College Curves: Making Trouble (Curvy Student Professor MFM Discipline Romance)

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 turned on?

Laura’s a college freshman with the curves to drive any man wild and a bit too much attitude. She’s discovered a dirty little secret about one of her classmates, but when she tries to take justice into her own hands and goes too far, she finds herself in a pretty compromising position herself.

If her handsome professor discovers what she’s done, Laura can only hope he’ll go easy on her, but she’s not holding her breath …

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, spanking, discipline, humiliation dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from the Bad Student trilogy by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.


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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