Self indulgent kinkshit
[ Byakuren wouldn't lie about it; that girl was a troublemaker. All of the girls staying in the dorm were, in their own special ways, complete and utter pains in the ass. You know, to put it bluntly. It wasn't good for Byakuren's blood pressure to mentally list their problems. Not after spending a long day clearing things up with staff at the girls' school, police, concerned parents and more. Dealing with social services was the last thing she needed, so it was nice of the school not to get them involved. The one lucky break in all of this.
The girls had been grounded for the rest of the day, confined to their rooms. She took meals to them and let them go to the bathroom but she didn't have to worry about any escape attempts; all of them knew better than to cross her when she was so angry she swung into silent territory. Even Nue. Punishment was hanging over every one of their heads like the Sword of Damocles. The waiting was torture for all of them, but the unknown was worse.
What kind of cruel punishment would a former gang leader turned dorm mother have in store? Nothing they'd done before had made her this mad and, when she was through with them, nothing ever would again. Eventually there was a knock at a door and Byakuren waited silently, a thick and heavy wooden paddle in her hands. It was time for someone's punishment. Old school style. ]
The girls had been grounded for the rest of the day, confined to their rooms. She took meals to them and let them go to the bathroom but she didn't have to worry about any escape attempts; all of them knew better than to cross her when she was so angry she swung into silent territory. Even Nue. Punishment was hanging over every one of their heads like the Sword of Damocles. The waiting was torture for all of them, but the unknown was worse.
What kind of cruel punishment would a former gang leader turned dorm mother have in store? Nothing they'd done before had made her this mad and, when she was through with them, nothing ever would again. Eventually there was a knock at a door and Byakuren waited silently, a thick and heavy wooden paddle in her hands. It was time for someone's punishment. Old school style. ]