In the Professor's Office

Professor Silvia Saige snaps the pen down on her desk and stares at Emma Hix like she wants to eat her alive. “Up. Over here.” Emma’s smirk dies fast. Her pleated skirt rises when she bends across the edge of the desk, heels just touching the floor, ass pushed up and open. The lace hem of her panties slides between the cheeks, a thin white strip against creamy skin. Silvia lays the first slap across both cheeks. Sharp. Solid. Emma jerks. The second lands harder, the sting blooming hot pink in the shape of a hand. Another lands low, where thigh meets ass, leaving heat spreading down her legs. Emma’s breath turns quick and shallow. Silvia works methodically, alternating sides, watching each new print darken. She lifts the skirt higher, bunching the fabric at Emma’s waist so she can see everything. The lace panties slide lower with every strike, then fall. Emma’s bare cunt gleams, lips parted and slick. Another slap lands right across the wetness and Emma moans outright. Silvia spreads her open with two fingers, drags her thumb through the mess, then delivers five brisk, stinging swats directly to her swollen folds. Emma pushes back into each one, hips rolling like she wants more. Silvia leans close, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Count them out. And you’ll stay after class until that attitude’s gone.”