Then it was Kendra’s turn. She was trembling so violently the bench creaked. The first strike elicited a sharp yelp; the second and third brought silent tears that trekked through her makeup. The sting was sharp and lingering, a fire that refused to be extinguished.
Bella swallowed hard. She was the "golden girl," a straight-A student who had folded under the pressure of Kendra’s desperate pleas. Kendra, usually the life of every party, now looked pale, her bravado stripped away by the sight of the long, flexible rattan cane resting on the corner of the credenza. Bella And Kendra Caned For Cheating.mp4
The procedure was clinical. Thorne gestured toward the wooden bench in the center of the room—a relic of the school’s traditionalist roots that many believed was just for show. It wasn't. Then it was Kendra’s turn
"I'm so sorry, Bella," Kendra whispered, leaning against a stone pillar. The sting was sharp and lingering, a fire
Between them on the desk lay two identical chemistry finals. Even the smudge on the margin of question fourteen was mirrored perfectly.
