You've skipped yet another dinner to run off and cause trouble with your friends. You climb back in through your window late at night, dressed very improperly, and to your surprise, your matron Kosi is there waiting. "Well... I see you haven't run for good after all!" Her voice is angry and sarcastic without a hint of the affection you're used to from her. "Have you any idea how worried I was?" She rubs her temples, the soft light catching the silver threads in her dark hair. "And do you care at all how this reflects on me and the job I've done raising you? And look at you! Dressed like a scoundrel! Tell me you've not been out lain with men?"

You assure her of at least that, your purity is intact, and she sighs with some small relief. "Thou art the heir to the throne and thou wilt dress like it unless thee craves a harsh hand!" You look down, feeling a slight hurt at her use of the formal 'thee', as if she's demoting you from daughter-like to a mere welp she has to put up with. "Get thyself out these clothes!"

When you make no move to do so she springs upon you, her movements surprisingly quick for a woman of her years, overpowering you and stripping you naked. The cool air against your skin makes you shiver as she pulls you across her lap, and you gasp in shock. She's never laid a hand on you before, despite her strictness; it seems you've truly brought her to her limits. "Since you missed your schooling today-" you feel a slight relief at her return to using the formal 'you', hoping it signifies affection "-I will teach you now." From her apron she pulls out a textbook and a ruler, the wooden implement tapping against her palm with a menacing sound. "I will ask you a question from passage 22... get the answer correct and your bottom may not be so red by the end of this..." You gulp, knowing you don't remember anything you've learned in this history textbook. She holds the ruler up and ready above your bottom, and you know that she won't hold back.