Spencer was completely in her own mind as she recovered and composed herself after her orgasm. She didn't register, as she usually did, Professor Carrow's eyes on her. She was still coming to terms with the fact that she - Spencer Fawcett, Ravenclaw bookworm and nerd - had just been thoroughly shagged face down on a desk in a classroom. By a teacher!
Shifting in her seat and flinching at the older woman's sudden question, Spencer looked for the book that she had been reading. Not seeing it on the desk anymore, Spencer looked to the ground and saw it and a couple books had fallen in the heat of the shagging that had just gone on. Bending over, Spencer picked them up and tried her best to match Carrow's cool, collected demeanor as she began to read again with her new assignment sent before her.
Blushing at the fact that Carrow was still giving her an opportunity to choose the curriculum, Spencer's pride swelled again and she realized that the dark professor knew exactly how to get her.
Trying her best to remain composed as she read the book, she didn't try to protest that none of these scenes were something that "stirred her passions". Mostly because she was still somehow eager to impress and also because she knew that her heated pleading to Carrow that had just happened was evidence enough against that.
After a while, Spencer came to a scene that made her acutely aware of the fact that her thighs and sex were still soaked with her arousal. Picking up the quill, she took a deep breath and paused for just a moment before beginning to write.
The scene was one where a woman had another tied to her bed and blindfolded. The other woman was making the tied girl beg to be taken and many other things. The woman in control was very vocal in what she thought about the restrained girl. The feminist in Spencer found the words degrading, to say the least. But a much more vocal part of Spencer's body that Carrow had seemed to stir responded to it heavily.
She tried to keep her writings as professional as possible, focusing on the power play and verbal aspects without getting too risque. Standing slowly once she had finished, Spencer moved to Professor Carrow's desk and looked at the professor who had just...ravaged her, and placed the parchment in front of her. Not able to fully control her body, she dipped her head in a pseudo-bow before practically running out of the room.