Part 1: White Clouds. 18th day of the Wyvern Moon. Imperial year 1180.

"...and if you can't remember all of that, just remember that the benefits of a regular defensive formation are greatened by the cover of a heavily wooded terrain."

The bell began to ring, indicating the end of the school day for the students in the Blue Lions classroom. Byleth turned her eyes away from her rather old looking chalkboard and to her class, who hadn't budged from their desks despite the sound of the bell.

"Alright, that's all the time we have today. I hope you all enjoy your weekends. There will be no seminar tomorrow, if you are in need of extra instruction then my assignment to you is: get out and live a little."

A light laughter emerged from the Blue Lions class, with some students laughing genuinely such as Ashe and Dimitri, and others nervously, such as Annette.

"Okay, thats all. Class dismissed."

Annette's face lit up from the back of the classroom. Had Byleth forgotten? As all the students in the class began to pack their things and get up, it looked as if all of her worrying-

"Sylvain and Annette, please come see me."

What did she expect.

Wait, Sylvain? Annette thought to herself. Was it possible that she was not the only one about to face her dreaded punishment? Sylvain was a bit of a scoundrel in his own right, maybe he was scheduled for the same reckoning as herself. Her spirits rose back up at the thought.

Annette looked for Sylvain in the class, but couldn't find him as students funneled out the door, blocking her view. As she struggled to spot the red haired student, she turned her head to the side, and jumped when she saw a pair of blue eyes staring at her.

"M-Mercie?!" she yelped. Joining her on the bench unexpectedly was Mercedes, carrying her usual sweet smile.

"Are you still wanting to go through with this Annette?"

Annette thought to herself for a brief second. She knew what it was like to be spanked, and it now seemed she wasn't even going to go through it alone. She was suddenly much less afraid of the punishment coming her way.

"Yeah, I'm good," she answered with a narrow smile.

Mercedes returned a bright grin. "Okay! I'll be in my room if you want to visit," she directed, then patted Annette's shoulder. "Good luck!"

Mercedes then got up and exited the classroom along with the remainder of the students. Annette watched her friend leave, then turned her head back to the class. As the last of the students cleared out, she finally spotted Sylvain still at his desk at the front of the class. She unsubtly stared at him from across the room, watching as he slowly stood up from his bench and stretched out his muscular arms and back.

Annette's hypothesis began to unravel as Sylvain confidently strolled up to professor Byleth's desk, where she was waiting for him with a smile on her face. Her heart sunk as the two began talking casually. She couldn't hear them with all the noise flooding in from outside, but she could read the friendly mood on their lips. She saw it as Sylvain put one hand behind his head. As Byleth leaned with one arm on her desk. As Sylvain looked away briefly. As Byleth flicked her hand down at him. As Sylvain looked back and raised his voice to tell a joke. As Byleth returned with her own. As they shared a laugh.

Annette's face drooped at the sight. Not only was her assumed company a ruse, she was reminded of the bad relationship she had with her professor. She started to become jealous of the sight she was beholding.

Annette wished she had the same friendship her classmates all seemed to have with their professor. While they all got to share laughs and conversations with Byleth, Annette only knew scolding and punishments from her. It absolutely struck her heart to see what she was missing out on.

As she was enveloped in jealousy however, she took her eyes off the source, and didn't even notice Sylvain walking up to her desk-side.

"Hey Annette. Staying after again eh? Well aren't you a little teachers pet," he teased lightheartedly.

Annette put on a fake smile for him, unhappy that she couldn't give a real one. "Yeah, you know how it is."

"So are you doing private lessons or something? Because I was just here to-"

"Ahem," Byleth interrupted, walking right up to his side. "Sylvain I believe I sent you on your way back there."

"Oh, is it something important then? Something secret?"

"Something that has nothing to do with you."

"Sheesh, alright I'll leave you to it," Sylvain smirked to Byleth as he walked out the door.

"Bye Sylvain," she affectionately bid him farewell.

