On 10+, you find Julia alone and ready.

Your heels click against the marble floor as you stride after Julia, catching up to her just as she's about to leave the building.

"Miss Mitchell. A word, please."

The girl stops and turns around, flushed from the exertion of running and perhaps also from the embarrassment of being caught.

"Miss Stevenson! I'm sorry, I-"

"In here." Your tone leaves no room for argument as you point to an empty classroom. Julia's head hangs low as she leads the way, hugging her books to her chest. You are treated to the view of her slim, shapely legs, admiring the way her pleated skirt dances around her thighs as she walks.

You follow her into the empty room and close the door behind you.

"Miss Mitchell, you know full well that running in the hallways is strictly forbidden." You raise a hand as she begins to protest. "As is interrupting your teacher when she is talking to you. Clearly, you are in need of discipline."

You look the petite girl up and down, trying to decide what to do with her.