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make you stop spying on us?”
    “No,” Lyle answered, a bit too quickly. Van moved behind the desk and opened a drawer. She felt Lyle pull a deep breath around her nipple. He continued to suck her but braced his hands on the desktop on either side of her hips.
    Van wasted no time, paddling Lyle’s butt with a wooden paddle until it was a cherry red. It was about sixteen inches long and maybe three wide. Its handle was shaped for easy hand positioning. It looked old and worn, used, she decided, and she began to wonder who else had been spanked with that same paddle.
    Tonight, her name would be imbedded on the list. Farrin felt the strength of the paddle each time it contacted with Lyle’s butt. Besides his mouth being locked to her breast, his whole body moved against her with each strike. She braced her weight to absorb his impact.
    Farrin watched Van’s face and body. He was obviously enjoying the scene, his lips fixed in a small smirk, his eyes intent on watching her. With their gazes fixed, she knew he saw her body shift each time the paddle struck Lyle. She knew he watched as Lyle sucked her tits. She knew his cock was rock hard, jutting upward, slick with his pre-cum. She licked her lips and glanced at his cock. Van winked at her and tugged his own length several times while he continued to paddle Lyle. Farrin decided he was enjoying the game but not abusing his power over Lyle.
    When he stopped, Van took Lyle by the shoulder and pushed him downward. On his knees, he started to lick her pussy. He did it differently than Van did, but it still made her hot and needy. She watched Van watch Lyle lick her, a silent communication not missed between them. She wanted Van to be licking her pussy, but he deliberately staged Lyle to do it first.
    “We have to teach the boy how to lick a pussy correctly before he leaves our tutelage, Miss Farrin.”
    “Of course, Principle. His education must be complete.”

    Chapter Nine
    Van understood this was a first for Farrin, and he knew what Lyle wanted. She held her character well, but watching her stand there, exposed and willing, made his cock surge. Better to get rid of his first load, then he could fuck her longer.
    “Mister Lyle, come here and suck my cock until I come.” He glanced at Farrin and saw her eyes widen. “I’ll still fuck you, Miss Librarian, after he takes my first load.”
    “Whatever you wish, Principle. You are in charge.”
    “Remember that, or your butt will be as cherry red as his.”
    “And who reddens your ass, Principle?” She goaded him on.
    “Finger your pussy and squeeze your tit while he sucks me.”
    She stayed where she was, propped against the edge of the desk, one hand tweaking her own nipples. The other she let rub against her clit. Farrin stroked herself and watched while Lyle sucked Van.
    “Fingers in your pussy,” Van said a second time, reaching to the table for the paddle. She complied, allowing her index finger to penetrate her folds. Van came quickly, with Lyle swallowing his load.
    “You’ve both been very naughty. You, Lyle, for watching us, and you, Miss Farrin, for fingering your pussy.”
    “But sir, you told me to.” She feigned shyness and he watched her hold back her smile at his next order.
    “Both of you turn and lean on the desk.”
    Farrin did as she was told, Lyle standing beside her and taking the position. Van’s spanking was more of a tease than a real spanking. Van knew from her flushed cheeks and neck she felt the rush of embarrassment, but he didn’t hurt her. She did glance over her shoulder to see her butt cheeks redden, their gazes meeting until she turned away.
    “Now, have you both learned your lesson?”
    “I’m not sure,” Lyle said, grinning from ear to ear.
    “Then we go further.” Van went back to the other side of the desk and pulled out two identical dildos. They were long and thick, made of a soft plastic. Van put one toy to Lyle’s lips, and he greedily sucked it. The second, he put