Helen's up for it.

You hold the paddle, your face registering the surprise you feel. Helen giggles softly, looking at you with an expression that blends shyness and wanton excitement.

"You're always getting me into trouble Marcia," she giggles, lifting her dress up and bending over your desk beside her friend. "But if we're going to do this, we should do it right." She reaches back and rolls her panties down, wriggling her ass and legs until they fall around her ankles.

"And I'm supposed to be the slutty one," Marcia laughs sardonically, rolling her own panties down. The two women share another giggle and look back at you, their faces flushed and expectant, their plump asses raised and wiggling slowly and invitingly. "We're ready to be punished Dean Hawkfeather."

"Ever so ready," Helen purrs, biting her lip, her eyes smoking with promise.

"Ladies...." you begin to protest, but Marcia cuts you off.

"We're not ladies, we're bratty, naughty schoolgirls. And we've come to take our punishment. Do your duty Dean."

"Yes...do it," Helen murmurs, her breathing deepening.