Miss H works on Lucy alone

Miss H shoved Lucy into the corner. “Third lesson, never give them an inch.” She took hold of Lucy’s hair, bashing the bigger of the girls face first into the corner post. Lucy started to sob as her face was battered into the relentless turnbuckle by the equally relentless Miss Hoefull. Soon, Lucy hung limp on her knees, held up only by Miss H’s handful of hair. She grabbed Lucy’s top, tearing her blouse and bra off in one swipe. She then tied the schoolgirl to the corner with her own bra and shirt.

“Fourth lesson…” She swung her elbow back, bashing Jamie in the kisser. “If you’re going to sneak up on someone, take the time to do it quietly.” She threw Lucy to the ground in front of her tied up partner.

“You children are disgraceful. So puny and out of shape. I suspect that you need a workout, and here’s your punching bag.” Miss H motioned at the bound Lucy.

“What!? She’s my friend! I’d never hit her!”
“Is that so?” Miss H purred menacingly.