In the Professor's Office

Silvia Saige locks the office door behind them. Emma Hix stands there with that same bored little smirk, blonde hair perfect, skirt riding way too high. Silvia doesn’t waste words. She grabs the girl, bends her over the desk, and the first slap cracks loud against tight skin. Emma gasps, but the noise turns into a laugh quick enough. “Is that all you got, Professor?” she teases. Silvia answers by yanking the skirt up and the panties down in one smooth move, leaving that small, perky ass bare. Every spank lands harder. Red handprints bloom fast. Emma starts to wiggle, breath catching, and the motion presses her hips against the edge of the desk. Silvia’s free hand slips between her thighs, finds her already slick, and two fingers slide in deep. The spanking pauses. Now it’s just the wet sound of those fingers working, knuckle-deep, thumb brushing that sensitive spot on every stroke. Emma’s knees go weak. Her small tits press flat against scattered papers while Silvia keeps fingering her, relentless and cocky, until the spoiled blonde is moaning like she’s the one running the class now.