"It can't be helped!" Nami said in frustrated tears, "I'm a delinquent student! Ill tempered troublemaker! That's me! But sure that's something for the school to take care of."
"Delinquent Student?" Kafka said, her eyes softly glistening, "Impossible. How could something I've only seen in Manga and on TV be here in my own classroom. No, you're just hungry for attention."
"Yes. Positively starved for it. I can tell. I can always tell when people need special attention," Kafka said cryptically, turning around and opening her shoulder bag. "Unfortunately, though, your cries for attention are distracting Sensei." Kafka turned around, setting metal clamps and heavy, leather crop on the desktop. "He has to take up the slack for you, you know, defend you to the Principal. And he already as so much on his mind." Kafka's eyes narrowed darkly at two perpetually empty desks in the class, "So very much already."
"So," she continued brightly, all traces of her former dark demeanour gone again, "I've decided that to make sure you don't bother the Sensei, I'll give you the attention you crave." Picking up the leather crop, Kafka slapped it lightly against Nami's cheek, making the chained girl squeal in shock. Kafka traced the Crop down Nami's jaw to her breast, twisting it into her nipple painfully through the blouse. "Oh yes, you're going to get all the attention you'd ever want."
Nami, sobbing now, turned her eyes up to her captor. "Kafka please. Please! I'm s-s-so s-scared..."
Kafka's dark eyes shimmered in the fading twilight. "Of course you are, dear. It's only normal."