl had over her. It was all very confusing and was making her mind whirl. Right now she would have loved some time to sit and think about this but all too soon the head girl rose and took a step towards Anne, effectively pinning her with her stare and forcing her to crane her neck back to match the unknown head girls cold blue gaze. She might have to be obeyed but she wasn't going to bow her head, although in fairness given how she was being towered over bowing would have created a problem!

With the suprise of everything Anne had completely forgotten what she had been asked. She faltered for a moment while she recalled, her eyes sliding from the head girls gaze to the blond student still impaled on that rod. The moment lengthened percievably and she felt as much as she heard a slow intake of breath as the head girl started to speak again

"My name is Anne." Anne said quickly to forestall whatever the other women was going to say "i'm here..." She trailed off again briefly, recalling the excuses that she had though, being told that she was here because of a teacher - but the words wouldn't come. Making a snap decision she locked her own jade green eyes with the other's powder blue ones.

"I'm here because i've heard about this place" She said almost suprising herself with her honestly, "And i wanted to know if the rumors were true." Glancing down again at the women who was still unmoving even with her permission to go, her breasts rising and falling with each breath before returning her vision back. All the students, Anne included had been told that there would be punishments for going into staff only area's without permission but she had foolishly let herself be caught. In truth she hadn't really expected anything like this and it had thrown her, causing her to say the truth where a lie may have been better served.

"I am sorry for intuding and with your permission i'll leave you to fulfil your.. er.. duties"

Anne trailed off at the last, not quite certain on how to explain what she had seen.

"Full name..." she corrected the woman before letting her continue. At least this one had enough sense to tell the truth. The reason was still ridiculous but it would not be the first time someone a bit too curious found themselves in deep trouble. Vera had half a mind to just lock this woman down in the basement and let the monsters deal with her. But her own standards ensured that she would attempt to correct this student just like all the others.

"I am certain you have heard about many places, Miss Deas," Vera replied, "I do hope you do not trespass in all of them for simple curiosity. Students are not allowed here because there is no reason for them to be down here unless their actions give a reason. The basement is for those who are deemed needing correction, plus standard maintenance with the furnace and so forth. You coming here is no different from breaking into a jail just to see how people are treated in there. It is unneccessary and illegal."

Vera lightly gripped Anne's chin to keep her eyes from wandering off. "Now," she ordered, "Tell me what rules you have broken by coming down here and how you intend to correct this matter. Furthermore, tell me more about these little rumors and gossips you decided to listen to rather than asking someone who knows how this school works. Your correction has not started yet, Miss Deas. But, your answers and actions now may make me leand toward a softer hand." Her fingers trail away, stroking Anne's cheek before cupping it gently.

"Waste my time though," she added firmly, "And your troubled life will get much worse. I am a busy woman and you have added to my workload by just being down here. All for your selfish curiousity. There were many ways to learn more about this school without breaking and entering. Perhaps you should recite them while you are at it..." As she spoke and waited for answers, many different scenarios played out in Vera's mind. She needed a punishment suitable to ensure this young woman did nothing so foolish ever again.

Anne kept her silence as the headgirl rattled off her questions, a guilty flush creeping over her neck and cheeks. It truely was impressive how this headgirl could elict such feelings just from the power of her voice. Even her touch, although gentle felt like it was a steel hand wrapped in silk. That said she was determined not to back down to some unknown women in a blue sash. Hell, for all she knew it wasn't just her that shouldn't be here! After all, how can such a thing be mandated by the headmasters? They can't really sanction having students manacled to the ground with... things inside them like that! Can they?

Even as this thought passed through her mind Anne remained unmoving, and didn't flinch with the contact, keeping her chin up and her green eyes fixed on the blue even as the other girls hand moved from her cheek and cupped her chin. Her natural defiance was warring with her common sense that in this place, with everything as unknown as it was it probably wasn't a good time to argue. But, she had learnt that you can learn a lot from listening and playing along, so thats what she would do... for now.

"The only rule I have broken is being where I probably shouldn't be" Anne said, with a small quirk of her lips, "And I would imagine you would want me to not talk about what i've seen down here as a start"

She kept standing there although the back of her neck had started to itch. Inwardly she hated the fact she was towered over like this. It made her feel so small! Stepping away started to seem like a really good idea but she was determined to show no weakness. Not in front of this stranger.

"As for who told me about here, its a common rumor. I'm sure you must have heard it discussed quietly by pretty much every student here?" An exageration to be sure, but how could she say that she had overheard other students talking about it when they thought they were alone. Anne had a tendancy to listen even when occupied with her own thoughts and as a result she heard things not meant for her ears. But, she loved hearing them so never thought about changing her ways even if people frowned on evesdropping.

With another quirk of her lips Anne asked "And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

"Gossip, rumors, and your imagination is what led you down here in the first place," she replied, "None of those things have helped you so far. I already stated that you could have simply asked and such information would be revealed to you. You assume that there is something I wish to keep hidden down here when you have already claimed to know nothing about why we are down here. You claim ignorance then accuse me of wrongdoing. Your behavior and tone is certainly breaking a few rules, Miss Deas. I may just have to include that in my report."

If she truly wanted to hide something, she would not be openly speaking about the matter before the shivering student on the floor. "The fact there are rumors proves that I do allow students to speak about what happens down here though most choose not to. So instead of stumbling around your foolish assumptions, try using your head for once."

