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**RavenSaint** · January 22nd, 2022, 11:00 AM

Olivia couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of Professor Chestnut's hand pressing down on the small of her back. Though the raven haired beauty didn't try to move off the older man's lap as her posterior jiggles similar to jelly to his patting, even though so tightly covered by her denim shorts that it almost looks like booty shorts with her bent over his knee.

'you'll simply have to do without these.'

Not that Olivia had long to savour having them as, other than pitifully squeaking out "please don't Sir," the blue hat wearing twin did nothing to stop Django from lowering said shorts down to reveal a pair of icy blue panties that squeezes onto each ample buttock for the male to see. "Un-Un-Underst-st-stand S-Sir..." the red faced twin stuttered out an answer, fitting ever so perfectly across the Professor's lap...almost as if meant to be in such a position, no matter how frequently or not.

**Jac26qq308** · January 23rd, 2022, 10:27 AM

Professor Chestnut grinned; well, not only did she fit perfectly across his lap, but she seemed like a perfect fit for this role. Perfectly submissive, almost as if it was her nature, and had a nice bubble butt that stuck up in the air. It was almost a shame that he had told her he'd allow her to keep her panties, but he was sure the nervous girl would find some way to find his way across his lap.

But, he wanted to focus on the now. Django raised his heavy, rugged palm into the air high, making sure Olivia's twin got a good look at the sight before-

SMACK!

His hand was calloused, almost like leather. And it was the first of many smacks, but the Professor would begin to land smacks at a nice, slow pace. Each smack came slowly, but each smack was heavy and made sure to echo through the lab.

**RavenSaint** · February 6th, 2022, 05:31 PM

Could Olivia be such a perfect fit for Professor Chestnut? Well considering how perfectly she fits across the Pokemon Professor's lap, as if destined to be in such a place, with her bubbly bum looking ever so perfectly presented for the older man's eyes and hand - similar to that of a rather tantalising treat - no one could exactly blame Django for potentially thinking such a thing. Especially with how submissive the raven haired girl is completely being, almost as if second nature to the nervous curvy cutie, as Clara couldn't help but look away with a blush when she got a good view of how dominant the Professor looks at this moment.

SMACK!

Not that she could resist looking back as "youch!!" bounces out her sister's lips as the rough, callloused, hand of the man struck down upon the plumply soft buttocks that immediatly jiggled in response. The jiggling looking similar to jelly...some rather appetising jelly...do who could possibly blame the green haired male for getting into a pace of repeatedly smacking each buttock hard enough to echo across the room and electing yelps from the hopeful assistant? Especially when the yelps and eeps from Olivia is slowly starting to get nearer and nearer to a similar volume.