The Instruction of Hitomi Yarada
The Instruction of Hitomi YaradaHitomi shivered from the cold and from abject shame. She squatted on the two wooden boards, laying one hand across her sore vagina while trying to cover her erect nipples. She had been balancing on the boards for more than an hour, and now the cold was almost unbearable. The physical pain was intense, but nothing compared to the miserable disgrace she felt as a crowd began to gather outside The Academy’s main gate to witness her torment. The...