Of course not

Ms. Nolan’s escape attempt is thwarted. Her first attempt at running in the mud resulted in her foot slipping out from under her, causing her to fall face forward.

Her hands move from where they tried to cover her breasts and bare ass. Those hands land in the mud as she looks face down into the murky Earth, breasts heaving, ass raised up into the air. If the former principal felt exposed before, this new pose added a deeper, more humiliating level of shame.

You’d done nothing since give Miss Westmore a gentle prod in the direction of someone tired of taking orders or being talked down to. Her whole life she’s been disregarded because she’s short and people like Miss Nolan have towered over her. That ends today. All she needed was some direction from you.

But with the nature taking course and Ms. Nolan ending palms and head down, ass up, you decided to help encourage the mud to thicken, making it impossible for the awkwardly positioned woman to pull her hands and upper body up, leaving her ass proudly shaking in the the air, knees a good foot apart, struggling to get footing in the slop.

Miss Westmore had turned in time to watch Ms. Nolan’s latest disastrous attempt at fleeing and calmly strode over, using the same hand that struck the assistant principal’s face, this time she took aim at a different cheek, popping her superior right on her wiggling ass.

“How perfect.”