52. Nagisa
Nagisa stood at the podium. "I'll now call out the names of those who passed the pop quiz. Lavender, Manchester, Aina, Clara... Those called, come up to the front."
The students erupted in a mix of cheers rivaling a tournament victory and sighs of despair from the failures. As Professor Viola called out each name, the passers shuffled forward hesitantly.
The male students lined up under Professor Viola's watch, while I had the female ones form a row in front of the podium.
"Hey. You."
"Eueue."
I grabbed Clara's cheek amid the group and yanked it. Even as I pulled, Clara showed no sign of pain—just that dumb, vacant expression as she let me stretch her face.
"How long are you gonna keep getting called up here, you little shit?"
"Eueue. Sorryyy."
"Even with your skills improving, you're still like this. Can't you pass just once? Huh?"
"Eueue. But pop quizzes are impossible to prepare forrr."
"If you paid attention in class, you'd be fine even on surprise ones. You've been getting mouthy lately, haven't you?"
"Eueue."
I stretched her cheek like mochi and pinched hard, until Viola signaled me to hurry up.
"Hoo. Punishment is punishment. All right, you failures—you know what to do without me saying it."
The female students' faces flushed red instantly. They hesitated with teary, pitiful expressions until one mumbled shyly.
"I-Instructor, sir... Could we just get it later, privately?"
"Why?"
"H-How can we get spanked in front of everyone...?"
"You said the same thing last time, got it private, and look—you're up here again."
"Eek."
"Not today. Kneel down and stick out your asses."
With no choice, the girls squeezed their eyes shut and took off their skirts. As their panties came into view, the watching students whistled and cheered.
"Wheee~!"
"Hell yeah!"
"Ever since the instructor showed up, we've been getting all the good shows!"
It wasn't a huge shift, but I could see opinions about me changing bit by bit. Though the reason being "we get to see girls' asses" was... whatever.
"Shut up, all of you. Anyone who keeps yapping gets up here for the same treatment."
"D-Do we take off our panties too?"
"Yeah. Take 'em off. Oh, and face your asses toward the blackboard, not the class."
The girls, about to assume their usual position, flushed crimson and protested.
"Y-You mean we have to show our faces while getting it?"
"Hurry up. More strokes if you don't."
In that position, they'd be showing their faces to the class while their asses got whipped. With no way out, they stripped off their panties and bent over, avoiding eye contact—head down, eyes welling up.
"All right, quick and fast."
I pressed the switch against each ass and delivered the set number of strokes.
Snap!Crack!Snap!Snap!Crack!Crack!
"Kyaa! I-It hurts! Hurts! It huuurts!"
The beet-red girl screamed but endured, red welts blooming across her small ass. Once her count was done, she collapsed, rubbing the burning flesh.
"Hic. Sniff. Hnngh."
"Rub on the ointment and face the blackboard."
She smeared the prepared recovery gel on herself and stood facing the board, hands clasped behind her head.
As I lined up for the next girl—
"Um, I-Instructor, sir?"
"Yeah?"
"You know, right?"
I glanced over. This one, winking oddly, was from the recent resistance meeting with Ignil—a new recruit?
"Y'know? Like, between us? Right?"
"...That's got nothing to do with my job right now, you idiot!"
Snap—! No switch this time—I slapped her ass hard with my palm.
"Kya aaaah!"
She pitched forward, trembling as a hand-shaped welt flared bright red.
"Uwaaa... I-It huuurts..."
"You're getting special training."
I hooked my arm around her waist, hoisted her up, and drummed her squirming ass like a beat.
Crack—Snap—Crack—Crack—Crack—Snap—
"Ow! Hurts! Hurts! Huurts!"
Snap—Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack—Snap—
"I-I'm sorry! Sorry! So sorry! Forgive me, pleeease!"
Like a child, she stood facing the board, her entire ass glowing scarlet.
A few more girls down the line, it was Clara's turn.
"You, damn it. I waste my time teaching you, and you keep bombing tests."
Clara pissed me off extra. I carved out time just for her—why the hell was she always dead last?
"Hehehe."
What was with the giggling? She wasn't tanking on purpose, was she?
"Anyway, you're getting the paddle."
Too infuriated for the switch, I grabbed the heavy paddle. The onlookers gasped in fear.
"W-With that?"
"It's huge. Isn't that Clara-ass exclusive?"
"Won't it break her bones?"
The room buzzed. I pressed the paddle to Clara's ass.
"Haa..."
A faint moan escaped her. Face flushed, eyes glazing, but her stance rock-solid.
Thwack! The paddle swung, her ass rippling massively. Maybe from all the practice, but Clara's form and endurance outclassed the others—no wobble, perfect posture.
Thud— Another heavy blow shuddered her body, but she held firm.
"Hoo... haa..."
Hot breaths. This little brat...
'Came here to get hit, huh.'
