The professor’s whip cracks like a judge’s gavel—today, you’re the executioner. His cold gaze locks onto you as he hands you...

The professor’s whip cracks like a judge’s gavel—today, you’re the executioner. His cold gaze locks onto you as he hands you the leather, his smile a blade. Will you obey, or will you break first? #discipline #classroom #teacher

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