Lahat ng Kabanata ng Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Will’s P.O.V. When I see Iva standing in the classroom again after all these years, I feel an immense sense of satisfaction. I’ve been working on this for months. The idea to build this room came to me when I was missing our old moments.Seeing her here makes me realise it’s the best idea I’ve ever had. Seeing my professor again, right where I first saw her… it refreshes everything and turns me on in a completely different way.And here, it’s not just about us. Other couples can also fulfil their fantasies and role-play as teacher and student.“So that’s why you asked me to dress up like a professor. God, Will, this surprise is beyond my imagination. This is the best.” She smiles widely at me, and I can see her eyes shining with joy.Whenever I see Iva happy like this, and when I’m the reason, it satisfies my soul deep inside. Because filling my professor’s life with happiness is the only motive of my life, I can do anything for it. Her happiness brings me immense peace.I rise from

Will’s P.O.V.God, fucking her in this classroom gives me a different kind of pleasure. I’m loving every single bit of it.I order her to lie face down on the table, and she obeys instantly. As she rolls onto her stomach, her breasts, still clamped, press against the cool wood. I love that she doesn’t question me. She knows that tonight, she isn't just my wife, she is my bitch.I pull out the leather straps from the drawer. I’m going to put her in a hogtie, a position that leaves her utterly helpless and perfectly displayed for me. After pulling her wrists behind her back, I bind them together. Then, I bend her knees backward, bringing her ankles up to meet her hands. I loop the straps and secure her ankles and wrists together behind her back. But I’m not done. I take a thinner cord and carefully secure it to the base of the ponytail I just tied for her, looping the other end through the bindings at her wrists. Now, every time she tries to lower her legs or move her arms, the cord t

Will’s P.O.V.Two Days LaterI’m adjusting my cufflinks in front of the mirror, getting ready to head to the club, when I hear the bathroom door open.I glance up casually at first.Then I notice Iva’s face.She is standing there in one of my shirts, her hair slightly damp, her eyes… different. Not angry. Not tired. Just defeated.My chest tightens in worry instantly. I turn toward her. “What happened, baby?”She doesn’t answer right away. She just walks closer, folding her arms around herself like she’s trying to hold something in.Then she says it quietly. “I got my period.”For a second, something sinks inside my chest. A familiar disappointment. Another month. Another hope gone.We’ve been trying for a baby for so long.I feel sharp pain in my heart, but I don’t let it show. Because I know this hurts her more than it hurts me.She’s the one counting days. She’s the one watching her body, hoping every small change means something. She’s the one who feels time passing heavier than

Two Weeks LaterIva’s P.O.V.Something is wrong.I don’t know exactly when it started. Maybe a week ago. Maybe longer. But now it’s impossible to ignore.Will comes home late.Not just late.Too late.And he leaves before I even wake up.One day, Will was the protective husband who stayed home to rub my back, and the next, he started drifting away like a ship lost in a fogAt first, I thought it was just the club expansion. The new wing needed attention. Paperwork, renovations, events. I told myself I was overthinking.But Will has handled chaos before.And he never handled it without me.Now, when I ask, he won't look me in the eye.“I’m busy, Iva.”That’s it.Busy.The word feels like a wall being built between us, and I don’t know how to break it down. ***Three nights ago, I planned a surprise.I wore the dress he once said made me look dangerously irresistible. I lit candles in the bedroom. I even cooked his favourite dinner myself instead of asking the house staff.I waited.Ni

Will’s P.O.V.I walk through the front door at 1:00 AM. The guilt is killing me from within. These days, even surviving is difficult. I’m hurting my Professor every day, and I'm doing it deliberately. Tonight, I have to push her away again, even though all I want is to hold her in my arms and tell her how much my heart is crying.The meeting at the club was a blur. All I could think about was the sound of Iva’s elbow hitting the nightstand and the way she looked at me, like I was a monster she didn't recognise anymore.I walk into the bedroom. The bed is made too neatly. Her side was untouched. I check the guest room.Empty.Bathroom.Empty.Kitchen.Nothing.A cold wave moves through my chest.She’s gone.I stand in the middle of the bedroom, staring at nothing, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.I did this. Last night flashes in my head again. The way she climbed over me, desperate for answers. The way her voice trembled when she begged me to talk to her. And then the shove. She hi