Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

Academic opportunities could not. “When do we leave?” “One hour. Station.” I packed fast and reached the station with coffee in one hand and my laptop bag on my shoulder. Professor Reed was already there. Dark wool coat, pale shirt, wind-touched hair, leather briefcase. He looked less like an external reviewer and more like a university brochure designed to ruin people’s judgment. His eyes paused on my coffee. “Morning.” “Good morning, Professor Reed.” “We’re off campus today. Daniel is fine.” I pretended not to hear him and looked for my ticket.

" You really are the professor Timothy, aren't you?" He rolled his eyes and said " What like you really didn't know, you're no different from the other girl students of your class. They want me to fuck them and they please me to pass their semester." I had never been so angry in my life before and I slapped him trying to hold back my tears. He huffed out a laugh and nibbles his tongue into his cheek. I pushed myself up and tried to run. "Shit" he mumbled, "you really didn't know?"

I answered, then added, "Probably went to Dr. Kott's garage to spank Anne...or get spanked." My words made Rachel laugh and then she said, "I think he's in bad shape in one class and really needed to get to work. But we did talk more about the professor." "Tell me," I demanded. "He has been with Anna. He didn't want to admit it but I pestered him until he broke down," she said. "Been with? You mean sex or doing the bondage and spanking stuff?" I asked.

"Let me be! Stop trying to touch me. It's never the professor who has to suffer. It's the female student. Me!" I'm the one who has to go testify before a disciplinary panel. They'll most likely find me guilty and expel me. Then, the entire school will call me the slut who slept with her professor. And accuse me of exchanging my body for good grades. Back home... in Spain, my mom, oh, I can already imagine her disappointment. She still brags everyday about how her daughter will the the first college-educated person and first lawyer in the family. In Urueña, our little village, even.

Jackson stepped behind her and yanked the thong to the side roughly. “Goddamn. That’s a pretty pink cunt. Already dripping down your thighs like a bitch for Daddy.” He shoved two thick fingers inside her without wasting another second. Emma moaned loud, pushing back on his hand. He finger-fucked her hard and fast, making wet squelching noises that filled the office. “You’re so fucking tight. Been thinking about professor cock all semester, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Professor.” He slapped her ass hard. The crack echoed. Then he did it again and again until both cheeks were burning red.

What I saw made my cock harden instantly. Professor Jonathan Hale, respected, married, always so composed, had one of his students bent over his desk. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, blouse open, breasts pressed against the wood. He was behind her, pants around his ankles, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. Her moans were desperate, muffled against her arm. “Fuck, Professor… harder,” she whimpered. He spanked her ass hard, the sound sharp. “Take it, Evelyn. Take your professor’s cock like the dirty little student you are.”

Bend over my knee. Feeling so many different things and emotions at once, she bent over his knee. He pulled up her skirt and started to spank her on the bum. When Janet didn't respond, he spanked her harder. "Oww." She cried. "Was it supposed to hurt this much?" "That's what happens when you don't do as you're told." Professor Lance said. "Sir, you're hurting me." Janet whined. "Please stop. I promise I'll not lie or flunk your course again. I promise."

He flipped my skirt up slowly, exposing my ass and the wet spot on my panties. "Look at you," he said, his voice rough with want. "Already soaked just from talking to me. What a needy little thing you are." His hand came down in a firm smack on my right cheek. Not too hard, but enough to sting and make me moan. Then another on the left. I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him without thinking. "You like that?" he asked, rubbing the spots he spanked. "Yes, Professor. Please... more." He spanked me again, a little harder this time. The sound of his hand on my ass filled the room. Each slap made my pussy clench and leak more. I was moaning softly now, biting my lip to stay quiet.

Cole lecture, by the way, I keep thinking of several magical ways I could skip time to when Cole would finally walk through those doors and stand on that very podium. I swear, he makes teaching look like foreplay, cos while he’s standing there in his posh suit, all I think of are those lips of his wrapped around my nipples or those hands of his tracing every curve of my body. And right here in the class, I would wet my panties again with the fear of it marking a portion of my skirt. Oh, what good times. “Have a nice day, students,” the professor finally says after the break alarm. Everyone springs to their feet. Unlike Cole’s lectures when I linger for the hall to empty out, I’m actually the

He fucked me mercilessly against the desk — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans echo through the empty lecture hall. “Such a perfect campus whore,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Cumming in front of everyone like that. You loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, Professor,” I sobbed, pushing back to take him deeper. “I loved it.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough, forcing another orgasm out of me. I squirted again, soaking his trousers and the floor as I came with a broken scream. Professor Crowe groaned and flooded me with thick ropes of cum, grinding deep as he marked me one final time.