On a 7-9, Pip will let you join in if you show her your thrashed bum.

⚂⚂ + 2 = 8.

Prefect Pip laughs as she sees you shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. "A little warm back there?" she says from her bed. One of the luxuries of being a prefect is that she doesn't have to share a room.

"Well, yes," you say.

Pip grins. "So show me, Woodbine," she says.

Your face and ears flush hot.

"Show me!" Pip says eagerly.

You draw up the skirt of your black House Minerval robe and the light under-skirt. You feel the heat from your inflamed buttocks radiating onto your hands as they're revealed. You turn round.

"Well, that's a thrashing, to be sure," Pip says. "I'm sure Housemaster spent when he gave you the final blow."

In two full years at Boarbristle in Minerval, you've never had nor witnessed a thrashing until today, when you took one for Pip. You've heard rumours of course.

"I don't know," you say. "I was bent over, and the last blow..." you swallow. "The last blow, I fainted. Does he really wank off when he's giving a thrashing?"

"Oh, yes, he does indeed," Pip says. "Trust me, as a Prefect, I know. Though sometimes he saves his cockstand to put it up someone's bum instead. Well, you look lovely and warm back there, Morgan."

"Nurse gave me a pot of salve," you say. "Would you...?" you ask.

"It's the least I can do," Pip says. "I know what that feels like. Step close and bend over."

Pip sits up on her bed. You step up, hand Pip the salve Miss Wormwood gave you, and bend over facing away, braced upon the back of a chair.

Pipistrelle Clawson gently rubs salve into your buttocks, spreading the soothing balm with her fingertips. "You've got a skinny bum like mine," she says. "Headmaster likes plumper ones, especially boys, but he'll thrash whatever he can get." She carefully anoints your wounded bum and starts circling her thumbs round the unbroken skin at the edges. "You like that, do you?" she says.

"Yes," you say. Heat rises from inside you now, and moisture from within.

"I can smell it," she says. "Your crack's almost drooling. No wonder Fay took you as a pet. Too bad we didn't get off to a better start together. Your cunt has a lovely stink. Enchanting. I could wear you as perfume." She laughs. "I guess we're together for that wank I was wanting." With each hand, she squeezes the fold where your buttocks meet your thighs.

Roll +CUNNING (+2) to HAVE SEX with Prefect Pip.