Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

“I never said you’re my boyfriend or that I’m taking you from Miss Elara. I just want you to satisfy me. Your dick is so big… I want to feel it between my legs.” He stared at me, breathing hard. Then he moved. Professor Winsley POV I lost it. I grabbed her arm, pulled her off the desk, and turned her around roughly. I bent her over my desk….flipping her tiny skirt up. “You want to be a bad student?” I growled, voice dark. “Then you’ll get punished like one.” I brought my hand down hard on her ass. The sharp smack echoed in the office. Josephine jerked and moaned. I spanked her again, watching her ass cheek turn red.

The professor surnamed Santiago angrily uncrumpled the piece of paper and then started to read it out loud with a sour emotion. "You bitch! I will take back Damian from you! Leech! Wh…" The professor paused and decided to stop reading all the cusses written. He turned to Shannon with an angry face. "What a disappointment! Miss Phantomhive! Stand up and face the wall as punishment! After the class, I will send you and Ms. Solano to the Principal's office!" He roared angrily that made Shannon close her eyes because of how loud it was. Shannon stood up and angrily glared at Khrystyanna who was busy with her notes. She screamed, "fuck you, Khrystyanna! We're not through!!"

Dangerous affairs with my professor. Chapter 47. Author’s Pov. Elena’s face twitched and her moan filled the air as Dante smacked her harder and harder with the spank paddle. “Will you ever yell at Daddy?” he groaned spanking her harder again and Elena moaned softly. “Never Daddy.” “Good girl.” he rubbed gently on her already red ass cheeks, easing the pain and sending gentle streams of pleasure into her pussy. Dante’s kneel met the floor. His both hand grabbed her ass cheeks and he kissed them softly then left a bit on it.

I felt very flattered. "I will go pee and wipe. Just like my Sex Ed professor had instructed." I said, lifting myself up a bit and looking at the mess around us. “Okay. You’re cleaning up this mess your long legs created. I will be back.” I instructed, and his grin was wicked, mischievous, and sexy as hell. "You rush back out here, and maybe I will spank you again." His tone sent chills down my spine, but I nodded, blushing a bit and still smiling sweetly at him, hoping he was not just joking. So he knew that I had liked being spanked.

"Right there—yes, don't stop!" "Never stopping until you're shaking." He spanked my ass lightly, then harder when I moaned louder. "You like that? Like your professor spanking you while he fucks you raw?" "Yes," I cried out, the sting mixing with the pleasure. "Again. Please." He spanked me a few more times, the slaps echoing. My orgasm built fast and intense. "I'm close, Marcus. So close." "Come then. Come all over my cock like a good student." He reached around to rub my clit fast and I shattered, biting my arm to muffle the scream as waves crashed through me.

“So fucking wet already. This tight cunt has been craving me, hasn’t it?” “Yes, Professor!” I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he pounded me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He was rougher tonight, one hand spanking my ass hard while the other reached around to rub my clit. I came fast and hard, my walls squeezing his thick cock as pleasure exploded through me.

"Look at her. Professor's pussy is creampied and she's still clenching around you. She loves it. She loves being used by her students." Ryan pulls out slowly. A thick gush of his cum leaks from my stretched hole onto the desk, and I feel the loss of him like a physical ache. He spins me around and sits me on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs wide. "On your back, Professor. Show Jake what a good little slut you are. Show him how much you love being filled." I shake my head, even as my thighs tremble. "We can't... someone else could come... my career—"

Lean, yes—but curved in the places that made my brain short-circuit and my pants unbearable. I tried to focus. I did. I wrote “threat modeling” and deleted it twice. Then I watched her bend slightly to adjust the projector, and I lost the will to learn anything except what the hell she looked like under those slacks. Jesus. She was at least a decade older than me. A professor. A full-blown, PhD-wielding, mind-dismantling woman who could hack my ego apart with a single sentence. And I was hard. Embarrassingly so.

It was a relief when he got to his second class before everyone else. He takes his usual seat at the front, patiently waiting for the class to commence. In no time students flocked their way in, and so did the teacher. Reece had bent his head over his desk, relaxing before the beginning of class, but like a dream, he heard it. The voice that he will never forget. He snaps out of his thoughts, raising his head to face the front. There the devil stood. “Hi everyone, I am Professor Ayan Turker. I am the newly transferred teacher. I will be taking you in history.”