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Teacher’s Rules

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Teacher’s Rules contains three stories:

Femdom Class for the Jock

Peter Leyton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Sarah Kelly notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The domineering and ever-so-sexy professor decides it’s time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what a woman who actually knows how to handle him looks like.

Student Takes Charge

If he’s being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the female college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there’s someone in his class who won’t get pushed too far. Melanie, an undergraduate who knows how to take charge, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. She’s willing to keep this secret between them, but she wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.

Spanking After Class

Jackson doesn’t know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he’s probably earned the spanking she’ll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

Excerpt:

“I’m going to punish you, Sam,” she explained, her hand opening first the belt and then my fly to push my pants down to my knees and allow them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. I clutched a hand over my crotch, now covered only by a pair of thin white briefs. “You don’t seem to be grasping that reality,” she went on. “It’s either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?”

I stared at her, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at her mercy.

“Well?”

“You,” I whispered.

“Me? You want me to punish you?”

I grimaced, trying to think of some other option.

“Sam? What’s it going to be?”

“… Yes.”

The smile returned to her face. “That’s a good boy. I thought you’d see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your pants and hand them to me. I’d hate to let them wriankle down there.”

The deep crimson flush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at her, paralyzed.

“Sam,” she repeated, pointing at my fallen garment.

Melanie held out her hand for it and I gave it to her. She folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind her, and then turned back to me. She eyed me up and down, evaluating the man standing before her. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the humiliating flush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt her soft brown eyes roving over my body.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.


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Spanking After Class

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Jackson doesn’t know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he’s probably earned the spanking she’ll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

Excerpt:

The ensuing silence was awful. After daring the initial glance towards Professor Richardson my eyes had stayed locked on a spot on the floor near the leg of the desk. I could feel her considering me.

“Won’t you say something, Professor?” I finally blurted.

“I’m trying to understand you, Jackson.”

“What’s to understand? I shouldn’t have said – I just made a mistake.”

“What did you want?”

I struggled with the question. “I guess I just sort of liked the idea of it, to tell the truth,” I said finally in a very quiet voice. “I’m just so incredibly embarrassed, Professor.”

She blinked in surprise. Then she started to laugh. “Is that what it was?” she said. “I thought I saw something in the way you looked at me, and it made the lie all the harder to understand.” She closed the door of the office and stepped into the room. “But then again, if you knew the headache … what a stupid thing.”

“I’m sorry.”

She billowed the top of her blouse with a hand and ran frustrated fingers through her lustrous, dark hair. Even though it was wildly inappropriate given the situation, I couldn’t help but find her even more alluring when angry than when she was calm and collected. She seemed simultaneously capable of anything and yet in control. I got the sudden and very strange insight that she had probably been the type to get into a lot of trouble when she was younger.

She turned back to look at me and caught me staring. Her eyes locked to mine, freezing me in place, and I watched a faintly appraising look come into her face. Her full lips pursed thoughtfully.

“Well what are we going to do about this?” she asked.

The question sounded rhetorical, so I watched her without answering.

“Tell me,” she said, walking over to lean against the desk only a couple feet from me. “What is it exactly you told people I did?”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Naughty Rumors with full consent of the original author.


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Femdom Class for the Jock

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Peter Leyton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Sarah Kelly notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The domineering and ever-so-sexy professor decides it’s time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what a woman who actually knows how to handle him looks like.

Excerpt:

“You know, Professor,” I begin, “I understand why you have me cleaning the classroom. I’m really learning a lesson. But as for talking to Jessie, I really don’t understand why that’s so necessary. How do you know I don’t like her?” I shrug my shoulders. “That’s the sort of thing I get to decide for myself, isn’t it? I’m not just a child you get to push around like that.” I wince slightly as I hear the last words come out of my mouth. That may have been taking it too far, but it was where the conversation was headed anyways.

“That’s a very interesting perspective, Peter,” she says in a neutral voice. “But surely if you cared about her you wouldn’t be manipulating her into giving you her work when she clearly didn’t want to.”

I roll my eyes in dismissal. “Professor,” I say, “is it really that simple? Sometimes you need something from someone, that’s all. It doesn’t hurt her any if she helps me out, just like it doesn’t hurt you any if you forget this whole thing ever happened.” I put a little emphasis on the “if”. I’m not obvious, I think, but I do it just enough that he’ll interpret the sentence the way I mean it.

She sits back and considers me for a long moment, taking me in – all of me. I find myself suddenly a little bit self-conscious but try to shake the momentary weakness out of my head.

“What are you doing, Peter?” she asks. “Why do you think it’s appropriate to act this way?”

I try to meet her gaze, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult. “Like what, Professor?”

“You – always trying to push people around to get what you want. Do you think I’m some kid who’ll go weak-kneed if you flex your muscles?”

“What are you talking about, Professor?” I ask as innocently as I can, mentally backpedaling as my heart begins to hammer. She seems angry. It’s suddenly obvious to both of us that I don’t have the courage to go through with my implied threat.

“What am I talking about?” She asks incredulously. “No, enough. I’ve wasted too much time trying to teach you like an adult and give you the benefit of the doubt. I can see now that I was wrong from the beginning.”

She stands up, angry and strong and almost as tall as I am but still managing to look down at me somehow. She grabs me by my arm and pulls me to face her.

“Look at yourself,” she says. “Do you think this is an acceptable way to behave? How far in life do you think this sort of stunt will take you?”

I look at her, unable to speak. There isn’t anything to say. But there’s something about the way she’s looking at me, almost like she knows she’s supposed to be angry but she’s responding in a different way instead – almost like she’s noticing me the way I noticed her along the pathway this morning now that we’re so close. I draw in a faltering breath.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Caught By My Professor with full consent of the original author.


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