Spanked By Professor の小説・ストーリー

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.”

Derek said in a singsong voice and she flipped him off. "Well," Kirsty waved her hand around excitedly, "I was explaining how my sister-" "Well, no shit." Jason cut her short, his lips pulled down into a frown and his brows furrowed. "The professor is here." If a single statement was able to send her heart racing faster than possible then that comment did the trick. Maya could feel her palms getting sweaty, her chest tightened as if someone was squeezing it hard enough to make her breath shallow.

I remind her. She swallows, and then nods. "I'm sorry, Professor… I—I couldn't help it. I was thinking about your big cock and got so wet. Please don't punish me, please." I spank her ass first, turning her over as much as the ties allow. She moans. My hand keeps coming down sharp on each cheek until they're red and hot, each slap making her yelp, her pussy dripping onto the sheets. "Touching your glistening pink pussy in my class” I grunt, spanking her ass again. Harder this time. She cries out.

“You’re gonna wear my cum inside you all weekend, Professor. Every time you stand up to lecture, you’ll feel it leaking down your thighs. You’ll get hard in front of the whole class knowing your student owns this hole.” “Yes—God—yes, Sir!” he sobbed, pushing back to meet every savage thrust. “Own me. Use me. I’m yours.” I spanked his ass red, leaving handprints that would show under his slacks for days. Then I pulled out, spun him around, and shoved him onto his back on the desk. Papers flew everywhere. I hooked his legs over my shoulders and slammed back in, folding him in half. Face-to-face now, I could see every filthy expression — his eyes glassy, mouth open, tongue lolling.

“Love being my filthy fucktoy in the middle of class.” I nod against his palm, eyes rolling back. He pulls out suddenly, flips me over, face down on the podium. Enters me from behind, one hand pulling my hair like reins, the other spanking my ass hard—sharp, stinging slaps that echo. Each spank makes me clench around him. My ass is burning red. I’m sobbing into the wood. “Come,” he orders. “Come on your professor’s cock like the desperate slut you are.” I shatter. The orgasm rips through me so hard I squirt—hot liquid gushing down my thighs, soaking his pants, puddling on the floor. I bite my own arm to stay quiet.

she went over and stood in front of him with her hands folded. “You’ve been rude and I have to punish you. 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 Catherine 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 Greg said. “Sir, you’re hurting me,” Catherine whined. “Please stop. I promise I’ll not lie or flunk your class again. I promise.”

Chapter 2: I Spend the Entire Class Aching for My Professor’s Cock While He Teases Me Mercilessly My heart slams against my ribs so hard I’m sure the whole class can hear it. Professor Kane stands at the front of the room like he owns it — the same man who spent last night wrecking my pussy, filling me with cum, and calling me his good girl while I screamed. Now he’s my substitute professor, and I’m just another student in a short uniform skirt with soaked panties.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

And he groaned above me. "Goddamn, you're tight. I've been dreaming about this little cunt since the first day you walked into my lecture." Then hae pulled out halfway before ramming back in with full force. And my legs shook. But his grip on my hair tightened. "Look at you. Taking your professor's cock like a fucking slut… like you were made for it." I wanted to deny it. But the words wouldn't come. Only broken moans of pure desperation. He spanked me again while still buried inside me. And the double sensation of pain and pleasure made my eyes roll back into my skull.