Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

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.

“This tight little pussy is gripping me like a vice. So fucking hot and wet. Made for my cock.” He didn’t ease me into it. He started pounding me immediately in deep, hard, punishing strokes that slammed the heavy desk against the wall with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against my clit filled the office, mixed with my broken moans and his low grunts. “Take it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy whore who spread her legs in my lecture,” He snarled, spanking my cunt again while still buried inside me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Teasing your professor until he dragged you in here and ruined you.”

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

I tried to mask up my nervousness by picking up my plate to take it back to the counter. "Do you know Mr. Carter is the most handsome professor in this whole college." Leah started as we made our way out. She moved closer to me. "He's hot." The way she said it made hot shivers down my spine. I forced out a smile. "I don't think so." "Your eyes are bad. Just the way he speaks is enough to turn you on. Damn! I won't mind breaking the rules." "Rules?" I asked my brows shooting up. "No paying lecturers to pass you on any course or having any relationship with them so they could pass you on their course. Expulsion immediately." The rate at which my heart was thumping grew two fold.

“Please fuck me. I need it. I need you inside me so bad. I want your cock to ruin me. I want to feel you splitting me open and pounding me until I can’t walk. I want you to make me scream your name like I don’t care who hears. Please don’t make me wait. I’ve been dripping for you all semester.” He snapped. I saw it happen. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up like I weighed nothing. He slammed me onto the desk face-down, bent over, my ass in the air, legs wide open. My pussy was soaked. His fingers slipped when he spread me. Then he spanked me. “Count.” “One!” I screamed. He spanked again, harder. “Two—fuck—Professor, please, I need it—” “Look at this big, fat fucking ass,” he growled

“Swollen, red, and leaking all over my desk. Perfect.” He slammed back in from behind in one powerful thrust, making me scream in pleasure. The new angle hit even deeper, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every stroke. His hand came down in a sharp spank on my ass. “This is what happens to failing students who tease their professor. They get bent over and fucked raw until they learn their lesson.” Another spank. Harder. “Say it,” he demanded, pounding into me relentlessly. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to now.”

"It's just..." "You've been nothing but a naughty girl since you arrived. I guess I have to teach you a lot of lessons. Punish you for lying and for teasing me." He stepped in closer, his grip still tight around my hair. I could feel my scalp sting. Was he being serious or was this some sort of test because either ways, my pussy was getting soaked. And it was making me confused. "Professor..." I muttered but felt a huge spank on my butt that I didn't know I was going to enjoy. I moaned. "Professor!"

“You should learn to ask and confirm.” My words earned me what I wanted. A hard spank on my ass. “Professor!” I fake cried, the word ending in a moan. “Watch your mouth.” He warned me, spanking the left ass cheek so it had equal attention. “Was this what you wanted? For me to spank you? You could’ve just asked like the slut you are proving to be.”

My nipple tightens to the point where it hurt. I swallow. “No. You do not. You are just my professor remember?” In front of my eyes, my nerdy professor shimmers out. He takes a step back and his face was red. He remembered I was his student. I wish he had said he wanted more. That he wanted to spread me in his kitchen island, and spank me till my bottom was red and i am shaking with want, for being a brat. “Thank you for your help when I passed out last night. And I am sorry for all of my inconveniences. If you'll give me your shirt, I can dry clean..”