Romans & histoires Spanked By Professor

I say. “Okay Professor.”She moans out loudly yet again.. “Now hold still and take your punishment. You've been a naughty naughty girl"I say. I went to work on her brown booty, spanking her for a good minute and a half, the crack of the belt seems to turn her on she was wiggling her ass toward me, rather than,away from me.

I moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Yes, Professor! Fuck your student whore! Show them how you use me!” He railed me mercilessly for the rest of the lecture period, spanking my ass red while discussing themes of surrender. When the bell rang, he flooded my pussy with a massive load and pulled out, letting cum drip down my thighs. “Class dismissed,” he said casually. “Miss Bennett, stay after for… extra instruction.” As the students filed out, five of the most dominant ones lingered behind. Professor Lang smiled at them. “Gentlemen, she’s yours until your next class. Make sure she learns her lessons well.”

After several minutes, he pulled me out from under the desk and bent me over it, flipping my short skirt up and ripping my panties aside. “Time for the real extra credit,” he growled. He slammed into my soaked pussy in one powerful thrust, burying every inch. I moaned loudly as he stretched me wide. Professor Blackwood started fucking me hard and deep, the desk shaking with every brutal stroke. “Such a tight, slutty student cunt,” he snarled, one hand wrapping around my throat while the other slapped my ass. “Failing on purpose just so you could get fucked by your professor, weren’t you?”

Nick tilts his head slightly, like he’s considering the insult instead of reacting to it. “I like to take my time with things,” he replies casually, stretching his legs out under the desk. “Sometimes it’s good to make decisions,” Mr. Madden says steadily. “You can always change your mind. So tell me.” His voice is calm, but the tension underneath it is sharp enough to cut. Nick stares at him. Mr. Madden tilts his head slightly in return. It looks like a warning. And suddenly the resemblance is impossible to ignore. In that moment he doesn’t look like a professor anymore—he looks like exactly what he is.

Professor Kane was behind me, pounding me so hard the heavy wooden desk scraped across the floor with every brutal thrust. “Fuck… you’re such a dirty little slut,” he growled, his voice low and mean. One hand went straight for my hair, yanking my head back while the other slapped my ass hard and railed me dirty. “Can’t even go a day without this dick, can you?” “No,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “I need your cock. Harder, Professor. Please—”

“I want you to jerk off for me. Right here, nice and slow. Show me exactly how badly you want that grade.” I froze, my face heated up. This can’t be real. But my body was already responding—my cock thickening at the sheer dominance in his voice. I unbuttoned my jeans with shaky fingers and shoved them down along with my boxers, letting them pool at my ankles. My half-hard cock sprang free as I sat down, legs spread, completely exposed from the waist down in front of my professor. “Nice,” He murmured, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. He leaned back against his desk and palmed himself through his slacks, watching me. “Now wrap your hand around your dick and stroke nice and slow. Let me see

I could tell she wasn't done with the propaganda, but I didn't expect her to go extreme like she did in the next few minutes. Like an antelope on its heels, the professor skidded to a halt in front of the class, with a sweat covered forehead. His regulated breathing helped him to calm down faster. “ Hello, everyone, how many of you have seen the photos of two of our professors at the gala?” he finished in a breath. Everyone's hands raised in response. “ Great! So, what is the first thought that came to your heads when you saw it?” The girl from earlier pointed at Lisa, who frowned in response. “ She spoke of divorce, but I thought they were just so cute to see.”

Tyrelle retorded. "Babe, let me handle this." Al placed a hand on my shoulder that I immediately removed with a slap. He pointed a finger at Tyrelle and screamed, "GET LOST!" "THAT IS IT!" Our professor stopped writing on the board. He turned around and slammed his book on the desk and turned to glare at the three of us. "Never, in my entire career as a professor have I seen students who misbehaves and disrupts the class in a way that the three of you are doing!”

All the books were on the floor. God! It wasn't a nightmare or an imagination. Prof. Stephan was really in too last night, and he has rearranged my guts and fucked me till I was too boneless to move my body and too tired to keep my eyes open. Shame wrapped itself around my neck and squeezed like a vine till it physically hurt. I couldn't believe I allowed it again. I couldn't believe I allowed my step-uncle and professor to fuck me like a common and filthy whore on his first night in the house.

It was a relief when he got to his second class before everyone else. He takes his usual seat at the front, patiently waiting for the class to commence. In no time students flocked their way in, and so did the teacher. Reece had bent his head over his desk, relaxing before the beginning of class, but like a dream, he heard it. The voice that he will never forget. He snaps out of his thoughts, raising his head to face the front. There the devil stood. “Hi everyone, I am Professor Ayan Turker. I am the newly transferred teacher. I will be taking you in history.”