Spanked By Professor Novels & Stories

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.”

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,