Master P gets up from his chair irritated and goes to her, trying not to show his disappointment. She is yet to feel his anger. He squats down next to her and gently strokes her back until he feels that she is starting to relax and enjoy his caresses.

- Are you tired, dear? Is my puppy tired? Do you want a little rest, little one? Come on, stand up, be my little girl. - The professor helps the girl to her feet, not stopping stroking her back. - Shh, it's okay, shhsh - Sensing that her Professor is showing mercy and concern, she begins to whimper and plead with him to remove the three clamps, but he pretends not to understand at all. So much for his empathy. Then he begins to gently but insistently stroke her between her legs. He frowns when he feels her hair there - another violation, but he says nothing now. He continues to tease her labia until she feels like lava in his hands - loose, warm, ready to flow.

- Spread those legs, dear - and when she obeys, the Professor skillfully and quickly attaches a clamp to each of her labia. But these clamps are even more sinister than the others. These have weights attached to them and inexorably stretch the labia down and out, causing terrible pain and threatening to tear it apart. Once again Valeria is in agony, she whimpers and starts crying again. At first she steps from foot to foot, but quickly realizes that it is better not to move, because every movement adds new terrible pain. Unfortunately, her Professor knows the same thing.

- Have you rested, my little one? It seems that you have been so busy studying that you have no time for physical exercise? - Professor P is unsurpassed in the use of sarcasm and irony, but Valeria is not amused, she cries hysterically, especially after hearing the rest

- It's time to move, dear, this is important, come on. Lean forward nicely and grab your ankles, count to 5 and stand up again. Then repeat this 5 times. Come on, quickly, my little one.

Valeria stands still and cannot believe what she is hearing. She categorically does not want to do this. She looks at the Professor pleadingly with her tearful eyes and keeps saying incomprehensible requests. Two sharp slaps on her bottom make her cry more, but also move. She follows her teacher's orders, but her actions are stiff and somehow unnatural. She sobs non-stop the whole time, as the pain in her nipples is now tearing and burning. Much to her horror, Master P seems to be clueless, and not only does he not let her give up until she has done the full set of 5 reps, but he also orders her to squat on the ground with her knees wide apart and walk ducking for 3 minutes. Then... then there is no rest, of course. Valeria is ordered to run in place with a loud and clear knee lift. And when her pace drops, she receives a brutal lick with the crop on her bottom, chest or between her legs. Despite her tongue sticking out, Miss Stan's screams are now clear and distinct, but unfortunately they do not touch Master P's heart. He is determined to teach her the important lesson she needs.

Only after Valeria has run in place for 5 minutes does the Professor allow her to stay in place for a while. Her breathing is heavy and rapid, her whole body is trembling with fatigue and pain. And if she thought she knew what pain meant until a moment ago, she was wrong. Because now she feels as if her whole body is burning in pure white pain, especially her breasts and her labia. And her tongue, of course. The Professor leaves her alone for a moment to go to the private bathroom in his office and return to her with some strange bowl in his hands.

- Lean forward, dear. That's right, rest your hands on my desk. That's it. Spread your legs, my girl. Shhshshsh. That's right, relax…