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Whilst you very much enjoyed thrashing your student to tears and the sight of her welted rump was most stimulating, your lusts are not so uncontrollable that you always need to sate them after a spanking. The curvaceous brunette shows her appreciation with a sizeable sum and you return to your seat, telling both young ladies that they can join you.

Surprisingly, Vesna sits just as tentatively as her tute-partner and sucks in her breath when her bum touches the chair, although she demonstrated no obvious discomfort when standing. Inspecting her more closely, you spot that her palms are covered in a spiderweb of thin livid lines. You get a mental image of her music teacher whipping her hands with a bundle of strings from an instrument and then making her resume playing with burning fingers. As a result of your reverie, the moment passes before you have a chance to ask about the state of her bottom and the tutorial gets under way without further delay.

It soon becomes clear that these are not your best students. They are still creditable and before the changes you made with the Rulebook, you would have considered them superb, but higher standards are now expected. You wonder whether you should split them up next year and pair them with others to see what effect changing partners might have, but of course you do have one other option open to you.

As the tutorial draws to an end, you pull up the girls' records over the past few terms. They are both mostly grade A students, with a few A-pluses and a few A-minuses (more minuses than pluses for Beatrice and vice versa for Vesna). The rest of your intermediates get at least as many A-pluses as straight As. When you show them your findings, they both understand the need for extra effort and seem genuinely interested in improving themselves, so the three of you agree an action plan whereby they will be publicly whipped with a multi-tailed lash unless they get at least fifty percent A-pluses between now and the end of the year. Everyone seems happy with this and so you dismiss them with a smile.

When they rise to pack away their stuff, Beatrice sighs in relief to be taking the weight off her stiffening buttocks, but Vesna again gasps in pain briefly, before seeming to lose all discomfort. This time, you do enquire about the pain in her arse.

"Bum especially sore, today, Vesna?"

"Oh, not really, Professor." The slim blonde shows no embarrassment at discussing her nether regions with you. "I've been figged to help my posture for the double bass." Like all your students nowadays, both she and Beatrice seemed to have fine posture as far as you noticed, but you suppose that perhaps the fig was responsible for that. Sensing your curiosity, Vesna asks whether you'd like to see and you can't resist saying yes.

She bends over and hikes up her short skirt to reveal what looks like a length of horseradish protruding a couple of inches from her rectum. Her burning bum hole is very red and looks incredibly sore, but she doesn't react until you grab the end of the root and give it a little tug and push, whereupon she moans a little. Apparently, she can cope with the pain except when the fig moves in her arse, whilst sitting or standing, for example. Her cheeks and genitals are unmarked by recent chastisement, making the penetration look quite incongruous.

"Does the fig affect your ability to give sexual pleasure with your arse, when required?"

"No, Professor. It makes it much more painful for me, but once it's removed, there's no difference for the man, as long as he uses protection. If I were going to be buggered without a condom, a gentleman would be well advised to give me a scrub first, to make sure there's nothing inside to irritate his penis and I have the necessary equipment to do that with me."

You nod sagely and tell her she can cover up and go. You're not sure how you feel about figging. It's probably effective and you think it would be quite fun to administer to an unsuspecting young lady, but the potential inconvenience when tipping is a concern. Still, if nobody else complains, you don't see any reason to make a fuss.