Melissa's turn

John's palm stung pleasantly as he withdrew from Lauren's trembling backside, watching her fingers claw at the desk's edge. "Melissa," he said, voice roughened by the sight of Lauren's wet thighs glistening under the office lights. "Your turn."

Melissa's lips parted on a shuddering exhale. Without breaking eye contact, she rose—slow, deliberate—letting her pleated skirt ride up her thighs as she turned toward her own desk. The fabric caught momentarily on the curve of her ass before she peeled it up fully, baring herself completely. Unlike Lauren's pinked skin, Melissa's pale cheeks were still untouched, but the arousal slicking her inner thighs proved she'd been anticipating this.

"Count properly," John warned as he stepped behind her. His erection strained against his slacks, the tip catching against Melissa's damp folds as she arched back into him. The contact drew a broken moan from them both—John's fingers flexing against her hip, Melissa's back bowing as she pressed herself harder against him.

The first spank landed with a crack. Melissa's gasp morphed into a throaty "One, Principal Lee!" as she rocked backward, dragging her soaked cleft along his length. John's next strike came faster—his palm connecting just as she thrust her hips, the impact sending vibrations through his cock where it strained against fabric and her swollen lips.

"T-two!" Melissa stammered, her thighs trembling. She braced herself on forearms stretched across the desk, her ass tilted higher—an invitation John accepted with the third smack, his fingers spreading to graze her dripping entrance as he pulled away. Melissa moaned "Three!", her hips circling shamelessly now, grinding John's erection with every movement.

The fourth spank landed with enough **** to make Melissa's entire body jerk forward—just as John's cock finally sprang free from his pants with an audible snap of elastic. Hot flesh met wet flesh as Melissa arched back instinctively, her slick folds pressing flush against his bare erection in one fluid motion.

John froze mid-swing, his palm hovering over Melissa's reddening ass as she deliberately rocked her hips—dragging his exposed length through her dripping heat with a moan that vibrated through both their bodies. "F-four, Principal Lee," she gasped, though the count sounded more like a prayer than penitence now.

Lauren whimpered from her sprawled position across the adjacent desk, her fingers scrabbling at the wood grain as she watched John's cock glisten with Melissa's arousal. "It's not fair," she breathed, her own thighs squeezing together around nothing. "She's—oh god—she's taking you first—"

Melissa's answering smirk dissolved into a cry as John's next spank landed—his fingers splaying wide to smack both cheeks simultaneously while his cockhead caught against her clit. The double sensation made her knees buckle, her torso collapsing across the desk as she wailed "Five!" into the polished oak.