You are roused from your deep sleep by the all too familiar feeling of a hand as it roughly squeezes your rump. Your face is buried in a pillow, and you simply enjoy the sensation. That is... until the squeezing is replaced with an open-palmed slap. In an instant, your peaceful half-sleep is torn from you. You let out a yelp, reflexively pulling the covers up and around yourself, your left ass-cheek no doubt bright red. At the side of the bed stands Kors, a fellow cadet.