Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

“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 Tina 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 Dorian said. “Sir, you’re hurting me,” Tina whined. “Please stop. I promise I’ll not lie or flunk your class again. I promise.”

He took his time admiring her. “Such a perfect student,” he praised, running his hands over her ass cheeks. Then he brought one hand down in a firm smack. Mia jumped and moaned. “Professor!” “Count them,” he ordered. “One…” she gasped as he spanked her again. He gave her five firm spanks, each one making her wetter. By the end, her legs were shaking. Kane rubbed her sore skin gently, then dropped to his knees behind her.

"You look tired. That new professor is giving you trouble already?" Juliet froze for half a second, then forced a laugh. "No. He's fine. Just that he's... intense." "Intense how?" Lila asked, raising one eyebrow. Juliet slipped into the silver corset that barely covered anything. "He stared at me the whole lecture, asked me to stay after class. But othing big happened." Lila grinned. "Sounds like he likes what he sees. You should be careful because Professors can be trouble."

His hips snapped against me, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. “In that tight little skirt. Looking at me with those smart eyes, teasing me during every lecture.” Each spank punctuated his words like a whip, a spark that ignited a deeper fire within me. The sharp sting melted into a throbbing warmth, amplifying the relentless friction of his cock going in and out of my ass. He owned me in that moment, the power dynamic flipping wildly—my authority as professor dissolving into pure submission as he pounded into me. I rocked back to meet him, craving the depth, the dominance.

“Fuck, yes. Tight little hole." He pulled out a little and pushed in again, earning him another moan. Slowly, he began to go in and out, feeling her warmness and tightness. He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as his dick slid in and out of her stretched slit. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “You love the feeling, right?” Stacey whimpered as her head fell forward. “Yes, professor,” she cried, “I love the feeling." "I guess it's no longer a punishment because you are enjoying it. You need to be spanked." He said and slapped her ass hard, causing Stacey to jolt and yelp.

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.

"I want to be a person." Dominic’s face changed. The "sad" look evaporated, replaced by a dark, sharp look in his eyes. He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight and mean. "You’d rather be his toy? You’d rather stay in this glass box while everyone on campus calls you a whore?" "Let go of me, Dominic." "Why?" he hissed. "Because the Professor told you not to let other boys touch you? Does he have a schedule for when you're allowed to speak?"

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?”

All the books were on the floor. God! It wasn't a nightmare or an imagination. Prof. Stephan was really in too last night, and he has rearranged my guts and fucked me till I was too boneless to move my body and too tired to keep my eyes open. Shame wrapped itself around my neck and squeezed like a vine till it physically hurt. I couldn't believe I allowed it again. I couldn't believe I allowed my step-uncle and professor to fuck me like a common and filthy whore on his first night in the house.

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”