Watch Your Profanity Novels & Stories

Don't be late. What the f*ck?

“Are you watching p**n in there?” _______________

I was insulted but in my mind it was insulting when he pulled my underwear but he didn't take it off completely, it was just threatening. "I don't like it when you say even a single profanity," he said irritated. What? Is he allergic to cheap? Why does he even interfere with my speech? wasn't he doing this before, cursing me to stop chasing him. Then now, he's chasing and getting irritated when I swear at him. I wasn't irritated when he cursed me back then. I'm still hurt.

" THAT WAS A DISCIPLINE " "GOD I'M SO SICK OF YOUR DISCIPLINE EXCUSE YOUR DISCIPLINE EXCUSE HAS SURPASSED WITH THE LEVEL OF ABUSE. AND NO ONE APART FROM MY PARENTS OR GRANDPARENTS GETS TO TEACH ME DISCIPLINE IN SUCH A WAY". "WATCH YOUR TONE YOU BRAT. YOU ARE SH--- "I WARN YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IF YOU DARE TO SHOUT AT MY WIFE AGAIN".

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."

Someone save my sorry prof ass. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He paused. “From now on, you call me Daddy Professor, and you listen to every word I say about obedience. It means putting your studies first, not wasting hours with your fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy, circling your swollen clit until you squirt all over your sheets while moaning my name. Do you understand how serious this is, or do you need me to add another finger to drive the point home?"

Kidding. "You f*ckers! Let me go!" The old man is wriggling like a worm who bathed with salt. I guess it's my time shine. I gently opened the door and walked in. "Tssk, tssk, tssk. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to let some profanities out of your mouth?—did she not? Oh, maybe because she's dead? Aw, how cruel," I said in a teasing manner and their eyes were all on me.

Abusing the safe word is prohibited and considered an offense by punishment. Rule 10 – No being a Brat. No talking back. No sarcastic responses. Still scanning through my list of rules and responsibilities do I quickly notice that there’s about 20 or so rules being listed. Each one designed to keep me in check as well as what they expect me to do. Talk about strict.

There’s more cheering and whoops. “I hate dishonesty and cheating, and it is frowned upon in our institution, that’s why there’s no second chance with that here, also limit your curse words and speak with the highest decorum, have your parties but don’t let it interfere with school work, be young kids but have a mature mind. Good afternoon intakes and have a wonderful time”, he rounds up and the applause that follows his departure is ear breaking.