Classroom Consequences: BBW Alpha Professor Discipline MFM Bundle

The Red Spot Press

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.
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The Red Spot Press
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Published on
Jul 29, 2016
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Fiction / Erotica / General
Fiction / Romance / Erotica
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Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, forced exhibition, public humiliation, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Her submission is personal, but her humiliation will be public ?
Since coming to live with her dominant Jonathon, neglect and boredom have become things of Erica's past. When she finishes her to do list and goes to him for a little excitement and attention, little does she know that he has in mind will bring her as much excitement and attention as she will be able to handle. Although Jonathon begins their outing by bribing Erica with a gift from a sex shop, he is well aware that she secretly enjoys his hobby of putting her in compromising and often humiliating public situations. Her secret's safe with him, of course, but as for the rest of what she might try to keep covered up ? it's all fair game.

"Erica?" I heard his voice call out softly.
"Here, sir," I said through the crack.
"Pass me out your clothes, please."
I squirmed as conflicting emotions of dismay and excitement fought within me. He didn't want to give me any choice. He didn't want me to see what he had picked out for me until I had already committed and until I couldn't say no.
Reluctantly, I folded my sweater, skirt and blouse and passed them under the door.
"Panties and bra, too, Erica," he insisted.
A knee-jerk objection caught in my throat and I stared helplessly at myself in the little changing room mirror. I didn't know if I was ready for this, and yet ... I trusted him. It was so much easier to just be his, do what he wanted and lose myself in the aftermath, good and bad, without any of the responsibility. It felt so good, being his, that it almost didn't matter. What happened happened.
"Yes, sir," I said, not trying to hide the quaver in my voice. In the end, I always did as he asked, but I wanted him to know that this prospect frightened me more than a little.
I stepped out of my panties and unclasped my bra, trying to imagine myself in the comfort of our home and not in the back of an unfamiliar department store with nothing to cover myself.
"Thank you," he said as he took the precious garments from my proffered hand. There was a rustling, and then a little bundle replaced them under the door frame.
I picked it up and waited for more. Perhaps it just looked small. I unrolled the cloth and spread it on the bench. My heart sank. What I had at first taken for one garment was in fact two. The tank top was simple, unadorned, and very thin. When I rolled the cloth in my hand, I could see my fingers on the other side. Folded inside the top was a skirt. The fabric was a bit thicker, but it was so short that it did not stretch more than halfway from my wrist to my elbow. I looked at them in dismay, and turned back to the door.
"Isn't there more, sir?"
"No more," he said. "Now hurry up and put them on. We have a bus to catch and we still need to check out."
I pulled the top on first. It really was as see-through as I had feared. For better or worse, I had the body type of a woman who simply can't go braless without attracting attention, and the state of my breasts was at its most unmistakable now within this flimsy cloth. Even I couldn't look at myself in the mirror without staring at them, so what on earth were other people going to do? It seemed like nothing I did could get it to hang in a normal way. It insisted on clinging to me in all the most embarrassing places.
At least the skirt wasn't see-through, for the most part. On the other hand, it was short enough that sitting without crossing my legs was out of the question, and bending over would be, well, even more out of the question ? out of the question ten times over. I turned halfway around and tried to convince myself that having a bit of ass showing even when standing wouldn't be something people would notice. Sometimes it was nice having a lot of ass in the caboose, and I knew that it drove Jonathon crazy, but right now I would have given a lot for that part of me to be a little less prominent.
"Alright," I said. "I'm coming out."
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, sexy alpha males and BBWs, taboo teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Joanna Michaels has always found ways of weedling what she wants out of the people around her, and when she arrives in college it doesn't look like that's going to have to change. But her easy ride runs out when her professor Peter Andrews notices her flirting with a classmate only to copy his course work. The handsome professor decides it's time to teach her a little personal responsibility and maybe show the flirtatious young woman just what a man who actually knows how to handle her charms looks like.

"You know, Professor," I begin, "I understand why you have me cleaning the classroom. I'm really learning a lesson. But as for talking to Tom, I really don't understand why that's so necessary. How do you know I don't like him?" I find myself blushing deeper crimson. "I mean, he's not the single most handsome man I can think of," I say, "but a girl's gotta take what she can get, right? Sometimes I just get lonely, don't you?" I wince slightly as I hear the last words come out of my mouth. That may have been taking it too far.

"That's a very interesting perspective, Joanna," he says in a neutral voice. "But surely if you cared about him you wouldn't be manipulating him into giving you his work when he clearly didn't want to."

I let out an exaggerated sigh. "But Professor," I say, "is it really that simple? Sometimes you need something from someone and you're in a position to offer a sort of trade, right? A little affection to help get someone off the hook?" I've definitely warmed to my audience. This all has to be having an effect.

He sits back and considers me for a long moment, taking me in - all of me. The blush in my cheeks deepens still further as I find myself increasingly self-conscious.

"What are you doing, Joanna?" he asks. "Why do you think it's appropriate to act this way? Or dress this way?" He makes a vague gesture.

I draw back slightly. This isn't the reaction I expected. "Like what, Professor?"

"You - playing the slut to get what you want. Do you think I'm some kid who'll go weak-kneed if you smile at me with your ***s hanging out?"

"What are you talking about, Professor?" I ask as innocently as I can, my heart beginning to hammer. He seems angry. It occurs to me I could get in legitimate trouble for this.

"What am I talking about?" he asks. "I'm talking about this." He grabs the loose flap of cloth of my partially open blouse and shakes me by it, inadvertently pulling apart the other buttons in the process. The garment falls open. If it weren't obvious enough already that I'm not wearing a bra, it's pretty fucking obvious now. I look down and then back up at him in shock, forgetting to cover myself.

He draws in a sharp breath as my sudden nakedness catches us both by surprise.

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