Spank Me Teacher

Stanley is in for a spanking at the hands of his professor. The erotic torment his teacher puts him through doesn't surprise him. How much he enjoys it does.

Erotic short story. Highly explicit. Contains themes such as anal sex, orgasm denial and light BDSM.

Excerpt:

Oblivious to his thoughts, the professor hit him again, and again. He cried out. Hadn’t he said they were going to start slow? Slap, slap. The sounds filled the air. He tried to count, but lost it. He squirmed, unable to help it, and the professor’s other hand came down to hold him more tightly. The next hit drove tears into his eyes. On the edge of his thoughts, he was glad the blind fold hid them.
“My, what a lovely shade your skin turns.”
The hits stopped for a moment, and Stanley inhaled. Head hanging low, he wondered what he must look like. “Please,” he found himself saying softly. “I don’t like this.”
“Mhm, is that so?” The professor murmured. Fingers trailed down his inflamed skin, ghosting over his rim in a way too obscene manner. Stanley caught himself thinking that he wanted them inside, and chided himself for the thought. He told himself that he wants this to stop, that he wants to go home, that this isn’t what teachers and students are supposed to do to each other, but he didn’t believe himself.