LOGINPAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1: Classroom Punishment Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone’s gone. Iva I’ve always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper… every single day. *** “Professor, you know I don’t repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I’ll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?” Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk. *** She was never supposed to want him. He was never supposed to touch her. Behind closed doors, the woman who controls the classroom becomes the one who surrenders. The student who obeys the rules becomes the one who makes them. But love is far more dangerous than desire. If they are discovered, she will lose her career. If they walk away, they will lose each other.
View MoreWill’s P.O.V.I enter the classroom, a room we’ve frequented once or twice a month for the last six years. Even after all this time, I’m still considering building a replica of this space in our home. It’s special to us. It’s a living memory of our initial days, the place where I first taught her the beauty of obedience.I find her exactly where she belongs. My Professor is standing at the chalkboard and writing, ‘Routine Discipline’ on the board. Even in this setting, her Professor mode is always on. It’s as if she were born for the role, an academic elite who only knows how to surrender her intellect to me. She turns around, and the sight of her drives me crazy. She is dressed exactly as I instructed for this room. Beneath her tight white shirt, her nipples are clamped, the metal peaks straining against the fabric with no bra to shield them. A chain attached to clamps is connecting to her special collar, the one reserved only for these sessions. She’s wearing an impossibly short s
Will’s P.O.V.Six Years LaterI wake up with her in my arms. My wife. The mother of my child.She’s still asleep, her face relaxed against my chest, her hair spread across the pillow. For a moment, I don’t move. I just watch her. Even after all these years, she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.My eyes shift to the nightstand, to the photo frame that has become a part of my morning ritual.It’s the first picture of us as a family.Iva is lying on the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, cradling a tiny, swaddled bundle. And I’m there… kissing her forehead, looking like the luckiest man alive.Because I was. Because I still am.I remember that moment like it happened yesterday. Holding Ivy for the first time. She was so small, so fragile that I was paralysed by the thought that my hands built for power and control, might hurt her. They had actually trembled.Despite all the parenting classes, all the preparation nothing truly prepares you for the moment of holding a lif
Iva’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI still find it hard to believe that I’m five months pregnant. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night and press my hand to my stomach just to make sure the heartbeat is still there, that our miracle really did survive against all odds. It feels like a beautiful dream that I never want to wake up from.I’m sitting on the couch in the nursery, my hand resting on my growing baby bump. Will stands behind me, gently massaging my shoulders. His touch is so comforting like always. I melt into him, closing my eyes for a moment.We have waited so long for this peace.My gaze drifts around the nursery with a smile on my face. We’ve decorated it together, every little detail filled with love. It is exactly how I envisioned it. Every book is alphabetised on the white shelves. Tiny fairy lights are draped along one corner. A white crib sits near the window, decorated with cushions and a small hanging mobile with stars and clouds.There’s a rug beneath my fe
Will’s P.O.V.She falls asleep in my arms on the sofa. I always leave her exhausted… and now she needs extra care, rest, and love.God… I still can’t believe she’s pregnant. I’m going to become a father in seven months.With a smile, I place my hand on her stomach. I can’t wait to hold the mini version of my Professor.I really want to share this good news with my friends. They’ve been worried about us too.So I text them to ask them to meet at the club tonight.After a few minutes, I feel movement in my arms as she wakes up.“What are you doing on your phone?” she asks sleepily.“Nothing, my love.” I place my phone on the side table and pull her closer, hugging her tightly as I press a kiss to her forehead.“I’m hungry, baby,” she says in that soft, baby-like voice of hers.No one would believe she’s about to become a mother.“What do you want to eat, ma’am? Today, I’m going to cook for you,” I ask, threading my fingers through her hair as I look into her blue eyes.“Mac and cheese,”
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