A strip search is needed

She whimpers as you give her package a small squeeze, rolling her balls and running your fingers and palm over the lace that strains against her smaller cock. Then, pressing the fingers of one hand against the plug in her ass, you grip her chin with the other and raise her face up to meet your eyes.

“I’m afraid I think I found something Joe. Are you going to be a good girl and let me see it?”

Her lips part and you slip your thumb into her mouth. She suckles at it hungrily. “Are you going to be Teacher’s good girl? If you are, Teacher will give you a reward.”

“MMmmmghyes Sir!” She says desperately. “Anything you want Sir!” Her voice is trembling, almost frantic with need.

“Good girl.” You whisper and then roughly spin her and bend her over your desk. She arches her back, pressing back against you as you bring your hands down and grip her hips. You give her ass a small swat as she gyrates her hips. “Stay still!”

She freezes and you take your time lifting her skirt and peeling down the white lace panties you find beneath. Soft, pale ass cheeks are revealed to your hungry gaze, the crack between them shining wetly with lube as you see the flared green base of the plug you felt earlier. Beneath it her balls are hairless and pulled tight in at the base of her smaller, but still sizeable cock, the hard shaft bouncing free of the lace as you push it down her thighs.