Detention Dress-Code Distractions

Gal Ritchie stands at the chalkboard, skirt hiked high enough to count as a dare. She writes the same sentence again and again, the chalk scratching in a steady rhythm while her teacher watches. Valentina Nappi has seen this girl in detention before; every time the skirt gets shorter. Today Gal finally drops the chalk, pauses, then bends at the waist with deliberate slowness, the hem rising to bare everything. No panties. Just smooth skin and a clear invitation. Valentina’s breath catches. Punishment is required, but the usual lines won’t cut it. She steps forward, closes the blinds, and guides Gal onto her back across the desk. Valentina settles over her face, pressing down until the girl’s mouth is busy and her own thighs begin to tremble. When she’s had her fill, she straps on the thick harness she keeps locked in the bottom drawer, spreads Gal’s legs, and drives in with slow, deliberate thrusts that leave the desk creaking and Gal gasping for more.