Todos os capítulos de Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Iva’s P.O.V.It has been a week since we lost our baby.Seven days… yet it feels like years.Every day I wake up feeling like a part of me is missing. Like someone hollowed out my chest and left nothing behind except guilt and pain.I try not to cry in front of Will anymore. I know he is already carrying too much. But the truth is… I don’t even recognise myself anymore. The woman I used to be feels like a stranger.Sometimes I try to smile. I try to act normally. I try to talk to him the way I used to.But the moment I do… the guilt returns. How can I smile when my child is gone? How can I laugh when the life growing inside me is no longer there?It feels wrong. Like I’m betraying my baby. So instead, I stay quiet.At midnight, I wake up suddenly and notice Will isn’t lying beside me. Where could he go at this time?For a moment panic spreads through me. I sit up and look around the room.“Will…?” I call him, but get no response.I slide out of the bed and check the washroom first. It

Will’s P.O.V.I had been waiting for this day.Seeing her walk back into the college this morning felt like watching the sun rise after weeks of darkness. After the nightmare we've lived through, seeing her try to reclaim her life felt like a small victory.When I dropped her off, I tried to keep my voice normal, my smile easy, but inside I was holding my breath.I wanted so badly to see my professor again. The confident woman who walks into a classroom and owns it.But I also know the truth. Her loss is huge. Bigger than anything either of us has ever faced. Healing from something like that doesn’t happen overnight, no matter how much we want it to.Still… seeing her step out of the car with her bag hanging on her shoulder gave me hope.So I return to work today too. The first real meeting I’ve attended in weeks. The marketing team was talking about numbers, contracts, and investments, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.With her.Every few seconds, my eyes drifted to my phone k

Iva’s P.O.V.The dominance in Will's tone sends a different kind of shiver down my spine. I feel the spark of my submissive side flickering back to life, a part of me I thought the tragedy had killed.I love this side of him. It’s the only thing that lets me truly forget the pain."Will..." I try to thrust my hips against him, but he holds me in a tight grip."Did you hear me?" He leans forward and brushes his lips against my ear. "I’m in control of your body right now.""Yes." I moan as he gives a sudden thrust."Yes, what?" He spanks my butt hard with one hand while the other grabs my hair, pulling my head back."Yes, Master.""Good girl."He begins to thrust again in a slow rhythm. He hits the perfect spot over and over, pushing me right to the edge and then slowing down just as I’m about to break. He is torturing me in the most beautiful way. The grief that was a heavy stone in my chest is being replaced by a desperate need."Please," I gasp, my head falling back against his shoul

Will’s P.O.V.It’s been a few days since the car session. A few days of pretending things are better.A few days of watching her trying to live normally, even though the panic attacks are tearing her apart from the inside.She smiles. She talks. She even laughs sometimes.But I see through it.I see the way her hands start trembling when certain topics come up. The way she gets lost in her world in the middle of a conversation. And at night… It’s worse.She wakes up gasping, clutching at me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her above water.It kills me to watch her like that. I want to help her.But I don’t know how.I’ve tried holding her, distracting her by controlling her, punishing her, anything that might pull her mind away from those dark spirals. Sometimes it works for a while.But the panic always finds its way back.Tonight, after dinner, I finally bring it up.“Iva,” I say carefully, sitting beside her on the sofa. “Maybe we should talk to a doctor.”She

Will’s P.O.V.Every nerve in my body is screaming. The restriction of the leather, the cold wood of the cross against my back, and the stinging heat of the crop, it’s a sensory overload I never intended to experience from this side. The feeling of helplessness is driving me toward pure insanity. I am a man who commands thousands, a man whose word is law, yet here I am, splayed and shivering under the gaze of the woman I usually break.But despite the fire in my veins and the blow to my ego, I don’t regret it. Not for a single second. When every instinct in me is screaming to break free, to take control, to remind her exactly who I am. But I don’t.Because when I look at her… I see something I haven’t seen in days. Life. Her eyes aren’t distant anymore. They aren’t empty. They aren’t haunted. They’re burning. Focused. Alive.And if I have to walk through this particular hell to keep her from drowning in her grief, I’ll do it gladly. I love her more than my power. I love her more than