On a Miss, you make amends but take a CONSEQUENCE.

"TWENTY SEVEN!" you wail. Your buttocks are a sea of fire, and your vision is obscured behind sparkling curtains of red and green.

Whap! Oscar Whiplash gives you another one of the strokes earned by Pipistrelle Clawson.

"Twenty... eight?" you whimper. It was twenty-eight, wasn't it? Your hands, slippery with perspiration, grip the handles of the discipline horse. You've quite sweated through your uniform, and you feel the texture of the leather under your chest and belly.

"Yes, twenty-eight," the Housemaster says eagerly. "Continue."

"Make it stop," you blubber, "Make it stop!" The tears have been running down your face for twenty strokes, and your nose has been running for twelve.

"Brave girl," the Housemaster says. "And so generous, to take on Miss Clawson's punishment. You should see how lovely red your bum is, now. Just two more."

Whhrrrap!

You scream as the penultimate stroke lands. "TWENTY NINE!" you cry out, your voice raw from screaming.

"Last one, now," the Housemaster says. You feel the thrum of magic. "Electra," he incants. The rod swishes in the air.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The Housemaster's final stroke is like a bolt of lightning. Your head spins, your vision dims, and you slide from the discipline horse.

You awaken, face down, upon a cot in a chamber adjacent to the Headmaster's office. A moist cloth blots gently at your brow. You start moving your arms so you can push up and look round.

"No, don't move yet," a low, dry voice speaks.

The voice takes the strength from your arms. It's Euryale, the Wardress. A monstrous creature, snake-haired, kin to Miss Wormwood, no doubt, though neither will speak of a family tie, or much of their history at all. Euryale goes hooded and veiled, but once in a while, a snake-head will peep out from under her hood, a flickering tongue testing the air. While Miss Wormwood's snakes are green, Euryale's are grey. And while Miss Wormwood indulges her concupiscent desires with Boarbristle's students -- yourself among them! -- using her snake-tresses for sexual congress, Euryale has no known vices.

Euryale patiently sponges you from brow to toes, at first avoiding the glowing heat of your thrashed buttocks. You flinch and squeal as her touch reaches your swollen, punished flesh.

"Patience, Miss Woodbine," Euryale whispers.

You endure the painful touch of the soft, moist flannel. She has to reach for a second cloth, then a third, as she cleans between your legs. You whimper, but mostly hold it together.

"Brave girl," Euryale says. "Well done."

You sigh.

"Here is a gown and slippers," the Wardress says. "Go to the Infirmary and ask for the Nurse."

You have a CONSEQUENCE from the pain and discomfort of the Housemaster's thrashing.

You have 3 XP, Fay is your FRIEND and lover, and has promised a FAVOR to help get Golondrina Redmoor transferred to House Minerval.

Pipistrelle Clawson, Prefect of Minerval, is no longer your ENEMY.

Roll +CUNNING (+1) (+2 CUNNING, -1 CONSEQUENCE) to ENCOUNTER the Nurse. You may ENCOUNTER Pip next, regardless of the outcome.