The stern professor’s cane left marks on my skin—proof of discipline in the halls of this elite academy. Every stripe a...

The stern professor’s cane left marks on my skin—proof of discipline in the halls of this elite academy. Every stripe a reminder: beauty thrives under control. #discipline #teacher #muscle

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