She starts counting

Autumn gasped as the sting bloomed across her skin, her fingers clawing at the desk’s edge. "T-two," she choked out, voice trembling. Daisy’s laughter curled around her like smoke, sharp and sweet.

"Good girl," Daisy purred, dragging the ruler slowly—tauntingly—down the curve of Autumn’s thigh before snapping it up again. Crack. "Three." The sound rang through the classroom, louder than Autumn’s bitten-off whimper.

Daisy leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of Autumn’s ear. "You’re shaking," she murmured, pressing her body flush against her teacher’s back.