What is the punishment?

Amelia gets her face slapped

Julia walks over to the blonde standing in the middle of the trio, stepping close until they're only inches apart, looking straight into each other's eyes. The cheerleader trembles with trepidation.

"This is nice," the tutor begins, "being able to see your face. When you were walking over here, you were always looking down at your feet and your hair was falling forwards, making it hard to see your humiliation."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Morgan." Her voice is plaintive and unsteady. "Please may I be spanked for hiding my face?"

Julia nods curtly and pulls a thin suede glove from a pocket, slipping it over her elegant hand and flexing her fingers to make sure it's properly in place. Stepping back to arm's length, she rests her palm against the younger woman's cheek.

"Keep your mouth shut and your teeth together; don't speak until I've finished and don't turn your head away."

Amelia almost replies, but stops herself just in time. Julia draws back her arm and slaps her as hard as she can, careful not to hit her ear, the **** moving her head just slightly, but not enough to warrant further punishment, although her blonde hair flicks up and bounces about her shoulders as though a sudden breeze had just appeared to play with her unrestrained tresses. The brunette follows up with a back-handed slap to the other cheek and then several more, the sound of leather on flesh filling the courtyard.

She stops and removes her glove, Amelia's cheeks blazing red and slick with the tears that have started to fall unchecked.

"You may speak now," she announces.

"Thank-you for slapping me for hiding my face, Dr. Morgan. I'm so sorry and I'll never do it again."

Julia nods and puts her glove away. The spectators who have gathered, realizing there won't be any tip to come as the disciplinarian was a woman, prepare to move on, but it turns out the Tutor for Women has more planned.