This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
Jennifer's day wasn't much better. After the Headmaster escorted Liza from the class, she decided to take advantage of the disturbance. She took a bottle of glue from the supply cabinet and squirted a few thick strands leading from the tip of the banana across the table.
Most of the other young women giggled quietly as they sketched the still life. But when Sister Anne noticed the lewd display, she was not amused. She quickly cleaned up the mess and moved the bowl of fruit to her desk.
"That's enough sketching for today, class," she told the students. She intended to ignore the incident, but one of the girls decided to snitch.
"Sister Anne?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, Miss Elliot?" the nun replied.
"Jennifer did it. And she arranged the fruit too, not Liza."
"Oh? Is that true, Miss Martin?"
Jennifer scowled and shot a piercing glance at Rachel. "Yes, Sister," she admitted.
"I see. Well, I don't mind silly pranks once in a while, but this one went too far. And letting your roommate take the blame for your action? That's very inappropriate." She considered for a moment. "I don't think we need to involve the Headmaster, but you will need to be punished. Come here and bend over, please."
"Yes, ma'am," Jennifer answered as she bent over the chair in front of Sister Anne. The teacher lifted the girl's skirt and lowered her panties.
SMACK! "Oww!" Jennifer whimpered, surprised at how firm the slap was on her bare bottom.
"Don't forget to count, or I'll have to start over."
"Yes, Sister. One."
