Lisa stopped at the door and turned to face the beaten teacher. She felt like a child being punished for being bad. The air was chilly which added to the hardening of her nipples. She was stopped short of the door by the leash. She checked her draws, closet and her shoe rack while the uncomfortable teacher knelt quietly by the door. Her fingers had a mind of their own. Jumping up Lisa came around the desk and slapped her teacher hard on the cheek. Mary was getting more and more nervous as she looked over the contents of the cart.