Spanked By Professor の小説・ストーリー

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

“Turn around. Ass up on the desk.” I scrambled up, bending over, dress still bunched at my waist, heels on the floor, ass presented high. He stepped behind me, kicked my feet wider. His palm cracked across my right cheek—hard. Then the left. Again. And again. He spanked me until my skin burned, until I was sobbing, until every strike made my pussy clench and drip fresh wetness down my thighs. “Count them,” he ordered. “One… thank you, Professor… two… thank you…”

He moved on to scrub my body with the same deliberate care, and then, out of nowhere, delivered a spank to my ass, leaving me gasping in surprise. "What was that for, professor?" I protested, though there was a playful note in my voice. He merely raised an eyebrow, his demeanor still serious but with a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just making sure you're thoroughly cleaned and you've learned your lesson." "Professor Vincenzo," I mused with a sly grin, "I sure did, you have a unique teaching style. Really hands-on..." I said as he scrubbed from between my legs, the loofah created a sudden friction.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

On the third ring he answered. "Y'ello?" He answers optimistically. "Jackson you fucking leech." She grits out in anger and frustration. "Morning babe, how's the headache?" He beams with a chuckle. "Balanced," she sneers. "Because of you my English professor basically told me to fuck off the next time I come late." "Wow, sounds like she needs to get fired." He responds nonchalantly. "He didn't exactly say it like that but that class is nearly two hours long, he's already assigned an assignment."

It was really too much. "Mrs. King, the professor is so scary. Why did you decide to marry him? Have you ever regretted it in the past 20 years?" Before I finished my sentence, the professor had already furiously taken off his shoe and swung it at me. He scared me into screaming and running around the room. After a bout of laughter, the scuffle came to an end with Colin shielding me behind him and Mrs. King reprimanding the professor after cornering him against the wall.

“Pound it! Wreck that tight little hole! Make it gape for you!” He fisted my red wig like reins and yanked my head back hard, arching my spine while he railed me mercilessly from behind. His hips slapped loudly against my ass, the room echoing with wet, filthy smacks. Every savage thrust knocked the breath out of me. His heavy balls smacked my swollen clit over and over, sending electric shocks straight to my brain. “You like that, Anna?” he growled, spanking my ass hard, loud cracks that left burning red handprints. “Getting your professor’s cock buried deep in your dripping pussy? This is what you hide under those innocent hoodies in my class? A soaked, cock-hungry slut?”

One thing is for certain…I can’t tell my professor how I lust after Gabe and want him to spank and whip me. The truth is, I want more than just a good spanking from Gabe. I want to see how far he is willing to go to whip me into shape. Will he tie me up or handcuff me? Will he use a whip or flogger, or maybe a riding crop? I wonder just how kinky Gabe can get and how much I have to push before he caves and gives in to the lust I know he feels.