Valeria follows his orders and gradually relaxes herself, thinking that the Professor has finally finished with his cruelties and she can now rest. Mistake. Another one. The Professor places the bowl on the desk in front of Valeria's eyes. Now she can see that there is water and some strange white thing there. Professor P rummages in the bowl and begins to explain:

- This in front of you, young lady, is soap. Look closely at its shape - it's shaped like a butt plug, do you see? Where do you think this goes?

The Professor laughs, and Valeria shakes her head frantically and whimpers. Again, unintelligible words, and she curses the clip on her tongue, not only because she's all slobbery and sore, but also because she can't speak properly. And right now, she needs to beg Master P to be merciful and not do this. But no... her words are now just unintelligible sounds. The Professor continues to laugh as he stands behind her, reaches out one hand, and holds her still, pressed against the table, her bottom pointing towards him. How beautiful! He can't wait to see that bottom stained red and blue by his whip and belt, but he'll have to wait.

- Yes, yes, yes, I know, honey. You're impatient, aren't you? Me too. Don't get tired of trying to talk now, save your strength, because you're going to need it. Now I want you to relax... Relax, Valeria. As you can see, this is a relatively large butt plug, and I know from personal experience that your asshole is small and tight. It's to your advantage to be relaxed and not tense up. Otherwise, it'll hurt. Relax, Val, be a good girl for me. Come on, little one, shhhh, be as relaxed as possible. I'm going to count to 3 and push the plug in. To make it easier for you, I want you to push on three, right? Are you ready? 1... 2....

Before he could say 3, Valeria let out a loud moan.

- Oops, did I forget to say 3, my dear? Like you forgot to do your homework? Do you see now that your actions have consequences? I hope you don't forget that, my girl. Come on now, don't cry so pitifully. It's just the pain of being forcibly penetrated. You need to relax. Really! Because in a moment you'll start to feel the soap burning deep inside your rectum, and the more you tighten up, the more it'll burn. And… I may have put some ground ginger in the soap. Unfortunately, I forgot to tell you that too... Now get up and come with me. Come on, girl, hurry up. Yes, I know it hurts every step of the way, but who's to blame for that? Come sit here and listen to me carefully.

The professor had forced Valeria to follow him to a small desk at the other end of his office, in front of which was a large mirror. He made the girl sit down on the chair, ignoring her discomfort. Discomfort in this case was putting it mildly. The 5 places on her body pinched by the clamps agonized in constant pain. And now sitting in the chair was proving to be a particularly difficult task - she couldn't find a comfortable position, and no matter how she stood, she felt the plug deep inside her, and the burning that Professor P mentioned earlier had begun and was increasing.

- Because I can see that you are having a hard time speaking, my dear, I will be so kind as to add to the list of your offenses that you so conveniently forgot earlier. Apart from the fact that you are extremely absent-minded in my classes, not doing your homework and failing my exams, your behavior is more than absurd and impudent, young lady. This is ridiculous and unacceptable. On top of everything else, you look extremely careless and about everything else - even look at your clothes, which you threw and left all over my floor - is that normal? And speaking of clothes - do you by any chance remember the dress code at this college, Miss Stan? Or did you forget about that too?! Because as far as I remember, that doesn't include tight jeans and a sexy top with a bare navel and a deep cut neckline! You're in college, miss, not in a brothel, do you understand that?? And you're wearing heavy evening makeup like a whore! What about your pussy? Look how hairy it is! There hasn't been any shaving in here for at least a week, even though you know I want it perfectly smooth at all times. How long did you think I'd put up with this, huh? And to top it off, Professor Stevens told me that you insulted her during art history… I have no words for that. And the reports of one of the students taking the liberty of smoking in the restrooms during breaks, um - do you think I didn't guess that it was you? I just can't recognize you, Valeria! Is that really you? Where is the nice, diligent and polite girl? Where is my obedient sub? Well, I'll take care of that, rest assured, and after I'm done with you, you'll be a new person tomorrow.

Throughout the tirade, Valeria stood in her chair with her head bowed in shame and tears streaming down her face. Her Professor's words had deeply affected her, and it was only then that she realized how much she had hurt him. Her regret was sincere and it really hurt her, more than her 5 sore pinched places and her bottom. Unfortunately, Professor P wasn't even finished yet.

- Look, it's lunchtime. I'm going to use my break time. I'd offer to get you something to eat too, but that would be unnecessary, because it would be hard for you to eat with this tongue for a few days. So I suggest you make the most of this time. First, I want you to get up, gather your clothes, and fold them neatly on my desk. Then I want you to sit back here and do your missing math homework, and watch out, because I'm going to check it! Then I expect you to write me an impromptu letter in which I can see your sincere reflections on the last two weeks - the reasons for this mess and how you plan to proceed from here.I want you to be honest and forthright, because you know I have an unerring radar for bullshit and lies. You will be writing at this desk in front of the mirror the entire time, so you can see what a piece of trash you look like right now. I want you to think about how you got here, do you like the image you see, and how you can improve it. When I get back from lunch, I expect you to be done with these duties of yours. By then, the soap plug inside you should have almost completely melted and is burning you terribly, so I hope to find you ready to ask me nicely and politely to give you a series of 3 ice-cold enemas to wash the soap away. Then we will begin your punishment. Am I clear, Miss Stan? Great! Well, I'm going out now. Oh, and one more thing - all the clips stay in their places. Have fun, little one!

With those last words, Professor P really left his office, leaving Valeria alone. His words "Then we'll start with your punishment" kept echoing in her head. But how is this possible? And what has this been so far? Fun? God, what else will she have to endure. Broken, tired and feeling sorry for herself, poor Miss Stan wept bitterly for her fate.