Amanda might be used to getting her way, but soon the would-be bully is going to find out she likes getting pushed up against a desk and learning some manners, too.
Amanda’s discovered a dirty little secret about one of her classmates, and she thinks her victim will do anything to keep it quiet. But as soon as she puts her scheme into action, the whole thing backfires. Now she’s been asked to stay after class by a professor who’s more than willing to put a student like her in her place.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature well-hung professor, a young inexperienced student, multiple partners and rough group sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
He spanked me again. “You’ve been forgetting to count,” he chided me.
“S – sorry, sir,” I moaned.
His hand traced up the inside of my thigh. I gasped as it caressed over my hot, swollen lips. He paused, and retraced his steps with teasing fingers. I screwed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep from making a sound as I buried my face in my arm. But even that wasn’t enough to stifle my gasp of amazement and ecstasy as he slid a finger into my wet hole. It slipped in easily. God I was so wet.
“Well,” he said, dominating my thoughts with his stroking finger, “I guess you’re getting a little distracted. You seem to like being called a bad girl.”
I couldn’t answer. I was grinding my hips back into his hand, only aware of how good it felt. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting this and more.
“You like being taught a few manners,” he went on. “Tell me you do.”
“I – like it, sir,” I gasped.
“You like getting it rough.”
“Yes, sir. Ohhh fuck!” I pressed my face harder into my arm, trying not to give in to the writhing pleasure inside me. It was too much. How on earth could I think straight?