Evilangel
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The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windowpanes, casting long, warm bars of light across the quiet room where she stood, her posture deliberately maintained. A faint, floral scent, something sweet and youthful, clung to the air around her, a stark contrast to the stern atmosphere of enforced stillness. The thin, crisp fabric of her pleated skirt whispered agat her thighs with the slightest, almost imperceptible shift of her weight, a sensation that was both a reminder of her position and a tantalizing friction. Her hands, resting behind her back, felt the cool, smooth wood of the desk press agat her knuckles, a grounding point of contact in the swelling warmth of the room. She could feel the steady, heavy beat of her own heart, a rhythm that seemed to echo in the silence, pulsing low in her belly with a mixture of apprehension and a strange, burgeoning thrill. A single drop of perspiration traced a slow, deliberate path from her temple, down the delicate line of her jaw, and onto the starched white collar of her blouse, leaving a tiny, dark circle of dampness. The silence was not empty but full, thick with the unspoken tension of being observed, of knowing that this solitary discipline was a performance for an unseen audience. Every breath she drew felt amplified, the intake of air causing her chest to rise and fall in a movement that seemed impossibly loud and profoundly intimate. This private ordeal was weaving a complex tapestry of sensation, where the sting of correction blurred exquisitely with a deep, unexpected current of awakening pleasure.
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