Spencer kept her eyes on the ground, but it was clear that she was pouting a bit. She wasn't used to being reprimanded like this and she didn't know how to respond. She knew that, academically, Professor Carrow was right. Chewing her bottom lip, she chose not to respond, knowing that her silence was an admission of concession in itself.
"W-what?" She attempted to ignore how hot and dirty Carrow looked with her knickers. They had been one of Spencer's favorite pairs of thongs. She had a matching bra for it, what was she going to do with it now? Merlin forbid she wore unmatched undergarments. Spencer was a very meticulous girl, even down to her knickers. Even if no one really saw them. "They- they're not some trophy, they were part of a set! They cost thirty pounds!"
Spencer paused and bit her lip at her slip-up in telling that she had used muggle money, in a muggle store. Something told her that wasn't something allowed in this new regime.
"N-no..." Spencer blushed, knowing it was true. While she hadn't been quite the...slut, that Carrow describes, she had to pause and think about it. When she had sex before it was soft and passionate, but Spencer had always been eager in bed, though tame. Though sometimes she had wished things would be a bit...harder.
Thankful on the sudden break from the tension in the room, Spencer tried to focus on the schoolwork. "I thought...since most of these books are about some type of powerplay, students could read the assigned book and write on which side seemed to hold the real power, the...dominant or submissive, or what position they thought would be the most...appealing."