"See ya professor! See ya Annette," he called out, waving as to them as Byleth began to close the door of the class room. She kept a smile on her face until the last beam of sunlight disappeared, still chuckling from her conversation with Sylvain. Then as she closed the metal lock on the door, her smile vanished. She sighed as she turned around, not even looking at the only other person in the room with her.

"Annette, Annette, Annette," she repeated as she paced back to the front of the room. "What am I going to do with you."

Annette tried to work up the courage to say something. "Let me go with a warning?" she joked, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Even though she could see only her professor's back as she walked towards her desk, Annette could tell Byleth was unamused.

"You know I really like you Annette," Byleth started as she made her way around her desk. "I really do. And because I like you so much, I am willing to do things that I don't like, to make you into a better student here. Because I don't like seeing you act like such an undisciplined delinquent all the time.

"Now on paper, you're doing exceptionally, and perhaps I don't recognize you enough for that. If I didn't care about you, I would just look at your grades and leave you alone. But since I do care, I know that there's more to this academy than just grades. And that is where you are in dire need of correction."

Annette slumped at her desk as she listened to Byleth lecture her.

"I'm very sorry, professor Byleth. I promise I will try to be a better student for you," she said somberly.

From her desk, Byleth stared Annette down from across the room.

"Oh I know you'll try. Everyone does..." Byleth said as she pulled out a long, silver cane from behind her desk, "...after they know what this feels like."

Annette gasped as she laid eyes on the cane. Already, she was in for much more than she had been the night before. Her heart started beating rapidly as she realized she was minutes away from an unknown punishment.

She gasped again as Byleth snapped the cane in her hand. Byleth then motioned "come here" with her index finger whilst eyeing down Annette with a stern look. The orange haired girl slowly stood up and walked timidly over to her teacher's desk. Byleth moved out from behind her desk and to one of tables in the front row of the class. When Annette got close enough, Byleth pointed with the cane to a spot in front of the table.

"Stand right here," she ordered.

Annette gulped at the command. "Yes ma'am," she complied. Once she was standing in the spot she understood why it had been picked. It was right behind one of the columns in the room. Out of view of the windows.

Byleth moved to Annette's side and snapped the point of her cane down onto the desk in front of her. "Put your hands and elbows on the desk."

At the sound of her voice, Annette started to slowly look up at her professor, but Byleth snapped the cane down again, frightening her into complying. Annette bent over and placed her forearms down as ordered, sticking her butt out, and she quickly realized how exposed her position was. Her vulnerability was amplified when Byleth began to lift up the dress portion of her uniform, just like Mercedes had done, and she blushed heavily as her underwear were unveiled to her teacher. Once Annette was fully in position, Byleth stepped back and prepared her cane.

"How old are you Annette?" she asked.

"Seventeen."

"Seventeen. That's a good number," Byleth remarked. She whipped the cane up, and Annette flinched as she heard the sound of it slice through the air.

"I'm going to give you seventeen strokes. I want you to count them all out."

"Yes ma'am."

Byleth slowly brought her cane to Annette's bottom, and the girl winced as she felt the touch of the cold silver through her panties. Byleth lightly tapped the cane against Annette's butt a few times, then finally lifted it up and swung it down swiftly.

"Ah!" Annette cried out as she received her first stroke. The pain she had just received was much worse than what she'd gotten the night before, and it was more sharp and stinging. After just one hit, a faint pink stripe emerged across Annette's ass.

"One," Annette managed through the pain. She now knew Byleth's punishment for her was going to be much more severe than Mercedes', and she was more scared of it than she had ever been.

Byleth didn't waste much time before continuing Annette's punishment. She lifted the cane up and brought it down in the exact same spot, and it contacted with a sharp thwack.

"Mm- two," Annette counted, trying to not cry out in pain a second time. The stripe on her bottom was already turning bright red.

Thwack

"...th-three."

Thwack

"...F- four."

Thwack

"Fi-...f-five."

Thwack

"...six."

Thwack

"Ah- s-s-seven."

Thwack

"Mm- eight."

Annette's ass was stinging badly from the strokes she had received, and the pain was starting to get to her. Combined with the embarrassment she felt from having to bend over and present her bottom to her teacher, and tears were beginning to enter Annette's eyes. She was getting close to being in the situation Mercedes' hoped she'd avoid - crying from her punishment.

