All Chapters of Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Iva’s P.O.V.We’re sitting side by side in the business-class seat of the plane, returning to New York at night. My head rests against Will’s shoulder as I stare at the faint glow of the city lights far below.My mind drifts back over the last two days, the entire Boston trip feels like a blur of sensations. The club visit, the intense punishment session, the freedom of the bike ride with my arms around his waist, our laughter while shopping, and the way his eyes lit up in the sex toy store.And then there was our changing room sex. God, the changing room in the fashion boutique, where I went to try on some dresses, and Will joins me in. I can still feel his hands on me, pinning me against the mirror, my breath fogging the glass as he raised my dress and slid my panties aside. His palm clamped over my mouth, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “You’re such a dirty Professor, who likes to be fucked like this sneakily around people.”It’s been hours since he said it, but the

Will’s P.O.V.The fourth beer can hits the floor with a dull clink, joining the others scattered around my room. The smell of alcohol stays heavy in the air. My head leans back against the headboard of the bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling but seeing only one thing, Iva. God! Her stupid plan.I run a hand over my face, dragging it down slowly. How am I supposed to survive this, Professor? She thinks keeping us apart will make me concentrate on studies, but I don’t think so. It’ll make me go crazier for her. And how is she planning to live without me? She’s as addicted to falling asleep in my arms as I am to holding her.And me? I’m already losing my mind. The bed feels so cold, the whole room feels empty, like she took all the warmth with her. My entire room is untidy. My life, my room, is a mess without Iva.The phone beeps, pulling me back to earth. I grab it from the table and look at the screen.It’s a text from Iva. I open it, sighing. Iva: Love you, Will. I’m sleeping wea

Will’s P.O.V.The moment we step into the gallery, I feel her nails dig into my arm. She’s holding me so tight and her body is trembling though she tries to look composed. I smirk. No one here knows what’s happening beneath that innocent little dress of hers. Only I do.That’s what makes this punishment perfect.I lower my head, close to her ear, whispering so no one else can hear, “Keep your posture, Professor. Eyes forward. Don’t let them know what’s happening.”She swallows hard and nods, her lips parting slightly as if she’s holding back a moan. God, the way her chest rises and falls. Her every breath is shaky. Beautiful.I watch her carefully as we move past a cluster of people studying a canvas. Her lips twitch like she wants to bite down on them but remembers my order. She forces a smile instead. Clever girl. I love the way she obeys me, no matter what. “That’s it.” I pretend to point out a painting. “Smile for them. Pretend you’re fascinated by the art while you’re being fu

Iva’s P.O.V. A Week LaterThe past days have flown by in a blur of lectures, grading papers, and late-night calls with Will. We’ve both been so busy that it feels like forever since I’ve actually seen him, really seen him, up close, in person.And today, finally, I will.After the last lecture, I put my things into my handbag, my heart racing with excitement at finally getting to meet him. He texted me that he passed his retest with an excellent score. I couldn’t be happier for him, and I’ve planned a little surprise for tonight.Just as I stand up from my chair, the peon walks into the classroom.“Miss Iva, the Dean is calling you,” he informs. I just nod in response, and he leaves.Why is the Dean calling me? I wonder, making my way toward the office. He never calls me like this. My pulse quickens. I don’t know why I start feeling like something is serious. Relax, Iva. You’re overthinking. He’ll be just calling you for some routine paperwork or a new academic committee, I tell my

Will’s P.O.V. I reach college, looking for Iva, and jump out of the car. As I scan the parking lot, her sobs ring in my head constantly and my heart aches. God, please take all of her pain and give it to me. Make me suffer instead of her.And then I spot Iva.She’s in her car, parked in the far corner of the lot. She’s just… sitting. Her hands limp on the steering wheel, her head leaning back against the seat, eyes blank, and she is drowned in despair.Fuck.My heart shatters at the sight. I’ve never seen her so still and hopeless. For a second, my eyes become moist with tears. I want to collapse, scream, tear the whole world down for doing this to her. But no, I can’t. She needs me right now. I need to be strong for her. And I’ll. After composing myself, I rush to her car. As I knock gently on the window, my chest aches with every second she doesn’t respond.She is so lost in her pain.“Iva.” As I knock harder, calling out to her, her lashes finally flutter, and she turns her fac