Lorelei's nipples are caned

"These draw quite enough attention as they are," says Julia, pointing to Lorelei's prodigious boobs with the tip of her cane. "There's no need to shake them all over the place when you're walking around."

The auburn-haired nineteen year old blushes deeply as she stammers an apology. You're sure she wasn't jiggling them about on purpose, but it'll take her some practice to keep them under control whilst walking naked in ballet boots.

Julia inspects the offending tits closely, running her thumb nail carefully over some of the white ridges and scarlet patches left by previous punishments. Lorelei catches her breath when a particularly tender spot is probed, but otherwise manages to bear the scrutiny without obvious signs of distress.

"It seems your left nipple is more inflamed than your right, so it should cause you greater pain if I cane across them from your right hand side."

"Yes, Dr. Morgan, I'm sure it will," replies the contrite student. "Please may I be caned across my nipples for flaunting my breasts?"

"You may. One stroke ought to be enough, but if I have to tell you again, you'll get a dozen, understand?"

"Yes, thank-you, Dr. Morgan—Aaarggh!" Lorelei almost doubles over as Julia swings her short, thick cane almost lazily in an arc seemingly intended to tear the teenager's nipples right off.

"Get those shoulders back at once, young lady!" The Tutor for Women is appropriately furious at your student's lapse in deportment. "I'll repeat that and give you two more for good measure."

"Thank-you, Dr. Morgan." The tears that have been threatening to fall ever since you saw the three girls in the corridor now finally start to run down her cheeks. "Please may I have the first stroke."

If anything, this one is even harder and you can actually hear the impact over the whirr of the cane through the air.

"Ah! One, thank-you, Dr. Morgan. Please may I have the second." This time, she manages to stay in position, her lean body held loosely to attention, arms straight by her sides and hands limp, neither clenched nor held rigidly flat, as some girls are wont to do to help them cope with the pain of a spanking.

The next stroke is equally firm and expertly delivered, just brushing the aureoles on its journey.

"Hm-mm-mm, two-oo, thank-you Dr. Morgan. Please may I have the third."

The little vignette has drawn considerable attention. Most of the students check to see what's happening, then continue on their way as quickly as possible, averting their gaze as though taking an interest in the proceedings might lead to their joining the unfortunate miscreants in their birthday suits—which, of course, it very well could. Others, though, especially tourists visiting the college from other parts of the country or even overseas, are stopping to watch avidly and a few are taking pictures to show their friends back home.

A swish and a warbling moan draw the punishment to an end.

"Three, thank-you Dr. Morgan. Thank-you for caning me for shaking my breasts and for lack of control during a punishment." She gives a few sniffling sobs, but seems to be regaining her composure surprisingly quickly considering how swollen and raw her nipples (particularly the left) are now. Since her disciplinarian was a woman, there is no tip to be given, so Julia moves straight on to the next item on the agenda.