University Spanking: Professor Puts His Student Over The Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Professor Confronts Sexy Student After Class
The lecture hall was almost empty. Only sunlight streaming through the tall windows, dust floating in the air. And the two of us.
Professor Adler stood at the lectern. Tall, broad, wearing a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I was gathering my things, ready to leave, when his voice cut across the room.
“Miss Weber. A moment.”
I turned. “Yes?”
He stepped out from behind the lectern, slowly, like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
“You think you can embarrass me in my own lecture.”
“I… only asked a question,” I murmured.
His eyes locked onto mine. Calm. Heavy. “It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.”
My heart was pounding. I couldn’t look away.
“Come here.”
Professor Puts Bad Student Over The Knee
I walked toward him. He pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat down.
“Do you know what happens to disrespectful students?” he asked.
I shook my head. He reached out, gripped my wrist. Before I could react, he turned me and pulled me across his lap.
“What are you…”
“Quiet.”
His voice was low, firm. My hands braced against the floor, my legs hanging in the air, my skirt riding up.
“Too much talking, too little respect. We’re going to fix that now.”
University Spanking: Professor Spanks Girl Until She Gasps
His hand rested heavy on my ass, stroking slowly over the fabric. Then he gripped tight and yanked my skirt up.
“Pretty, cheeky little student,” he murmured. “Let’s see how quickly you get quiet.”
Smack!
The first slap landed square on my right cheek. It burned instantly. I sucked in a sharp breath.
Smack!
Harder. My legs jerked.
He spanked in rhythm. Left, right. Firm. The fabric of my tights stretched until he hooked his fingers in and pulled them, along with my panties, down.
My ass was bare now. Hot.
“Better,” he said. “I want to see you turn red.”
Hot Professor Controls Young Woman And She Gets Wet
He kept spanking. Not rushed, but steady. Between the slaps, his fingers ran over my skin, testing the heat.
“Kick if you want. You’re staying right here.”
I felt my breathing quicken. Felt something else building. Not just the sting… Something warmer, lower.
“Oh…” It slipped out when his fingers slid lower.
He paused. “Interesting.”
Then his hand cupped between my thighs. “Already wet.”
I wanted to speak, but my face burned with shame. And yet… I didn’t close my legs.
“That’s how fast you learn.”
Man Leaves Student Shaking And Wanting More
He gave me a few more hard swats until my ass was hot and tender. Then his hand stayed there, rubbing slowly.
“That’s enough for today,” he said. “Or do you want more?”
My breath came shallow. My heart raced. I knew I should get up. But my body didn’t want to.
“I… don’t know,” I whispered.
He leaned forward, speaking right into my ear. “Then come back next week. Same time. And don’t wear panties.”
He let me stand. My legs shook. The chair scraped as I stepped back.
I walked to the door. He sat back down at the lectern like nothing had happened.
But I knew I’d be back.
