Johanna should have done even better

You lean back with a sigh of irritation. From most women, Johanna's tip would have been entirely acceptable, commendable even, but you recall the college's new motto and know that its students expect to be held to a higher standard. Your musings are interrupted by the Asian teen thanking you once again for disciplining her and allowing her to show her gratitude by pleasuring you, before asking timidly whether you would permit her to ensure that your cock is completely clean using her mouth (although she doesn't use any word as uncouth as cock).

You nod and her nimble tongue slides over your flaccid member as she sucks it and your sweaty scrotum into her mouth in turn. You are trying to decide what further chastisement is warranted, when the door opens and Lorelei returns, having finally stopped crying, bearing a positive bundle of stinging nettles.

She seems a little embarrassed at having interrupted you, but tries to hide it, standing with eyes downcast to await your next instruction. Still, you immediately push her tute-partner away and put your clothes in order; it's hard to act authoritatively with your pants round your ankles. As you fasten your fly, you notice that the fronts of Lorelei's legs are splotched with bruises and ask her what happened, Johanna's coming punishment momentarily forgotten.

"Dr. Greene saw me on the way to get the nettles," she explains diffidently "and spanked me for creeping around with no clothes on."

"Did you explain the situation?"

"No, sir. She didn't ask and as I didn't have a note, I didn't want it to seem like I was making excuses." The redhead's voice conveys complete acceptance of her unfair smacking, but you still feel bad for not thinking to arm her with a note. It does give you an idea, though.