She needs them to remove their pants

"This isn't working. Pants down, now."

Both girls turn and simultaneously yell, "WHAT?!"

Vice Dean Whitaker's expression is like ice. Her eyebrow is arched, her jaw is set, and her eyes glare with ferocity. She pounds the paddle against her hand and taps one stiletto impatiently. All the blood leaves Leigh's face. This woman has her totally cowed. Without another word, and without standing up straight, she reaches for her jean button and zipper, opening them and pushing her pants down to her knees. She sets herself on her elbows again, heart pounding.

Avery stares at her, eyes wide, and follows suit. She reaches over and takes Leigh's hand, and both squeeze their eyes shut.

WHAP goes the paddle again, and Leigh screams as the pain radiates out from her ass. Avery screams shortly after, and squeezes Leigh's hand. Leigh looks over, and notices that Avery's mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are fluttering. Departing from habit, Whitaker smacks Avery's ass again, and the sound she makes sounds more like a moan than a scream. Leigh squints in confusion. Is she turned on?

Whitaker returns to Leigh and lays into her. The paddle's blow burns, and her knees almost buckle. She waits for Whitaker to paddle one of them again, but nothing happens for several seconds. Then the girls hear a quiet chuckle.

The paddle pats Leigh's ass gently. "Your panties are soaked, young lady," Whitaker says. Avery looks over, quizzical. "Of course," Whitaker continues, patting Avery, "you look rather turned on yourself."

Leigh blanches. Whitaker was indeed talking about her panties. Reflexively, she reaches down and touches her crotch. She shudders at the stimulation, and her fingers come away wet. Avery continues looking at her, biting her lip and no longer hiding her arousal.

"Would you ladies like me to continue?"

"N--" "YES!" Avery interrupts Leigh, squeezing her hand and smiling devilishly. "Yes please, Vice Dean. We deserve to be punished."

"Very well," Whitaker says. "But I want nothing in the way. Panties down."

As excited as Avery is, Leigh didn't expect her to hesitate. But Avery is still on her elbows on the desk, looking at Leigh. Leigh glances over and suddenly remembers: Avery isn't wearing panties. Her pussy has been exposed since they lowered their pants. That sudden knowledge has Leigh dripping even more. Avery nods encouragement, and Leigh reaches back and pulls her panties down, exposing herself to the dean.

Whitaker rubs Leigh's ass with her hand, and Leigh gasps as her soreness is exacerbated. Seconds later, the paddle connects, and she shrieks again. This time, though, she's aware of all of the effects of the blow. Yes, it hurts, but it also makes her pussy throb. Her face is red with arousal and embarrassment. Avery takes the next blow, and Leigh notices she's grabbing one of her tits through her shirt as she's spanked.

Leigh feels a trickle of her wetness running down her thigh. She had no idea she would be so turned on by being beaten. Avery, clearly, has felt this before. Getting spanked with this sexy girl beside her is making the experience that much better. She almost can't wait for the next strike. When the paddle lands, she lets out a moan, unabashedly following it with "YES!" Whitaker alternates, and Leigh finds herself wondering how bruised their asses are going to be.

After a minute, Whitaker stops.