Swapping Students

Becky slipped into the empty classroom way too early, leather skirt barely covering her ass. She froze when she saw Mr. Wilson instead of Mr. Jones. "Where the fuck is he?" she snapped. Mr. Wilson shut the door behind him. "Jones is next door. With Sara. We swapped. You two need fixing and we're done with the bullshit." He sat on the desk, eyes locked on her. "I'm spanking your bare ass until you learn respect." Becky laughed, called him a pervert, turned for the door. He didn't move. "Walk out and Jones calls your parents. Tells them everything. You'll be expelled by lunch." Her hand stopped on the knob. She came back slow, bent over the desk, yanked her thong down. He brought his palm down hard. Each slap cracked through the room, her skin burning red. She bit her lip, thighs shaking. The pain twisted into something else. Wetness slicked her inner thighs. When he slid two fingers between her legs she didn't stop him. He stood, unzipped, and drove into her from behind. She gripped the desk edge, pushing back, taking every thrust while the sting on her ass still throbbed.