Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

I gasped, heat flooding my body. “Focus,” he ordered, voice rough. Another smack. Then another. Each one sent sparks through me. The thrill of knowing someone could knock on the door at any moment made everything more intense. My heart raced. My panties were already soaked. “Alex…” I whimpered. “Professor,” he corrected, spanking me again, harder this time. “Say it.” “Professor,” I moaned, grinding against him. He flipped me onto my back on the couch in one smooth motion. In seconds, my skirt was pushed up and my panties were pulled to the side. He dropped to his knees between my legs, eyes dark with hunger.

“Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!” Sarek smirked faintly and dialed. “Hello? Is this the motel? Send the largest sausage you have…” I finally started to relax. That was until he decided to hang up in the next second. “Forget it. Anything from outside won’t be clean enough.” The careful façade of a considerate professor shattered, revealing the raw, Alpha aggression beneath. Step by step, he cornered me against the edge of the desk. Leaning in, his warm breath brushed my ear.

I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing. I take my underwear down, step out of them, and I’m completely naked in my professor’s studio. “Sit on the stool in the stage.” I climb the two steps, the wooden stool pressing under me. The spotlight is bright, exposing. I cross my arms over my breasts, dying of shame. “Drop your arms.” “Mateo…” “Professor Sandoval.” His tone is sharp. “In this studio, you call me Professor. And you follow instructions. Arms down.”

JAXON “I didn’t think you would come see me again,” Professor Storm’s voice was a hoarse slur. She was a wreck, a shadow of her old self. Slumped against the stonewall with silver-coated chains binding her wrists and ankles, she looked drained. “I have questions,” I said, drawing out a chair. She scoffed weakly. “And what makes you so sure that I have the answers that you want?” She’d better not test me. I was certainly not in a good mood, and if she pissed me off, I was more than ready to maim her.

“Face down. It’s time your sweet little ass got the spanking it deserves.” I could feel his erection as I settled across his lap. He made no attempt to hide how much this aroused him. “Hold still. I don’t want you flailing all over the place. Do you understand?” His tone was even, though his hands stroked my ass in calming circles. My pulse hammered with nerves. I couldn’t believe I was really here, about to be spanked by Professor Wilde. The absurdity of it made me flush. I was clearly insane—if not for letting him spank me, then definitely for consulting a fake oracle in my head.

"Imagine if they were full. If all your classmates could see what a desperate little slut you are for your professor's cock." "Marcus," she whimpered, and I brought my palm down hard on her ass cheek. The crack echoed through the empty lecture hall. "That's Professor Bennett to you," I corrected, soothing the red mark with my palm before spanking her again on the other side. "In this classroom, you show respect." "Yes, Professor Bennett," she gasped. "I'm sorry, Professor Bennett." "Good girl." I unzipped my pants, freeing my aching cock. I was so hard it hurt, precum already leaking from the tip. I dragged the head through her wetness, coating myself, and she pushed back, trying to take me

“Take your Professor’s cock like the filthy sassy girl you are. All that attitude and your pussy is creaming all over me.” He pulled out suddenly, flipped me over, and bent me over the desk. He spanked my ass hard, the sharp sting making me cry out, before driving back into me from behind even deeper. “Fuck….yes…harder!” I whimpered, pushing back against him. “You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, fisting my hair and yanking my head back. “Getting fucked senseless by the professor you love to challenge. This tight little cunt was made for my dick.”

She whispered, her tone hard. She wasn't wrong. This was the second time I arrived late class and it was unlike me. “I know I am. What do you think I should–" I trialed off. “Shhh he’s looking at us. We'll talk after class.” After the class, I turned to Eden. "What should I do. I mean I'm so scared and I've never even spoken to this professor before. I heard he's strict.”

“Open that pretty mouth, Professor.” I obey instantly, lips parted. Then, while he thrusts into my mouth, he spanks my pussy and breasts with the spatula. Each smack sends electric shocks of pleasure and pain through me. “If you drop your legs again. I’ll tie you up with the vibrator inside you and leave you like that for hours. Do you want that, Professor?” The deadly warning only turns me on more. I moan around him, and before I can stop it, I cum, just from the spanking. My entire body shakes as waves crash through me.