Vera released Anne's cheek as she began to recite the rules that were broken. "Breaking and entering, which I should remind you that is a crime," she said calmly, "Disobeying a Head Girl and being disrespectful to a Head Girl. I asked you to tell me the rumors you have heard and you blantantly refused me. You smirk at me as if you think you are untouchable, like all the other troublemakers on campus. It is apparent that you have no interest in leaving here, Miss Deas. I will gladly ensure you stay down here. The only thing you need to know of who you are addressing is the sash I wear. But you may call me Miss Matsumoto."

"Honestly, I am not in the mood to deal with your type," she turned to the door, "You have already made it clear that you are going to be one of those people who stand against authority for no real reason. I will make note of this and let the Headmasters... and the police deal with the matter. I am sure such things will look good on your record. Good day, Miss Deas." The silver haired woman walked to the door and pulled out a key. The fact she had a key to the doors down here would be proof enough that she was allowed down here. "You can leave now, Miss Deas. I am certain you have much to think about your future." Whether or not Anne chose to change her tone, it mattered little. Anne being here was making it difficult for her to clean up the room she just used as well as getting this barely concious student out of the basement.

Anne didn't move after her chin was released and merely stood there with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. No-one had spoken to her quite like that in... ever! Her parents, her teachers, her friends... They regarded her as the quiet one and almost always left her to their own devices. Hell... she WAS a quiet one and preferred to be left alone in peace and quiet.

She stood there for what seemed like an age, the Head girls rebuke feeling like a pysical slap. In truth she could have dealt with a physical slap FAR better than she could deal with this! It stung much more than she had ever believed a rebuke could and it completely destroyed her ability to argue. As Anne's eyes teared completely she heard herself say "Yes Miss Matsumoto" she found herself outside the room without even realising she had started moving.

As the door shut behind her she stood still again, using her sleeve to wipe her face, managing to stop the flow of tears just barely. Troublemaker? Breaking and entering? The accusations were unjust and unfair but she could see how they were also true. She supposed she could have asked but that wasn't the way she did things. She always preferred finding things out herself rather than being shown them and it had amounted to this? Police? For something as simple as trespassing? She wasn't even being snarky to the head girl... was she? Shaking her head she trying to rouse up some sort of anger at the unfairness but, as she wiped away her tears all she had was an intense feeling of guilt and it just couldn't quite be shaken off.

As she stood there she realised another thing. That she had no real way to get out of here. Realising that she had made no actual mental map there was no way to retrace her steps and there were no landmarks that she normally navigated by when exploring the countryside.

"Oh..." she breathed, as she looked down both sides of the corridor, for the first time moving past her own guilt as she realised the only way to get out of here was to go back to that head girl... Miss Matsumoto.

The thought oddly caused some of her old steel to flow back into her backbone even as she realised she was going to have to apologise. Another flash of guilt flowed through her as she realised that she hadn't... had she? It was actually hard to remember...

Turning, she looked at the faceless wooden door and raised her hand to knock, politely.

Her words apparently had an impact on this one. Of course some of it may be harsh but then again, it all depended on when and where someone invaded a restricted area. The reaction was a bit unique compared to other troublemakers. Some attempt to lash back, requiring a bit more to crush them. Others break immediately and immediately try to return to Vera's good graces. But Anne, she simply looked crushed as if her world had been completely taken away from her. The student was crying as she turned to leave, saying a simple yes before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

Part of it was certainly a bluff but it looked like Anne was going to force her hand. In in the end, it would only mean a more official punishment would be prepared which would lead the woman being right back down in this basement she invaded originally. Either way, it was more work for her in the end.

Alone with the moaning student again, Vera grabbed a bucket and began to fill it with cold water from the sink. Unfortunately, her work was interupted once more though this time by a knock at the door. The emotions radiating from beyond the door revealed who it was. Sighing, she carried the bucket of water with her as she headed for the door. She stopped about halfway there and swings the water out towards the still kneeling student. The cold water would hit her like a ton of bricks and help wake her up. "Your correction is complete, Miss," she said firmly, "You may get dressed and return class. I trust you will be more careful in the future."

The Head Girl sets the bucket down and left the student to get dressed. She opened the door and looked at Anne who looked more helpless than she first came here. "I thought I told you to leave, Miss Deas," she said coldly. Vera could probably guess why she came back but she would not make any assumptions just yet. She would use this opportunity to learn a bit more about the student she would inevitably punish in the future. Anne would hear the whimpers and shuffling of movement in the room as the punished student crawled to her uniform. The woman would not dare raise her head or look in the direction of the Head Girl.

Faced again with the silver haired girl Anne didn't have to revise her opinion of her at all - In fact a good amount of respect had actually been earned in Annes eyes. Fortunately the break that Anne had earned by walking out quietly had given her the time to get a handle on herself and recover somewhat from the the head girls stinging words. Unfortunately the residing guilt from annoying another wasn't so easilly left and it made Anne a little more cautious and seemingly subservient than she would normally have been. Looking back at the head girl she did revise her opinion rapidly about asking for a way out directly. She didn't actually want to be on the wrong side to this girl at the moment. There was definately something massively unnerving about her. Or possibly many things.

"I'm sorry Miss Matsumoto" Anne said quietly, her head angled slightly down giving a very unintentional view of very ample bosum held in check by a perfectly tailored uniform, keeping her own fingers interlaced behind her back "I acted poorly and I feel like I need to apologise so... sorry"

Taking a deep breath Anne brought her gaze up to the head girls eyes and continued "Is there anything I can do to assist you to make up for my inexcusable behaviour?"

First deal with the apology Anne thought to herself. Hopefully a way out of here without her ending up on the wrong side of the fence and in this headgirls bad graces would present itself.