Romans & histoires Spanked By Professor

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.

He caresses my ass and my clitoris. "You are wet! Margherita! It's no good! You shouldn't get excited in front of your professor!” he says standing up. He looks very angry. He raises his hand and spanks me, 5 or 6 times. With each blow, I let out a little cry. I don't know what to do. At that moment, he looks me deeply in the eyes and asks, “Did you learn something?” "Y-y-yes,” I mumble groaning.

"Bending over your professor's desk. You're tighter than I imagined, you little whore." “Please,” I gasped in a half plea and a half moan. I didn't know what I was pleading for, but it was definitely not for him to stop. I liked his cock. I liked the length of my professor's big cock stretching my dripping pussy. "I want to hear you say it, Liana. Say you're a slut." "I'm a slut! Oh, Professor, I'm a fucking slut!" I cried, gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turned white.

He hooked two fingers under them and yanked them down roughly, letting them fall around my ankles. “You wore these just for me?” “Yes, Professor.” He hummed, pleased. “Then I suppose I should show my appreciation.” I moaned when his hand came down hard on my ass. Once. Then again. The third time made my knees buckle. He grabbed my hip with one hand, the other sliding between my thighs, testing. “Already soaked,” he said with a growl. “You like being bent over my desk like this?” “Yes…” He spanked me again. “Yes what?”

“It’s Wilde-McClaren, with a hyphen. Emphasis on the wild, Professor. I could show you or we can discuss it in your office after class, but I really don’t mind whipping it out right now. I’m not shy.” Laughter broke out in the class and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Wilder, it’s fine. Just keep an eye on them and don’t say a fucking word to anyone. Got it?” “I got you, SV, don’t let them touch your pretty face or I’ll need new material for my spank bank.” “Get out of my class, Mr. McClaren!” “I’m ending the call now, I swear, sheesh you need to get laid, Professor.”