Public Corridor Chastisement
In the classroom after the flesh toilet training ended, the three witches slunk out hesitantly. They were the ones who should normally be hanging around with Ios Savin's faction students. Ever since their release from the infirmary, they'd been sticking together just the three of them. Their arrogant, aggressive attitudes had flipped overnight, and it seemed people around them were starting to find it suspicious. More and more students whispered curiously whenever they spotted the trio. No one had messed with them so far—not even commoner mages dared glance their way, holding their breath in fear. To catch these girls who kept vanishing mysteriously and only popping up during class, I had to stake out the classroom entrance ahead of time.
The entrance swarmed with students pouring out. I raised my hand precisely toward the three of them.
"You three."
Spotting me, they froze in unison, as if on cue. Emily looked ready to burst into tears, Camella dry-heaved like she was about to puke, and Arabela's face drained of color as she bared her teeth like a cornered animal.
"Wh-what do you want?"
"Spot punishment. You three. Failing grades, multiple academy rule violations, right? Time for discipline."
"What? What kind of nonsense is that all of a sudden!"
As Arabela raised her voice, students around us started murmuring and turning to stare. Quick-witted commoner mages gathered swiftly among the crowd.
"We've never done anything like that—punishment out of nowhere?!"
"Hey now. Who raises their voice like that in front of a punishment instructor?"
"We don't accept it! After tormenting us that much yesterday, you can't just—"
Arabela, who'd been snapping back fiercely, suddenly faltered, her gaze flicking weakly behind me as her attention shifted outward. Where her eyes landed was a commoner witch she'd exploited and tormented through forced prostitution. Staring back with dead eyes full of venom, the girl silenced Arabela instantly. A moment later, she whined in frustration.
"Ugh...! Fine! We'll take the punishment! Where do we go? Yesterday's spot? Or the Intensive Punishment Room?"
"Huh? Did I say we were going anywhere?"
"Pardon?"
"Take off your skirts and panties. Right now."
The three witches' faces paled again. Camella's lips trembled as she stammered,
"I-In-Instructor... B-but this is the hallway, everyone can see..."
"Don't wanna strip?"
I grinned, glancing around.
"Guess we'll borrow some muscle from our provisional guidance committee then?"
The provisional guidance committee meant the commoner mages—the very ones who'd tormented and pounded them yesterday. Sure enough, familiar mages smirked wickedly, cracking their knuckles and rolling their shoulders. Panic twisted the girls' faces.
"...Hic... Hic..."
That's when Emily started sobbing outright and, in front of everyone, yanked off her skirt with a flourish. Gasps of surprise and appreciative whistles erupted from the crowd. Emily stripped off her white panties too.
"I-I'll take it. Please just finish quick."
Emily braced her hands against the wall and thrust out her ass. Look at this model punishment posture. Following orders to the letter, no complaints. I pulled out my paddle and flashed a satisfied smile for all to see.
"Follow Emily's example. She takes position without a peep. Yours truly will give you extras as a special treat."
Camella followed suit, stripping off her panties and skirt in one go and assuming the same pose beside Emily. Arabela clearly didn't want to. She'd strutted around as Ios's elite for so long, and plenty of the commoner witches she'd brutally bullied were watching. Pride wouldn't let her, so she stood frozen. I jerked my chin at her.
"Guidance committee?"
Five of them rushed over and pinned her down.
"Kyaaak! Let go, you perverts!"
Struggling was useless. Rough hands tore her skirt off like it was paper—and her top too, for good measure. Normally, commoner mages manhandling a noble witch would spark outrage, but strangely, no one lifted a finger to help. They all knew by now: these weren't Ios's faction anymore, and defying the instructor was a bad idea. Left stripped bare alone, Arabela frantically tried to cover herself, but they wouldn't even allow that. Dragged to the wall and forced into position, she swallowed tears, hair falling over her face.
"Alright. Your favorite paddles."
The heavy paddles appeared, and the three girls' faces turned ashen in an instant.
"Chant in unison every hit: 'Sorry for being worthless students!'"
I pressed the heavy paddle against Emily's ass. The crowd stirred at the sight of bruises from yesterday not fully faded.
"What's wrong with Emily's ass?"
"Must've gotten it yesterday."
"And now again today?"
The murmurs made tears stream from Emily's eyes. Her face flushed crimson, trembling with humiliation.
Thwack! The paddle slammed into her ass. A massive impact echoed, startling cries bursting from the crowd.
"Oogh...! Kkh..."
Dribble-dribble. Emily's legs quivered, and suddenly she pissed herself. Laughter at the pooling urine mixed with disgusted gasps.
"Hnggh... Hic... Ah... Uu..."
Was the shame worse than the pain? Emily crouched to the floor, frantically covering her ass with both hands. But those tiny hands couldn't hide much.
"Emily."
She looked up, tear-streaked. I ordered coldly,
"Again."
"...Pardon?"
"No chant. Redo."
I'm the bad guy who doesn't spare crying girls. Sobbing, she forced herself back into position. The paddle struck again.
Thwack!
"Hnggh! Sorry for being a worthless student!"
"Next, Camella."
Camella's ass was much like Emily's. But her pussy and anus still looked unusually puffy, swelling not fully gone from yesterday.
"Why's her pussy and asshole like that?"
"Guys! Don't say that."
"Sorry. But why's it so swollen? Always like that?"
