Student Takes Charge

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.

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.


“Of course I can,” she said. She delivered another stinging slap and I moaned pitifully. My palms pressed at the floor and I wriggled again on her lap. I could feel the jiggling redness in my ass. I could feel her eyes taking in the humiliating sight.

And then I gasped from surprise, not pain. Her hand was wandering along the inside of my thigh. Her sure, confident fingers were approaching … I could feel her kneading at my sensitive skin.

“My my,” she said. “Professor, you’re getting a little hard, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” I objected defeatedly. Even as I spoke I felt myself stiffening further.

“No? You’re positively throbbing. I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”

I clamped my legs together in mortification, but the discovery had been made.

“Well, well,” she said to herself. “What a dirty, dirty boy 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, Sam. 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 her fingers returned to their previous exploration. They moved between my thighs and rubbed over my scrotum, fondling my balls with her curious fingers.

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 and wrong to admit it, even to myself.

“Please,” I moaned, although by now even I didn’t know whether I was begging her to stop or begging her to continue.

“Naughty little professor,” she said as she fondled me. “Breaks the rules and turned on by the punishment. How am I to handle this?”

Evidently she decided that she just needed to spank me harder.

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

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