A Stroll on the Grounds

You return the paddle to the wardrobe and grab your Martinet, placing the handle in your front right pocket as the straps peek out the top of it.

You walk out of the office and look at your secretary, she's a young pale redhead with a tight body and firm round ass, "Kinsley, hold my calls, I'm going to take a stroll on the grounds."

"Yes dean." She replies. She notices the Martinet peeking out of your pocket and can't help but shiver a bit, as she knows first hand the sting it can cause as it is inflicted upon a female's backside.

You walk out of the office and into the courtyard behind the administration building. You glance around deciding where to head next.