Spanking

The chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor with a sound like a gunshot as John stood abruptly. Lauren's breath hitched—her arched back suddenly rigid, her fingers curling against the desk edge. Melissa's gasp was barely audible over the pounding of John's pulse in his ears.

He approached Lauren with deliberate slowness, his polished loafers clicking against the floorboards in a rhythm that matched her shallow breaths. When he stopped mere inches from her upturned hips, the heat radiating from her bare skin warmed the front of his slacks. "Enough," he said.

Lauren's shoulders tensed. "Principal Lee, I—"

"You've been asking for this all morning," John interrupted, rolling up his sleeves with methodical precision. The crisp cotton folded back to reveal forearms still faintly tan from summer—forearms that now flexed as he placed one broad palm against the small of Lauren's back. Her answering whimper sent a bolt of electricity straight to his cock.

Melissa's chair creaked as she leaned forward, her parted lips glistening. "Are you really going to—"

John didn't let her finish. His palm pressed firmer against Lauren's lower back, pinning her in place as she gasped. "You've been begging for this since you walked in here," he said, voice low enough that the words vibrated through Lauren's spine. "So yes. You're getting exactly what you've been asking for."

Lauren's breath hitched—half protest, half anticipation—as John's free hand grasped the hem of her micro dress and yanked it up past her waist. The sudden exposure of her bare ass to the office air made her shiver, her skin pebbling under his gaze. Melissa made a choked sound, her fingers digging into her own thighs as she watched.

The first smack landed with a sharp crack that echoed off the oak-paneled walls. Lauren jerked forward with a startled cry, her fingers scrambling against the desk for purchase as pink bloomed across her left cheek.

"Count," John ordered, his palm already rising again. Lauren's breath hitched—her thighs tensing instinctively—but she managed a shaky "Two, Principal Lee!" just as his hand connected with her other cheek. The sharp smack drew another gasp from her lips, her fingers curling against the desk edge as twin pink handprints bloomed across her ass.

The fourth smack landed higher—just where Lauren's thigh met the curve of her ass—and her breathless "Four, Principal Lee!" dissolved into a whimper. John's palm tingled from the impact, the heat radiating off Lauren's reddening skin making his cock twitch against his slacks. He caught the exact moment her arousal overrode the sting; her thighs trembled not from pain but from the wetness now glistening between them, her hips pushing back unconsciously against his next strike.

Melissa's choked gasp from beside them barely registered as John brought his hand down again—harder this time, his fingers splayed to cover more of Lauren's quivering flesh. The slap echoed, and Lauren's back arched violently, her fingers scrabbling against the desk as a broken "Five!" spilled from her lips. Her thighs clenched together, then spread wider—an instinctive, contradictory motion that exposed her slick folds completely.

John paused, his palm hovering over the heated skin. Lauren's ass was a perfect shade of pink now, the marks of his fingers visible. Her breath came in ragged pants, her shoulders trembling as she pressed her forehead against the desk. "Please," she whispered, the word barely audible—but the way she rocked her hips backward was unmistakable.

The sixth smack landed diagonally across both cheeks, the **** making Lauren's entire body jerk forward. Her cry of "Six!" morphed into a moan halfway through, her back arching until her ass was tilted obscenely upward. The scent of her arousal thickened the air—musky and sweet—and John's next strike landed almost gently by comparison, his fingers brushing the soaked heat between her thighs as he pulled away.

Lauren's thighs trembled violently. "Seven," she gasped, her voice cracking. Her fingers clawed at the desk, her hips grinding helplessly against nothing as another wave of wetness painted her inner thighs. John's next smack landed precisely where her ass met thigh—the spot that made her entire body convulse—and her scream of "Eight!" dissolved into a wordless cry as her legs gave out.