*LESBIAN SEX*

Anya lay sprawled across the cool sheets, her chest rising and falling too fast, the lace bra cutting across her ribs. Her skin still burned from Mrs. Harding’s handprints, her ass tingling where the spanks had landed.

She should have been mortified. She should have been pulling her clothes back on, fleeing down the stairs, never daring to look Mrs. Harding in the eye again. But instead, she was trembling with anticipation, thighs slick and restless, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat.

Mrs. Harding stood over her, arms folded, gaze sharp as glass.

“Spread,” she ordered.

Anya’s eyes went wide. “Wh-what—”

“You heard me. Legs....