Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

“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.

It was hotter than fire. "Yes, Mr. Carter." He spanked my ass once more making a low gasp to leave my lips. "I am not Mr. Carter, neither am I your stepfather. I am your Daddy. Your Daddy, your professor." "Yes, Daddy." I felt his cock teased my ass. "Repeat what I said." I nodded my head grinding my hips over his cock. "You're my Daddy, My professor." "Good. Now tell me what you want?" He requested spurning me around to face him. My chest rises and falls with strong desire. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy."

“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..”

My whole body shook violently. Professor Kane groaned softly and kept thrusting through my orgasm. “I’m not pulling out tonight. I’m going to fill you up right here.” He suddenly pulled out, flipped me over, and bent me across the desk. My breasts pressed against the cold wood where he usually set his laptop. He slammed back into me from behind, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Tell me who owns this pussy,” he demanded, spanking my ass sharply. “You do, Sir! My professor owns my pussy!”

“Count the spanks and thank your professor when I’m done. The first landed firmly, a crack that jolted me. “One. Thank you, professor.' The heat bloomed all over my body as the second hit harder. “Two. Thank you, professor.” By five, my ass stung, my skin was hot and my cock trapped against the bed leaking pre-cum. He varied from light pats mixed with sharp slaps to his hand lingering to squeeze after. “Six. Thank you, Professor.” My voice broke on eight, tears pricking from the intensity, not pain. At ten, he stopped, rubbing the red skin soothing me. “So beautiful. You’re marked by my hand but no more tonight.”