The thought terrified her. She absolutely did not want to start crying in front of Byleth. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to not allow a single tear to fall out of them. It didn't help her conceal the pain in her shaking voice however.

Thwack

"N- nine."

Thwack

"T... t-t-ten."

The strokes briefly paused as Byleth did something that sent Annette into shock: she started pulling her underwear down. Annette's eyes shot open.

"Pr-pr-professor?!" she stammered out. "Wh-what are you- oh, please don't do that!" She then took one arm off the table and tried reaching back.

Byleth slapped Annette's hand away hard, causing her to yelp in pain once again.

"You earned this punishment Annette," she snapped, aggressiveness in her voice. She then forcefully pushed Annette back into her position with her elbows on the table. "Now you're going to take it, or we'll start the whole thing over like this, understand?" Byleth then finished pulling Annette's panties down all the way to her knees, exposing her bare bottom.

Annette was mortified as her teacher could see her naked butt, and most likely also her pussy. Despite the embarrassment however, she was now even more scared of resisting Byleth. She managed to squeak out "yes, m-ma'am."

"Good," asserted Byleth, "this is number eleven. Count." She then quickly gave Annette a stroke of the cane on her bare bottom.

Thwack

"Mmmh! E-eleven," Annette cried out. The cane stung even more on her skin, and was also more humiliating. She tried to close her legs as much as possible to prevent her professor from seeing her pussy, but she knew it was likely unavoidable.

Thwack

"T-t-t... twelve."

The tears were pooling up heavily in Annette's eyes. Some were now starting to leak out despite her best effort and her cheeks began to dampen. Byleth had moved away from stroking the same spot on her bare bottom and there were now multiple red stripes across her butt. One of which was almost at the top of her thighs, precariously close to Annette's private areas.

Thwack

"Thir... teen." Annette had to interrupt her words to swallow as she was getting dangerously close to breaking down and crying.

Thwack

"F-f-fourteen."

Annette's breathing was starting to get very heavy. From bracing herself for every stroke only to be caught off guard and gasping each time, she was now starting to hyperventilate.

Thwack

"Ah! F-fifteen."

Despite her best efforts, a tear finally escaped from Annette's eyes and dropped onto the table. She tried straining her entire face to prevent any more.

Thwack

"S- sixteen."

One more.

Thwack

"Seventeen!"

Annette squealed out the final number. Her eyes shot open, and the tears immediately started to dissipate from them. She had gotten through it. Annette started to let herself catch her breath, and her gasping mouth almost turned into a smile as her punishment was over. She kept staring down at the table, which Byleth set her cane down upon, and her tense muscles relaxed a bit.

"Stand up," the professor ordered. Annette quickly complied, and her dress fell down with gravity to cover her butt, which was still bare as her panties remained down at her knees. She turned her head to look at her professor, and, unable to conceal the joy she had upon making it through the caning without crying, faced her with a big smile.

Her smile vanished when she saw Byleth still sternly staring down her. Byleth grabbed Annette's arm and started pulling her.

"Come here, I'm not done with you," she said as she dragged Annette, who stumbled both from the surprise and from her legs being restrained by her underwear. Byleth lead her around to the other side of the desk, then sat down on the bench. She then yanked Annette down by her arm until the girl was laying across her lap, in the same position she had been in the night before. The entire time Annette was stammering out confused, worried gibberish, until she realized her punishment wasn't over.

Byleth once again lifted up the dress part of Annette's uniform and rested it on her back, exposing her already bare bottom. She pinned Annette down as she came to her senses.

"Professor?! I thought we were done." she whined, while over Byleth's knees.

"Be quiet."

Byleth then spanked Annette's bare bottom with her hand, causing her to again cry out in pain. Her ass was already covered in red stripes, and Byleth sought to add to the marks. With each hit Annette yelped, and the tears soon returned to her eyes. Due to the shock however, Annette was barely able to contain them at all. There she was, over her professors knees, panties down, getting a bare bottom spanking. The pain and humiliation were too much.

