Femdom Spanking: Female Professor Spanks Male Student
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Professor Summons The Careless Student To Her Office
Linn sits at her desk, sorting through notes. Elias is the last to leave the room, casual, carrying that usual mix of grin and disinterest. She’s had enough.
“Elias. Stay for a moment. Close the door.”
He stops, shoulders still broad, but the smile falters slightly. He turns. Raises an eyebrow. “Did I forget something?”
She leans back, glasses low on her nose. “You forgot the presentation. You didn’t read the material. You think you’re clever, but really, you’re just lazy.”
He lifts both hands, takes a half-hearted step toward her. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit I’ve been a little… distracted lately.”
“Distracted,” she repeats coldly. Then she stands, moves around the desk, stops in front of him. He’s nearly a head taller – but that doesn’t matter.
“I think you need something to help you focus. Something a little more… physical than words.”
He laughs nervously. “Wait, what do you mean?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she grips his chin firmly and makes him look her straight in the eye. Then, without breaking eye contact, she turns him and walks him to the leather bench by the window.
Professor Pulls Student Over Her Knee And Strips Him Bare
She sits, then pulls him over her lap in one smooth movement. No hesitation. His upper body lands across the cushion, hands bracing himself. He lets out a breath… caught off guard, not quite believing this is happening.
“What the…?”
“Stay still, Elias.”
She unbuckles his belt with practiced ease. The metallic clink breaks the silence. Then the button. The zipper. Everything moves fast. Her hands tug his jeans down to his knees. Black boxer briefs stretch across his ass.
“Okay, hang on. You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I’m completely serious.”
With two fingers, she hooks the waistband of his boxers. Then slowly, deliberately, she pulls them down, inch by inch, until his bare ass is fully exposed: firm, round, slightly tanned, and completely defenseless. Pants and underwear bunched at his thighs, he flinches slightly.
“You’ve been acting like a child. You’ll be punished like one.”
He makes a protesting sound, but she presses her palm flat against his backside. She holds it there, feeling him breathe. His back rises and falls beneath her.
Then she lifts her hand.
Femdom Spanking: Professor Makes Young Man Squirm Under Every Slap
The first smack lands loud and clear. Elias jolts. His muscles tighten. A second slap, harder. Then a third. His cheeks bounce after each hit, the color already shifting: from pale pink to something deeper.
“You can wriggle all you want. You’re not going anywhere.”
He tries to press his legs together, but he’s stuck. His jeans trap him just below the knees. The belt dangles uselessly, clinking with every motion.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The rhythm builds. Linn’s hand lands with precision. Flat and strong, her palm keeps meeting the same sensitive spots. His ass is turning a bright red now, heat rising visibly across the curves. He groans, feet twitching against the sofa.
“Professor, please…”
“Oh, now I’m ‘Professor’ again?” she says dryly.
She lets her fingers rest against the hot skin, then parts his cheeks slightly, inspecting the results. He squirms under her touch. The shame starts to mix with the sting.
“I’m guessing next time, you’ll think twice before walking into my class unprepared.”
Strict MILF Holds Student Tight While He Kicks And Pleads
Her left hand presses down on his back, holding him steady. “Down with your hips.”
Elias shifts, trying to free himself, but she tightens her grip. Her right hand delivers another series of sharp, snapping smacks, alternating left, right, then two low in the middle.
His bottom bounces, muscles twitching with every hit. He can’t hide his reactions anymore.
He grunts, breath catching. A soft moan here, a hiss there. A quiet “Ahh-” or whispered “Fuck…”
“You don’t talk like that in here.” Smack! A stinging slap to his right cheek. She adjusts his position higher over her lap, changing the angle.
Now she has full access to the lower curve, right where his ass meets his thighs. The next few smacks land there, deep and burning.
His cheeks are now a rich, glowing red. He’s kicking again, whimpering between gasps – but his voice is changing. Less defiance. More submission.
Linn watches the change with calm satisfaction. The cocky student stripped of ego, reduced to breath and burn.
Professor Finishes The Lesson And Lets Bad Boy Rise
“That’s enough.”
She rests her hand one last time on his ass. The skin pulses under her palm. He lies still across her thighs, gasping softly. She traces her fingers lightly across the heat, feeling the twitch in his legs.
Then, slowly, she pulls his briefs back up. The fabric drags across his sore skin. He sucks in a breath.
Next, the jeans. She doesn’t bother pulling them up all the way, just enough to hang loosely off his hips. His red backside still peeks out, raw and swollen.
“You may get dressed.”
He sits up slowly, unsteady. Avoids her eyes. His hands fumble at the belt. His face is flushed… and not just from embarrassment. His whole posture has changed: shoulders lower, stance less proud.
She stands, straightens his shirt collar with one firm tug. “Next week, you’ll come prepared. Fully prepared.”
He nods. “Yes, Professor.”
A faint, sheepish smile flickers across his lips. He’ll remember this. Every time he tries to sit down.