Thwack! To maximize humiliation, I struck late, letting the whispers sink in. Nothing worse than enduring stares while baring your ass for punishment. Camella wailed through tears,
"S-sorry for being a worthless student!"
Screaming that loud would draw even more onlookers. Next, Arabela. Four guys held her limbs pinned. Thrashing futilely against their strength, her face grew terrified as she looked to me.
"S-sorry! I'm sorry!"
After all that defiance, she turned childish right before the strike. Sniffling, tears streaming, she abandoned her pride and bawled for mercy.
"I was wrong! I won't do it again! Sorry!"
"Hey. Your friends took it quietly. Why's the rebel freaking out before even getting hit?"
"Sorryyy!"
Thwack! I swung extra hard on Arabela. Her big ass jiggled wildly on impact, and she shrieked ear-piercingly.
"Kyaaaaak! Waaah!"
Childlike sobs exploded. She flailed to escape, but no use. She even tried sprawling flat on the floor. No choice—I had them lift her by all four limbs like a frog. Watching the squirming Arabela, I said,
"This one."
I slapped her pussy like swatting a mosquito.
Smack!
She screamed like she was being banished from the academy.
"Kyaaaak!"
"Hey, no chant?"
Smack!
Even getting smacked like this, she forgot the chant entirely, just thrashing. "Waaah! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Smack! Slap! Slap! Slap! Smack! I kept going until her pussy swelled bright red, but all she managed was "sorry." Still no lesson learned? I grabbed her waist myself, dropped to one knee, laid her across it, and spanked by hand instead of paddle.
Slap! Smack! Smack! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"
After over twenty swats, Arabela finally remembered the chant. She blurted, "Sorry! For being a worthless student!" and escaped my grip. But they still had paddle strikes left. Only after each took their friendly five did break time end.
Class ending didn't end our relationship. The three witches were dragged back to the basement prison. Word must've spread—far more commoner mages than before, according to Ignil. They were resistance recruits who'd come to join the fight but refused full membership. Some were even women, oddly enough.
"Kyaaaaak! Sorry! I won't do it again!"
A few female students hauled Emily to another cell and started trampling her. They cornered her for standard beatings until one fetched a dildo. Flipping Emily over, they rammed it into her anus and cackled gleefully.
Camella was restrained oddly: body embedded in the prison wall, upper half protruding into the next cell. The classic "wall ass" setup. Her lower half had guys lined up, pounding her like a real toilet. Up top, women slapped her cheeks or shoved dildos in her mouth.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Smack! Slap! Slap! Gulp! Grrk!
"Guh... Grrk... Grrk-grr."
"Camella, remember back then? You shoved bug guts in my mouth."
"Thought you'd never get revenge."
"How many guys did you get me gangbanged by? You egged them on!"
Slap!
And Arabela? She sat quietly beside me, naked, hands on knees, head bowed, forced to watch her friends tormented. I rested a hand on her shoulder, kneading her breasts.
"Man, pretty brutal scene."
"......"
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm going too far, but hearing what you did to these girls... feels like it's still too light."
Tears dripped onto Arabela's hands.
"Spit it out quick. Tell me what I wanna know, and I won't touch you three again. Promise."
"......"
"Won't talk? Can't be helped. Ignil, how many commoner mages across all grades?"
"All grades? Roughly 200, I'd say."
Ignil swung her legs from the table.
"200 won't stop at one round. Rotate ten a day minimum..."
"...P-prostitution."
Arabela finally cracked. Nose and eyes red from crying, hiccuping sobs wracking her like a scolded child.
"Not students, but we blackmail visiting magic researchers into prostitution gigs."
"Smuggling what?"
"Simple goods mostly, but drugs are the mainstay."
"Anything else?"
"Groups selling drugs to kids, extorting under 'hands-off' pretexts. Other grades have prostitution rings too... Paid to bully or isolate targets."
She mentioned lower-level ops she didn't know details on. Especially lately, since Ios revealed her academy director ambitions, they'd accelerated plans. Even expanding forces—aiming for war with the director, negotiating mercenary hires via kingdom envoys.
Didn't see that coming. Thought it'd just be infighting over the director spot, but pulling in kingdom envoys?
Ignil caught my worry and shook her head—focus on the real issue.
"Just find a way to take down Ios."
"Nail 'em on what you've uncovered, and you've got cause to drag her down."
I stood, brushing off. Arabela shot up desperately.
"Y-you're letting us go now, right? No more torment. We were wrong... We're reflecting, so forgive us!"
"Yeah. Forgiven."
I strolled out of the prison. Arabela, scrambling for her clothes, froze in horror as a mage stomped them flat.
"Y-you said you'd let us go!"
"Right. I did."
I turned, beaming, finger pointed at myself.
"Me."
Ignoring the despairing scream behind, I escaped the basement. Stretching in the central park to shake off fatigue, Ignil followed and tossed out,
"You said you're from another world, human."
"Yeah."
"Were you some delinquent punk? You're a natural at tormenting people."
"Blame all the hardcore adult manga I read."
Ignil tilted her head.
"What's that?"
"Exists. Fuels my imagination."
Ignil showed no curiosity, not getting it, so she changed topics.
"You'll keep raiding Ios's crew now, but after that thrashing, she won't sit idle."
Her dragon eyes gleamed fiercely.
"What's your plan?"
"Got it after I took a hit myself. Those types? Backed into a corner, they kill first, think later—no brakes."
A wooden stick lay in the park corner. I picked it up, assuming a sword stance.
"First, I need to get stronger."