Detention ends

Melissa stretched her legs out under the desk with an exaggerated groan, her skirt hiking up dangerously high. "Principal Lee," she whined, rubbing her thighs, "my legs are cramping so bad from sitting still."

Next to her, Lauren immediately mirrored the motion, spreading her knees wider until the hem of her skirt barely covered her damp panties. "Mine too," she added breathlessly, biting her lip as she kneaded her own toned thighs. "Maybe you could...help us work out the tension?"

John kept his eyes fixed on the detention paperwork, though his grip on the pen tightened. "I'm sure you'll survive," he said evenly.

Lauren whimpered and arched her back, letting one hand trail higher up her thigh. "But it hurts," she insisted, her fingers brushing the lace edge of her underwear. "Right here—"

Melissa moaned softly in agreement, spreading her legs obscenely wide until the wet spot on her panties glistened in the morning light. "Please, Principal Lee? Just a quick massage?"

John's jaw clenched as he finally looked up, taking in their flushed faces and parted lips. "Detention isn't meant to be comfortable," he **** out, his voice rougher than intended. "Another word and I'll add an extra hour."

Lauren's lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout that would've looked comical if not for the way her fingers kept creeping higher up her thigh—slow, deliberate strokes that stopped just shy of indecent. Melissa mirrored her, exhaling dramatically as she shifted in her chair, her skirt riding up another inch with every squirm. John kept his eyes trained on the stack of disciplinary forms, but the sharp intake of breath when Lauren's fingertip traced the lace trim of her panties betrayed him.

Melissa's knee bounced faster now, the repetitive motion making her pleated skirt flutter like the wings of a trapped bird. When she caught John glancing, she let her legs fall open just enough to reveal the damp fabric clinging to her—a silent challenge.

At 11:47, Lauren dropped her pencil with a clatter that reverberated through the office. As she bent to retrieve it, her blouse gaped open, offering John a glimpse of rose-colored nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric. Melissa chose that moment to stretch her arms overhead with a moan that was all throat, her back arching until her skirt hem brushed the tops of her thighs.

John's knuckles whitened around his pen. Thirteen minutes. Just thirteen more minutes.

The clock finally struck twelve. John didn't look up from his paperwork as the girls gathered their things.

"Same time tomorrow, Principal Lee?" Melissa's voice was syrup-sweet, her skirt still riding high enough to showcase the lace trim of her ruined panties as she leaned over his desk. Lauren mirrored her, one finger tracing idle circles on the oak surface—circles that stopped just short of his wrist.

"Yes, you'll both be back tomorrow," John said, his voice tighter than intended as he shuffled papers with unnecessary ****. "Now if you’ll excuse me—I have administrative matters to attend to."

Melissa's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she turned to leave. "Looking forward to it, Principal Lee," she purred, dragging her fingertips across the edge of his desk.