"P-please." Spencer begged, her self-preservation kicking in. "I-I'll be a good girl. Just don't spank me, I can still feel last times..."
Spencer blushed in shame and hung her head as Carrow's words struck her where it hurt. Her objectiveness and academics."N-no I...I'm sorry." She mumbled. "You can trust me with academics.I'm good at research. I promise."
It took a lot for Spencer not to squirm as she could feel the dark witch's gaze roam over her. Feeling her skirt lift up, Spencer let out a small yelp but, unlike last time, she didn't protest beyond that. She whimpered as her damp sex was free to the cool air of the room.
Spencer shuddered as she felt Carrow's fingers move across her very wet, very private area. Spencer wasn't a virgin, she had been with a couple of girls, but she was still a rather modest girl, despite her lingerie affinity. She was extremely embarrassed by it all. Still, she had to grip the edge of the desk as she took a sharp breath when Professor Carrow's finger ghosted over her clit.
As the two fingers entered her so suddenly, Spencer yelped out in surprise, but the yelp sounded more akin to a groan than any other noise. She pinched her eyes shut and gripped the desk tightly. "S-stop...What-what are you doing..." she half moaned, half pleaded.