Yasbeth, the flaky student, skips another class, wandering the empty halls. She finds herself in the principal's office, drawn to the power and authority it exudes. She sits in the leather chair, running her fingers along the armrest, feeling a thrill. Her mind races with fantasies of being bent over the desk, her short uniform skirt lifted, her panties pulled aside, taking her punishment like a good girl. Her hand wanders between her legs, feeling the heat and dampness, her breath hitching as she hears footsteps approaching, her secret moment shattered.