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The nun's voice drips with authority as she lectures the student, her eyes scanning his rebellious form. She demands he strip, her breath hitching as he reveals his muscular body. She runs her fingers over his skin, feeling the heat of his defiance. She reaches into her bag, pulling out a riding crop, and snaps it against her palm. "Bend over," she commands, her voice low, her eyes filled with a hunger that surprises even her. As he complies, she runs the crop over his ass, her imagination running wild with the possibilities of his punishment.