Classroom Consequences: BBW Alpha Professor Discipline MFM Bundle

His hand rested on my ass cheek for a moment, and then he lifted the back of my skirt up and tucked it into my waistband. I stiffened as I felt cool air flow over my bare thighs. I was wet. I was getting embarrassingly wet. Why was I so incredibly turned on?

Staying out of trouble is hard enough for the student with the curves to make any man turn his head. But with a professor who’s not afraid of what he wants, even when he knows it’s wrong, avoiding trouble becomes impossible …

Classroom Consequences is a three story bundle of professor student discipline and forbidden older man attraction.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, well-hung older men, pretty young bbw co-eds, spanking, discipline, 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?

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Caught in the Breakroom (BBW Office Discipline Older Man Erotica)

Heather’s got the curves to drive any man wild and she’s far from the first girl to get a crush on her boss. If she’d been a little smarter, she might have been able to get what she wanted and stay out of trouble.

But when word goes around that she has feelings for Mr. Chapman, she picks about the worst way to try to squash the rumor. If he finds out his favorite employee is fooling around with a coworker in the break room, Heather’s in for a disciplining she’s not likely to forget.

All she can do is hope he’ll take it easy on her, but one look at his face says that’s not very likely …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a dominant alpha male and his pretty and inexperienced BBW employee, spanking, discipline, dominance, and painfully hot office sex. All characters are 18 or older.


I crossed my arms. “What, are you going to be difficult now?”

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m being used to prove a point.”

My smile was growing broader the more he teased me. He was very cute, and he knew it. He was funny, and he knew it. He really wasn’t all that bad a guy, and he really had my number. And he knew that, too. Sometimes the only way to get a little power back on your side in a situation like that is to make a move. So I kissed him.

It wasn’t a long, drawn out surrender to eternal yearning. It wasn’t the door to warm, wet forbidden ecstasy. But it felt good.

It felt good, and it also felt kind of wrong in a very enticing way, there in the break room with the blinds drawn by some lucky accident.

It only lasted a moment, and I pulled back just an inch.

“What do you think about that?” I asked, my mouth still very close to his.

This time he kissed me. His arm moved around my waist, drawing me against his body. He smelled very good, and he knew exactly what he was doing. His lips and tongue were soft and sensual, playful but with serious intent. His hand wandered down my back, cupping the plump fullness of my ass.

I let my eyes slip closed. I softened my position, conforming to him, letting my body yield to his. This second one was a really, really good kiss.

But it ended too soon.

At the sound of the break room door, my eyes flew open. I leapt back, my heart missing several beats in a row.

And it kept on missing beats as I looked up to see who had discovered us. I was frozen, backed against the wall, my arm still extended from pushing myself back.

Mr. Chapman face was a thundercloud as he stepped into the room. “What the hell is going on here?”

Ryan had leapt to his feet and spun to face the newcomer. When he realized who it was, he started backing away, too. He inadvertently bumped into me against the wall and hastily stepped aside and out of my intimate proximity.

“It wasn’t what it looked like -” Ryan started.

“Shut up.”

The door slammed shut behind him. I felt like I was going to be sick.

“You.” He pointed at me. “My office. And you,” he said, pointing at Ryan.

“You can’t fire me,” Ryan blurted.

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