In the hallowed halls of St. Aldous, Professor Whitmore’s cane found its mark on young Oliver’s unruly backside. The sting...

In the hallowed halls of St. Aldous, Professor Whitmore’s cane found its mark on young Oliver’s unruly backside. The sting was sharp, the lesson learned—but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever. #discipline #classroom #teacher #rebel #caning

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