Certification of girls was appointed the next day, that is, today. And they didn’t even hide the fact that those who did not pass it would be flogged. It was not officially announced, but everyone understood everything. And so they were nervous scary. All the giggles at friends who have already tried the strap are in the past, and now everyone was afraid for themselves. In the song and dance, Vika understood a little more than nothing, and therefore did not particularly enter into the essence of what was happening. Just the girls took turns on the stage, and showed that they can. Someone sang, someone danced, and some one, and someone a duet. And the jury, represented by the only director, gave them marks. Her assistant, Anya, understood little more than Vika in her dances, so she simply left the room, and even then left about somewhere from the middle.

Vika herself sat next to the director, and still could not understand by what principle, she exposes these estimates. It often happened that someone who greatly liked the viewer received a low rating, and who, on the contrary, was not impressed - high. Vika suspected that the matter was in her personal predilections, but when she gained impudence and asked, Kryska decisively dispelled her doubts. Estimates were exhibited exclusively objectively, and no attachments here can not be. And if not to professionals something is not clear, it is because they are not professionals. Very strange logic. Is not the main thing that was beautiful? Spectators come to concerts for the sake of seeing beauty. It is clear that in sports it is not, but in art it should be like that? Someone let a foot somewhere undo twisted in the dance, so what? But the overall impression of himself left better than someone else who did everything right. Vika tried to present these considerations to the headmistress, but she did not listen to anything, and ordered me to keep quiet, but she only distracts from work.

Well, okay. Really needed! There will be a whipping who they say, think! Vika didn’t have any special preferences. She had already punished her main offender, and now she was even cheering for someone else to fail. Well, why does she need the same thing five times in a row? There are so many fresh girls there, and she will be trying to extort all this poor Angela? Fi, also found the center of the universe! They are not such enemies, if you think about it. In general, the teacher, and that is exactly what her new position was called, sat and ached, if I may say so, for a good game. Moreover, the girls really gathered musical and artistic.

Most of all Vika liked the dance in squatting performed by Nastya. Quite an unusual number looked by the girl, mischievous, defiantly, somehow distinctive. The teacher even with difficulty resisted not to applaud. But I didn’t do it anyway, because no one applauded to anyone for some reason. It is clear that this is a dress rehearsal, in fact, but if someone performed well, then why not support it? But do not, do not. Looking at the assessments of the director, Vika found out with amazement that she didn’t like the dance at all. No, it's some kind of wildness! Is there any logic to this? I wanted to believe!

- Hello, I ... I am for a spanking, - the girl came in the door, and looked down.

- Nastya? I did not expect to see you here! - Vika didn’t really expect that the sitter’s score would be so low that she would have to meet her.

- How ... and what not? I ... I was told. Well, I will go then if not necessary.

- No, wait! I just wanted to say that I have no relation to grading. Personally, I liked your dance.

- Ah ... well ... well, I'll go then probably.

- Unfortunately not. Once said, then it is necessary. Just keep it in mind - nothing personal. - Vika spread her hands to the sides, showing that she had nothing to do with it. - Undress then, too, once arrived.

The girl was beautiful and mischievous. Somewhere in the twenty-one year Vika would give her a look, but she never knew for sure. There is here and older, there are younger too, there is a prettier face with the muzzle. But her dance hooked. And let Nasty's visit here meant a complete sentence to Vika, as an art historian, but she was still glad to punish these cuties. So funny confused in the buttons, one sight for sore eyes! Finally she undressed and peep around, apparently looking for where to lie. Yes, for some reason, closed palms. Well, what a beauty!

- Get up straight, hands at the seams! - Vika waited for the execution of the team. - Now you will get twenty blows on the pope with this belt, is that clear? Do not nod, you must answer.

- Y-yes.

- Every blow you must count, is that understandable?

- Y-yes.

- Hope so. Because if you miss the score, the blow is not counted. And exactly get up, I ordered! - The teacher still admired this innocent charm.

- A strong, well ... beat?

- Right now and find out what to talk about here? Bring that bench over here, over the center of the hall, and lie down.

- And ... with ... of course, - the girl went to carry out the assignment, and seemed to understand everything, but ... - and you will not help me? She is heavy!

- No, I will not help you. And in general, the next time for such whims, I will throw ten more blows. Carry a bench, and put it here. - No, in general, well, is there any visible impudence ?! - Well, lie down now, what are you waiting for?

Vika got up from the table, and, without haste, went to the ass, obediently bare and substituted for her belt. The heavy sighs of its owner were clearly heard. Tried and struck the first blow.

- wai!

- I ordered to count blows!

- Oh, I just forgot, Oh!

- Well ?!

- What is it?

- wai!

- Count the blows I say.

- Yy, che ... four. Wai!

“So I told you to count the blows.” Did you count them? Not! What are four? The account starts with one. In general, all this is not counted, we start anew.

- Oh how, just not fair, wai! - There was a tense silence. - One.

- Well done, you can, when you want.

Then it went already easier. Vika rhythmically struck medium strength when the door to the office suddenly opened. The punished tried to jump up, but then, apparently realizing that naked, on the contrary lay back, but closed the ass with her hands.

- Calm, calm, it's just Anya. Don't worry, there are no outsiders here. Come on, take your hands off the priests, and I will continue.

- Yes, but oh-oh. Odie ... eleven.

- No, only ten. This was a free kick for bickering. Anh, late.

“I know, it's just full of things.” You are all here on vacation, but I have to work hard.

- This is me on vacation ?! Oh! For ... for what?

- For bickering, I say the same. An, well, by the middle did you have time, will you be flogged, or will you just look?

- Come on, of course, I will pour a desyatochku. No wonder I was in a hurry here, - the assistant headmistress took the strap from her friend's hands.

- Oh well, I ... I do not agree, - was heard from somewhere below. - Me ... I can not choose who to beat!

- Anh, give her eleven for the altercation. Crime, and I will correct, if that.

The partner, although she already had some experience of flogging, still acted very ineptly, and Vika was forced to correct. Basically, the problem was that the blows came out too weak, and one of them did not even count Vika, saying that it was necessary to beat him again, the same fifteenth blow. That is characteristic, objections from the owner very by that time already slapped back has not been received. Here! Here it is a science! This is exactly what Victoria wanted. She was already rather bored with the constant nagging of the object of upbringing, and she was sincerely glad that something was clearing up in the lovely head of this object. Vika even understood at this moment why Nastya was sent to her for a spanking. The girl is obviously too big an opinion about herself, and certainly not only here she is trying to demonstrate it. She clearly needed to try the strap, and it is clear that it went to her for future use. But yes, they are engaged in upbringing here, and no frills will be tolerated here! You will receive as much - as ...