Full-on spanking addict—definitely tanked on purpose. No way she didn't know this quiz.
Thwack— Her eyes grew wilder with each hit, breaths ragged. And only I could tell—her slit was wetting.
'Turning Sena's students into perverts too? ...Am I doing the right thing?'
Oh, sorry Clara's parents. I turned your precious daughter into a masochistic perv. Wasn't on purpose. Actually, she was always a perv. Nah, all witches are wired that way. I just awakened it.
Thwack—
"Damn, Clara's tanking that monster paddle."
"Big ass absorbs the shock, probably."
"Was Clara always this hot?"
"What're you on about?"
"She just looks... sluttier than usual."
Thwack—
Her ass swollen cherry-red, I finally stopped. Clara stood facing the board. As I put away the paddle—
Crack.Snap.Snap.Snap.
Viola was going hard on the boys too. A faint thrill in her expression as she swung—weirdly kindred.
'That woman... hoo...'
Sweat beading, yet swinging away. Talent for spanking.
Education over, exiting the room. Students streamed out; some lingered. A few stragglers chattered.
"Hey, I've been growing lately?"
"You? Still growing?"
"Checked my mana last night—definitely up."
"Whoa! Spill the secret."
"Dunno... why?"
"You've been getting punished lately. Scared into growing?"
"Pfft. Who grows to avoid spankings? Anyway, guess my limit's not here yet."
"Lucky."
Pretending not to hear while helping clean, I couldn't hide my grin. Their growth? Thanks to me. The changes I sparked were blooming—intoxicating superiority.
'If even they're growing like this... how much has Sena progressed?'
We fucked daily—had to be insane. I grew from scraps; her...?
"Thanks for helping with class today."
Viola approached gracefully, looking brighter since adding punishments.
"You too, Professor Viola."
"Grades up, atmosphere better. Even Vivian's behaved since returning."
"Good changes. Gotta run—next appointment."
"Instructor?"
"Yes?"
"I... wanna learn more about punishment. Make time sometime?"
Heavy case. Innate sadist—her look fit, like discovering her true self.
"Sure. Next time."
"Thanks. After the next test too?"
She walked off, elegance laced with peppy joy. Yeah. I'm corrupting people. Good or bad? Dunno.
"Instructooor."
Clara skipped up, beaming. Reminded me of the schedule.
"Oh right. No next class?"
"Cleared it."
"Good. Intensive punishment room. ...Oh wait."
Heading out, up the stairs. Clara, grinning behind, tilted her head.
"You run into Nagisa?"
"Yup."
"What'd the mutt say?"
"Uh... asked if she could tag along."
"......"
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.
"I get what that means."
"Uh... dunno!"
Bonk! Knuckled her head. Rubbing it, she grinned sheepishly.
"Hehehe. Sorry."
"Sigh. Today's makeup has Nagisa... whatever. Let's just go."
Up the floors to the intensive room—crowd at the door.
"What the hell?"
No reason for kids here, especially all girls. Gifts in hand, excited faces—Nagisa flustered in the middle.
"Nagisa?"
Yep. Trapped by fangirls.
"I-Instructor."
"Thought you were coming alone. Who's this mob?"
Approaching, the girls glared murderously. The whole pack—chilling.
"W-What're those looks?"
"What're you doing here?"
Y-You?
"Back off, perv instructor."
"Don't infect our Nagisa!"
"Stay away!"
Grah, what the—treating me like scum.
"You lot wanna get your asses tanned as a group...?"
"W-Wait. I'll send 'em off."
Nagisa hurried to intervene, soothing them with a kind smile.
"Instructor's not bad. Don't say mean things."
"Nagisa's too nice—that's the problem."
"That perv spanks girls' asses."
"Might spank Nagisa's too."
"We won't let that happen! If she gets it, I'll take it instead."
"No bad stuff if you don't do bad. Haha, gotta go—promise."
Nagisa slipped free and stood by me. Girls paled.
"N-Nagisa?"
"S-See ya. You head to class!"
"W-Why with the instructor? T-That's the intensive room...!"
I yanked the door open, shoved Nagisa and Clara in, slammed it shut, and locked with magic.
Thud!Thud!Thud thud!
"Nagisa! Nagisa! What's going on! Why in there!"
"Instructor blackmailing you? Right?!"
Nagisa yelled, exasperated.
"No! Just private counseling! Don't misunderstand!"
"Nagiisaaa! We'll save you!"
"Ugh, loud. Soundproofing."
A quick wand flick sealed the door—the shouts vanished. Nagisa sighed in relief.
"Sorry. Tried to come alone, but they caught me."
"Who're they?"
"My... fan club, apparently. Yeah, fan club."
News to her too. Her cheeks hollowed briefly.
"Tough gig. Anyway, let's prep? Clara."
Clara cheerfully raised a hand.
"Yessir~."
"Strip."