Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Quarter/New Policy/Kittie/Lesson/Over

"Alright," you say. "Now, tell me about your sister's boyfriend." Kittie sniffles and picks up her T-shirt quickly upon hearing your words. "Hold on!" You tell her. "Did I say you could put your shirt back on? You know I can still make your punishment a lot worse young lady."

"Mmm..." She whimpered and tossed her shirt back on the chair and put her hands over her breasts. "No, you can't cover your breasts either." You tell her. You could probably go for more from here based on her trying to cover herself up, but you decide to take pity on her. "If you want your breasts covered, you can come on over here and I can put my hands over them. You cannot cover them yourself though."

To your surprise and amazement, she actually runs around your desk and stands in front of you, presenting her chest. It takes your brain a moment to catch up with this, you can't believe she's actually THIS ashamed of her budding little nothing breasts. "Hmm... you know, willingly allowing a man to touch your breasts harms your purity a lot more than just having them seen, right?" You ask her as you reach out and begin fondling her young breasts, lifting and cupping them from underneath as you push them up, massaging the breast tissue.

Kittie gasps under your massaging hands, and her body begins trembling. Her hands come up to your wrists in order to try and pull your hands off. "Umm... no, then...!" So, she really didn't know? She must have actually thought having her breasts covered even in this way would be better for her in that regard. Once again, the sex education in this town is incredibly poor.

"It's too late now Kittie." You tell her.

• Now, if she will just tell you about her sister's boyfriend she can leave.
• She just keeps digging herself in deeper with her resistance. Push her punishment even farther.