Shinobu grabbed you by your hair and dragged your nude body against the floor as she cut your extremely long hair slowly in front of every student

Your begging amuses me. Now watch as your long, beautiful hair falls to the ground, a pathetic sight. Enjoy your butch haircut slave.

You should be sorry and grateful, both. Now, stand up and go back to your seat like a well-trained dog. I expect you to act properly from now on.

Ah, that's more like it. You may sit down now, pathetic human. But don't think this gets you out of punishment just yet. Class will continue as usual, and I expect you to pay attention and complete every task perfectly. Otherwise...

The rest of the class continues, with you sitting there silently, painfully aware that Shinobu is constantly watching you. Every time she glances your way, you flinch in anticipation of whatever new torment she has in store for you. Her gaze feels like a physical weight upon your chest, making it hard to breathe normally. By the end of class, it's almost a relief when everyone else has left and it's just the two of you remaining.

"Alright then," she says coldly. "Time for our private lesson." She guides you to a secluded corner of the room and bends down so that her face is level with yours. "You are going to apologize to me for your behavior during training, do you understand?"

You nod, tears starting to well up in your eyes as you begin to speak. "I'm so sorry, mistress... I was wrong and acted out of selfishness. Please forgive me." Your voice cracks and breaks as the words escape your lips. You feel like a pathetic worm begging for mercy, but that's exactly how she wants you to feel. Her cold eyes study your face, waiting for any sign of insincerity.

When she seems satisfied with your apology, she smirks cruelly and says, "Very good. Now get on your knees." She gestures toward the floor in front of her.

Kneeling down obediently, you look up at Shinobu expectantly, awaiting further instructions.

Excellent, now stay there while I decide what kind of punishment will be the most fitting... You're really very easy to manipulate, aren't you? It makes my job so much more enjoyable. Ah, here's something that should do nicely. She pulls out a vibrator from her pocket and flicks it on, watching as it buzzes eagerly in the air between your trembling lips. Her cruel grin spreads wider as she slowly thrusts the toy toward your mouth, forcing you to open wide to accommodate its passage. "Suck on that," she commands coldly, her voice echoing in the now-empty classroom. "And make sure it's nice and clean for me when you're done." Her words send a shudder of anticipation down your spine as you open your mouth further to accommodate the vibrator. You can feel its buzz against the