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Ashlyn loves diving headfirst into sexy roleplays, each one more playful and filthy than the last. Today she's transformed into the sweetest, naughtiest schoolgirl imaginable. She's wearing the tiniest pleated pink miniskirt that barely skims the tops of her thighs, so short that every little movement flashes the matching bubblegum-pink panties underneath. The white blouse is tied in a knot just under her perky breasts, leaving her toned midriff bare and making the fabric strain slightly over her nipples. A soft pink cardigan hangs loosely off her shoulders, more decoration than coverage. She slipped on strappy high heels that force her to arch her back and sway her hips with every step, and she slung a cute little backpack over one shoulder to complete the look. Her hair is in playful pigtails, tied with pink ribbons, and her lips shimmer with glossy pink gloss. She looks utterly innocent... and completely fuckable. She sauntered into the bedroom where her partner was already waiting, sitting behind a makeshift desk with a stern expression, glasses perched on his nose, sleeves rolled up like the strict math teacher he's supposed to be. Ashlyn bit her lower lip, shifting from foot to foot, letting the skirt ride up just enough to tease. "Mr. Thompson," she said in a breathy, little-girl voice, "I'm really sorry... I didn't do my homework again." He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, voice low and commanding. "That's the third time this week, Miss Ashlyn. You know what happens to girls who don't do their work." She pouted, twirling one pigtail around her finger. "Please don't be mad... I'll do anything to make it up to you." "Anything?" He stood slowly, towering over her. "Bend over the desk. Now." Ashlyn's heart raced as she obeyed, bending at the waist, palms flat on the wood, ass pushed out. The tiny skirt rode up instantly, exposing the pink cotton panties stretched tight over her round cheeks. She wiggled just a little, unable to help herself. He stepped behind her, one big hand smoothing over the curve of her ass like he was inspecting it. "These panties are far too childish for such a naughty girl," he murmured. His fingers hooked under the waistband and yanked them down to mid-thigh in one swift motion, leaving her bare and exposed. Cool air hit her pussy, already slick with anticipation. "Count them," he ordered. The first smack landed hard across her right cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Ashlyn gasped, then whimpered, "One..." Another on the left, harder. "Two..." He kept going, alternating sides, each spank making her skin bloom pink, then red. By the tenth her ass was glowing, thighs trembling, and she was rocking back against his hand without thinking, desperate for more. Between spanks he rubbed slow circles over the heated flesh, fingers dipping lower to brush her dripping folds. "Look at you," he growled, sliding two fingers inside her easily. "Soaking wet just from a spanking. What kind of student gets this turned on from punishment?" "The bad kind," she moaned, pushing back onto his hand. "The kind who needs... more." He pulled his fingers free, slick with her arousal, and brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean obediently, tasting herself while he undid his belt with his other hand. "Since you like being such a little slut in class," he said, freeing his thick cock, "you're going to take your real lesson now." He pressed the head against her entrance, teasing, then thrust in deep in one smooth stroke. Ashlyn cried out, back arching, heels lifting off the floor as he filled her completely. He gripped her hips, pounding into her with steady, punishing rhythm, the desk creaking under them. Her pigtails bounced, cardigan slipping off one shoulder, skirt bunched around her waist like a useless belt. Every thrust pushed her forward, made her breasts bounce against the wood through the thin blouse. He reached around, pinching her nipples hard through the fabric until she squealed. "Come for me, naughty girl," he commanded, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. "Show your teacher how sorry you really are." Ashlyn shattered almost instantly, walls clenching around him, thighs shaking, a high-pitched moan tearing from her throat. He didn't slow down, fucking her through the spasms until he followed, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low groan. When he finally pulled out, she stayed bent over the desk, panting, ass red, pussy dripping their combined release down her thighs. She looked back at him over her shoulder with a dazed, satisfied smile. "Does this mean... I get an A now, Mr. Thompson?" He smirked, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from her face. "Not yet. Detention starts again tomorrow."