"Oh it's ok," Kafka said, flipping the crop up across the hardening nipple and then snapping down across it, eliciting a squeal of shock and pain from Nami, "You see, whether you believe in threads of love or not, I can see them," Kafka said, smiling sagely as she turned her attention to Nami's neglected other breast. "All of us are bound to each other in strand of love, wether platonic, romantic... sexual," Kafka said with an arch grin, "So any time we do something to hurt someone else, Love expects due Penance."
Nami whimpered as Kafka's crop pushed the cup of her bra up over her nipple, exposing it to the cold classroom air as she ran the braided black leather crop across Nami's sensitive pink flesh. "Poor thing," Kafka said in a distinctly maternal tone over the sound of Nami's moaning, "We just need to get through this together," Kafka said soothingly, setting down the crop and reaching over Nami for one of the small metal clamps. Nami's eyes went wide in shock as she realized what was in store for her. Thrashing around against the desk, Kafka quickly seized a fistful of Nami's hair as she crouched down over the frightened girl. "Now, now," Kafka chided, "I know it's bitter medicine, but the sooner you take it, the sooner you'll feel better." Pinching the clamp ready. Kafka smiled saintly into Nami's tear-streaked face as she moved the clamp into position over her nipple. "Get ready for you medicine, Nami-chan."
With a quick flick of her thumb, Kafka let the clamp snap shut across Nami's exposed nipple, dragging a keen wail from the poor, cuffed girl on the floor. Kafka pulled Nami to her, hugging her softly as her chest heaved with sobs, causing the tightly fitted clamp to bite even harder to it's purchase as she pressed her body against it,