Anything for Discipline Part 2

Hannah slouches at the edge of the polished oak desk, skirt hitched to her hips, knees spread wide. The headmistress stands between those thighs, one manicured hand gripping the girl’s face. Brandi’s voice stays low, steady. ‘Eyes on me when I speak.’ Her thumb drags across Hannah’s bottom lip until the gloss smears. She leans in, breath hot against the teenager’s ear, and drags two fingers straight up the soaked cotton covering her cunt. ‘This is already dripping and I’ve barely touched you.’ Hannah’s breath catches. A sharp slap lands on her inner thigh. Heat blooms. The headmistress pushes the panties aside and sinks two fingers deep in one slow thrust, curling them. Wet clicks fill the quiet room. Brandi curls them again, slower, harder. Hannah’s hips rock forward without asking permission. She gets her other hand in the girl’s hair and holds her still. Three fingers now, filling her to the knuckle. Brandi watches every tremor. ‘Tighten around me,’ she orders. Hannah does. Her lips part on a broken sound. Brandi scissors her fingers open, stretching her, thumb slick against her clit with each plunge. ‘There it is,’ she murmurs. Hannah shakes, body clenching, nothing left in her head but the steady pace of those fingers and the firm grip keeping her exactly where she needs to stay.