Brittani’s class had performed miserably for the third semester in a row, so she was brought to the front of the auditorium for “correction and motivation.”

“You will have these udders slapped for every student that received less than eighty percent on final exams in your classes,” the dean said. “That should be… let’s see. Three hundred and forty-seven times. You other faculty members would do well to pay close attention, this is what will happen if you do not maintain quality classes.”

The auditorium was silent, the only sound the slapping of the ruler on her tits and heavy breathing of her peers masturbating.