Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

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 breathing was ragged in my ear, hot and uneven, his grip on my hips iron-tight, nails biting into my skin hard enough to leave marks. His cock throbbed inside me, swelling with his impending release. "I'm close," he warned, his voice a raw, broken rasp, hips stuttering. Smack. The final spank landed with a crack that made me yelp, my ass cheek burning red under his palm. But before he could tip over the edge, I twisted slightly, my voice cutting through the haze. "Don’t you dare cum,” I ordered, the professor's command slipping back into my tone, even as my body trembled beneath him.

“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.

"She's failing your class, Professor. I was just giving her some motivation." "Miss St. Claire's grades are my concern, not yours," Caspian said. He turned his gaze to me. It was cold. It was professional. It was the "Ice Professor" through and through. "Miss St. Claire, my office. Now. We need to discuss the... structural integrity of your latest submission." I didn't wait. I grabbed my bag and hurried past him, feeling the heat of his presence as I went. "The rest of you," I heard Caspian say behind me, his voice echoing off the stone walls, "find something productive to do before I decide to grade your next assignments on a curve of pure spite."

“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.”

I claimed as tears started to trickle down my cheeks. “Oh no! Do you really think we will believe you, bitch? Your mother is a bitch, and I believe you’re a bitch as well! Don’t act like an innocent pup!” Francine held my hair tighter and the pain intensified. She was about to slap me when she was stopped by our professor, Professor Seline Huston. “Stop whatever you are doing, Francine. Get inside. The class is about to start,” Professor Huston said.

Skirt riding up immediately. He stepped behind her. No touching at first—just the weight of his stare. Then his palm smoothed over the back of her thigh, slow and possessive, pushing the skirt higher until her black lace thong was fully exposed. “Christ,” he muttered. “You’ve been sitting in my class like this?” His hand came down—sharp, stinging slap against her ass. She gasped. “Answer me.” “Yes, Professor.” Another slap, harder. “And you wanted me to notice.”

I was shaking again, not from fear, but from the raw, pulsing anticipation of what they’d do to me. “Couch,” Professor ordered. “Kaiden, sit. Sage—across his lap.” Kaiden pulled me into position, one hand spreading my thighs as I laid over him. Completely exposed. Hips in the air, face flushed. I could feel Professor move behind me. His presence was like pressure—like gravity. Then— Slap. I gasped, hips jolting forward into Kaiden’s thigh. “One,” I whispered. Another, harder. “Two.”