Class continues

Ms. Peach stepped back to examine her good work. Marissa still holding her perfect position, presenting her lovely golden skin now accented pink along with a rosey blush to the class.

Before dismissing the girl, Ms. Peach took Marissa's now matching pink thong and opened a drawer at the back of her desk. Neatly laying it down adding it her ever growing collection of disciplinary momentos.

Marissa after thanking Ms. Peach was then **** to make the humiliating walk to her desk. Other girls clapped and whistled, some reached out and tried to flip her skirt as she walked by.

"Nice Show!"

"Let's take a peek!"

Luke, with a full erection, enjoyed the up close event silently like his other male companions. He watched with lustful eyes as Marissa squirmed in her seat. The seductive thought of her burning rear end only a couple meters from him, what it would feel like, to lay his hands against that burning ass of hers, what it would be like to be the one having her over his lap. They were thoughts he wasn't supposed to be having, but have them Luke had none the less.