A shiver ran down Spencer's spine as she felt the older woman's lips brush lightly against her ear. If she hadn't been so sensitive to the woman's body, she might not have even noticed it. But oh, did she notice it. Clenching her jaw to keep her from saying anything else, Spencer kept her mouth in check. "Yes ma'am." she drawled.
"That's the point of policies." Spencer said, her mouth again on autopilot as she tried to defend her honor from the professor. Gasping as her professor grabbed her roughly and held her in place. She immediately felt the cool air on her backside from her flipped skirt. If she could get any redder than she already was, she would have. She shifted as much as she could while still being held down, embarrassed that her knickers - a cute light blue pair with pink lace trim (she was a sucker for cute undergarments - were out on display.
As the spanking resumed on her bare skin this time, Spencer flinched at the smacks, it still stinging as she hissed in a breath at the dull throb she felt on her backside (and not at all from the dull throb that was going on between her legs).
Spencer kept her eyes trained on the Muggle Studies professors desk, her view right in front of her was of the open binders of her papers. She tried to focus on that, currently a paper on popular muggle music, and not on the growing damp patch in her knickers.