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Part of the 'Discipline at St. Wilgefortis' Series:- Elise (Ellie) Morgan is the newly-appointed teacher of music and drama at the prestigious and peculiar St. Wilgefortis' Boarding School for Girls, an institution which aims to live up to its motto "Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child." Ellie is fresh out of teacher-training college, a wide-eyed innocent unprepared for the hot-house atmosphere of an all-female environment, and even less so for the demands of administering regular corporal punishment. But she is destined to learn just who and what she can be, through a series of revelatory encounters. (Contains explicit descriptions of spankings and canings, and lesbian sexual encounters. Do not start reading if you are not going to enjoy.) The best starting-point for the "Discipline at St. Wilgefortis' " series.
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