Annette burst out crying there on the bench, moving her hands up to cover her eyes as tears rushed out of them. Byleth didn't let up as she began sobbing however, and fully intended to carry out the punishment as promised.

Byleth slapped Annette's red, warm ass over and over, feeling her smooth skin which was now burning hot. With each hit her butt jiggled, and Byleth several times was able to see her student's pussy. She emphasized the area close to the top of Annette's thighs, knowing that those spots would hurt the most whenever the girl sat down after her punishment ended. She abstained from rubbing Annette's soft butt between slaps, as she didn't want to soothe her pain whatsoever. After reddening the crying girl's bottom with her hand for about a minute longer, Byleth decided that was how far she intended to go.

Byleth set her hand down on Annette's bright red, burning hot ass for a few seconds, then lifted up the girl's hips and pulled her panties back up around them. Once Annette's butt was covered again, Byleth patted her lightly and announced calmly "Okay. We're done."

Annette continued to sob as Byleth helped her get up from over her knees, letting her sit up on the bench. Her ass stung on contact with the seat however, and she chose to instead kneel on it, face in her hands, crying her eyes out. Byleth remained sitting on the bench with her, and before long tried to console her with an outstretched hand. She put her hand on Annette's shoulder, then tried lightly patting her head. "It's okay Annette," she spoke softly, "you're alright. I'm here."

Without looking, Annette brushed Byleth's arm away with her hand, then moved it back to covering her crying eyes. She was in pain and humiliated, did Byleth really expect her to seek comfort in the one who had just given her all that pain and humiliation?

As her palms became damp with her own tears however, she realized she really needed to be comforted right now. Her only options were either to run out of the class crying, letting the entire monastery know what had just happened... or go to her favorite teacher she'd ever had.

At that moment she realized she did have the relationship with Byleth she thought she was missing out on. Memories came flooding back of going out into town with her along with Ingrid and Mercedes, the absolutely perfect tea party her teacher had hosted for her that very week, and not to mention fighting on the battlefield alongside her professor, including times when they saved each other's lives. Those were all outside of class, but she spent most of her time outside of class anyways.

With all of these thoughts in her head, Annette saw no better person to seek comfort in at this moment. With her sobbing eyes still closed, she turned and wrapped her arms around her professor, which Byleth met by pulling the girl into a warm embrace. Annette buried her face into her teacher's shoulder, letting out all of her tears. Byleth, who was now straddling the bench, hugged Annette tightly, using one hand to pat her on the back gently, and she began to slowly rock the girl back and forth as if she were a newborn baby. All the while she spoke soft, caring words into Annette's ear.

"It's alright Annette, your professor's here. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Byleth held Annette in her arms unwaveringly until all her tears dried up, and even a little while afterwards as she waited for her student to be the one to break their embrace. Eventually Annette did, taking her head off of Byleth's shoulder and looking up at her professor, her eyes still recovering from the tears that had just flooded out of them.

"Are you alright Annette?" Byleth asked.

"Yeah, I- *sniff* -I think so."

"Good."

Byleth's tone of voice was nearly unrecognizable from the one she used before Annette's punishment, now speaking much more softly, caring, and gently. She helped Annette stand up off the bench and walked her over to the middle of the classroom, where she kept her close, with her hands on Annette's arms.

"Do you want to stay here until you calm down Annette?"

"Yeah, that... would be nice." Annette answered, her voice beginning to return to normal.

"Is there anything you need? Anything at all?"

"Uh..." Annette started as her mind became much more aware of the stinging pain on her bottom. She covered her butt with her hands and started rubbing it through her uniform. "...anything for the pain?"

Byleth cocked her head to the side, giving Annette a worried look. "I'm sorry, I don't. And even if I did, do you understand why I couldn't give it to you?"

Annette rubbed her ass some more as the purpose of the pain got through to her. "Yeah, I understand. I'm going to be a better student for you professor, I promise."

Byleth smiled down at her. "That's all I want.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Annette looked up at her professor's smile, and realized there was just one thing she wanted.

"Can I hug you again, professor Byleth?"

"Always."