Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
If she’s being honest, Sandra Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the male college students in her classes … but when she goes too far with her bad marks, she finds out there’s someone in her class who won’t get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sandra will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He’s willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that still gets the punishment she so very much deserves.
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“Of course I can,” he said. He delivered another stinging slap and I moaned pitifully. My palms pressed at the floor and I wriggled again on his lap. I could feel the jiggling redness in my ass. I could feel his eyes taking in the humiliating sight.
And then I gasped from surprise, not pain. His hand was wandering along the inside of my thigh. His strong fingers were approaching … I could feel him kneading at my sensitive skin.
“My God,” he said. “Look at how wet you are.”
“I’m not!” I squealed in protest.
“No? You’re positively dripping. I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”
I clamped my legs together in mortification, but the discovery had been made.
“Well, well,” he said to himself. “What a dirty, dirty girl you are. Here I thought I was punishing you, and instead you’ve been enjoying every minute of it.”
“That’s not true!”
“I can tell when you’re lying, Sandra. I can feel you get all tense. You don’t have any secrets from me. You like nothing better than getting a good spanking. You probably know how much you deserve it.”
I kicked at the floor in impotent humiliation. Why had my body betrayed me like this?
I gasped again as his fingers returned to their previous exploration. They moved between my thighs and rubbed between my swollen lips, spreading the juices I had so uselessly denied were there. Another moan escaped from my mouth and I clamped my jaw shut. It felt so good and I wanted it so badly, but it was just so positively humiliating to admit it, even to myself.
“Please,” I moaned, although by now even I didn’t know whether I was begging him to stop or begging him to continue.
“Naughty little professor,” he said as he fingered me. “Breaks the rules and turned on by the punishment. How am I to handle this?”
Evidently he decided that he just needed to spank me harder.