She's made as attention-grabbing as possible.

"Since Ms. Shimizu is so clearly enjoying her little display, we're going to help her keep her nerves from getting the best of her." Ms. Micheli announced as she returned to the assembled cheerleaders with a box in her arms marked 'contraband.'

Ms. Micheli set the box down on the ground and reached inside to pull out a shiny pair of handcuffs. The coach tossed the cuffs Trisha's way, and the bully deftly caught them and flashed Yuki a predatory grin. It was clear what was in store for the frightened young woman.

"N-no, please don't!" Yuki begged as she tried to keep her hands tightly clamped over her privates even as several sets of hands worked to pry them off. Outnumbered and overcome with shame, Yuki was unable to keep her arms from being pulled away and behind her back, where she felt the unyielding metal clamp down around her wrists.

"Oh my god, she's wet!" one girl cried, prompting laughter and catcalls from the rest of the team.

Ms. Micheli, meanwhile, had gathered up some more items from the box before walking into the group. "Now, since Yuki was so kind as to offer herself up, and is already enjoying the attention, I figure we can start today's practice off with a little creativity exercise." she said, holding out her next set of tools for Yuki's punishment. Yuki could now see that the coach was holding several packs of colorful sharpies, which she promptly began to hand out to the cheer team.

The whole team smiled and giggled as Ms. Micheli's words sank in. "Write, draw, do whatever seems most fun to you, girls."