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catch his skin in the zipper, she engulfed him with her lips.
    Farrin knew Lyle watched surreptitiously from the doorway and knew it made the whole scene more intense. She lavished Van’s cock with attention, grinning when she tasted his first drops of pre-cum. It was then Van drew her up by her shoulders in front of him, his hands encasing her breasts. Her torn shirt still hung from her shoulders as he lowered his lips, kissing first the tops of them and finally lifting them from the cups of cloth to suckle her. She ground her hips against him and used her hand to hold his head to her breast, urging him to suck harder.
    Van’s mouth sucked her nipple, and his hands roamed her buttocks and hips. “You’re not wearing panties, Miss Farrin. That in itself is an infraction.” His fingers traced around front, and he cupped her crotch through the material. “You’re hot to my touch, Miss Librarian.”
    “Make me hotter, Principle Van,” she replied, keeping in character. He glanced to the doorway and back, lowering to his knees before her. Van’s fingers lifted the material of her skirt up and over her hips, leaving her exposed to him. When she thought he’d tongue her clit, he paused and left a trail of kisses and licks along her thighs where her stockings ended. That was when they heard noise from the doorway.
    “Who’s there,” Van asked, taking one long lick of her moist pussy lips before he stood up. “Who’s there spying on us?”
    Lyle appeared in the doorway, one hand rubbing his erection through his pants, the other carrying a book.
    “Student Lyle, you’ve been spying on us.”
    “I came to return a book,” he stuttered, dropping the book on a chair beside the door.
    “But you stayed to watch us,” Van prompted.
    “Yes, I did, and I liked it. I’ve watched you fuck her before.” There was a hit of defiance in his voice, and Farrin waited to see how this would unfold.
    “You need to be punished, young man. Come here and stand before me.” Lyle took his time walking across the space. Farrin wanted to cover her breasts and tug down her skirt but didn’t. Just the idea of Lyle walking in and seeing her half exposed got her hot. She knew he’d been watching, but it didn’t matter. It still made her horny to think what he saw.
    “Over the desk, Mr. Lyle. You need to be taught a lesson.” Farrin looked on as Lyle dropped his hands to the desktop, leaving his legs shoulder-width apart. Van walked to the desk and picked up the ruler. His pants rode on his hips, his hard cock still exposed and erect. He gave Lyle’s butt several smacks with the ruler while she watched. Even though this was his fantasy, Lyle’s cheeks still reddened with embarrassment. “Is that enough to make you stop watching us?”
    “Not with her tits,” Lyle answered. Van gave him several more smacks to his butt then backed off.
    “If you want to touch her tits, drop your pants.”
    “What?” Farrin asked, stepping out of character.
    “The boy wants to fondle your beautiful tits. I can’t blame him. But if he wants to touch you, he has to let me spank him, bare assed.” The gauntlet was tossed. Lyle glanced up at Farrin and smiled. He wasted no time toeing off his sneakers, dropping his jeans, and kicking them aside. Then he tugged off his T-shirt without prompting. His cock was full, already drops of cum glinted at his tip. She licked her lips but glanced at Van.
    “Miss Farrin, will you come here?” She moved to the front of the desk. Van moved her by the waist until she stood at the center, her butt riding the edge. Her shirt still hung from her shoulders, her breasts were bare of the corset covering, and her skirt was still bunched at her waist. “Now, Lyle, you may fondle her breasts while I spank you.”
    Immediately, Lyle’s hands encased her breasts, squeezing them. His head dropped, and he alternated sucking her nipples. With each spank of Van’s hand on his butt, Lyle sucked harder.
    “Is that enough to