Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

He growled at me making me jerk. The class burst out laughing. I wasn't able to say a word, I just stared directly at him. After the class, I made a mental note to ask him some questions. I needed to know the truth. Deep down, I knew. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear it directly from him. A few steps away from me he was, clad in a black suit which was the same color as his wavy hair. Alexander wasn't only the youngest professor in the college, he was also the most handsome man.

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.

After a few minutes of my gagging and heavy breathing, he pulled out. “Stand up!”, he ordered. I stood up, my legs trembling. “I'll fuck that wet pussy till you cum”, he whispered. He gripped my waist and spun me around, my breast slamming against his desk. “Oh look at what we have here…you never wore panties cause you want your pussy fucked by me. You'll get what you want!”, he groaned yanking my skirt up. He used his hands to spank my ass hard. “Ouuuchhh!”, I screamed. “I hope I'm the first professor to ruin you”, he asked. “Yes prof…you're the first and probably the last”.

His phone started to ring. “Clean up the rest of the books. I need to step out for five minutes to make a call. Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours.” The door clicked shut behind him. I stood there, breathing hard, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I had come from being spanked and humiliated by my professor. What the hell was wrong with me? My eyes landed on his laptop he left open on the desk. The screen was still on. A folder on the desktop caught my attention: “The Professor Pet Project.”

Professor Kane watched her with dark satisfaction, fingers tangled in her hair. “Good girl.” --- The next session, two nights later, was even more intense. Professor Kane had her wear a short plaid skirt with no panties underneath when she arrived. As soon as the door closed, he bent her over his desk in the main office and spanked her bare ass until it was bright red. “Ten spanks for every missed assignment,” he said calmly, delivering hard, stinging slaps that made her yelp and drip down her thighs. After the punishment, he carried her to the private room and strapped her to a special chair — legs spread wide and locked, arms bound behind her, a thick vibrator taped directly over her clit.

Isla’s POV I froze. I definitely wasn’t affected by his words. But then goosebumps lined my skin. Heat built low in my belly and my thighs clenched together instinctively. If I wasn’t affected by his dirty way of talking, why then was my body betraying me? I cleared my throat. “You are my professor sir and I’m nothing but a student. I don’t think there’s anything I would be able to offer you.” I completely ignored the part where he mentioned the night before.

I said sternly as we moved down the hall. I was just saved by her right now, so I clung onto like a wasp to light. The tour didn’t take long, we had joked about how the other professors gave me a snarky look. “What’s with their eyes and glaring at you?” She asked “They look like they’re about to kill you..well, all expect that Ryder guy” she pointed out. “You’ve been gone for so long..it’s been hard to keep track” I chuckled softly.

It hurt but i kept my hands planted. "Again?" I asked, half ple "Count them." Another smack came harder this time and then on the other cheek. "One," I breathed. He spanked me hard. By the fifth my voice was trembling. "Five... Professor, please." "Please what?" His hand massaged the stinging flesh, then slipped under my panties. One thick finger teased my entrance but he didn't push in. "Use your words, Elena." "I need... I need you to touch me properly." My hips rocked back,

“Yep. And guess what? That means you’re about to be out of a job. My father doesn’t tolerate incompetence, and you’ve been a prime example.” Jenna’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’re nothing, Elara. Just a washed-up professor who couldn’t even keep her man. You should’ve known better than to stick around.” I felt the sting of their insults like physical blows, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. I glanced around, noticing that other students and faculty were beginning to gather, their curious eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. “Seriously?” I choked out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the humiliation. “This is how you want to do this?”

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.