Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

“Yep. And guess what? That means you’re about to be out of a job. My father doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and you’ve been a prime example.” Jenna’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’re nothing, Elara. Just a washed-up professor who couldn’t even keep her man. You should’ve known better than to stick around.” I felt the sting of their insults like physical blows, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. I glanced around, noticing that other students and faculty were beginning to gather, their curious eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. “Seriously?” I choked out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the humiliation. “This is how you want to do this?”

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

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.

He looks like he might bolt but I can feel his eyes burning into me. “A…Anna, you need to stop this right now!” he says while his voice is rough but it’s weak. I turn and bend over his desk arching my back so my ass is on full display under this short skirt. I glance over my shoulder catching him staring while his lust practically dripping from his eyes. “Come on, Professor, please spank me,” I purr softly, wiggling my hips a little. “I just want you to punish me, that’s all.” I bite my lips harder tasting the edge of desperation in my words.

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 retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.