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

The Red Spot Press

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.
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Every body type is beautiful, but I know what I find sexy and I know what most of the men I care about find sexy. I just love writing about a nice curvy woman and the sexy men who take charge and show her just what’s possible with a little extra in the all the right places. Who wants to read about stick figures anyways?

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The Red Spot Press
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May 26, 2016
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Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, discipline, whips, spanking, humiliation, public nudity, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Soft Curves and Firm Discipline Volume Two contains three BBW BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.

Made to Show My Curves
Erica's dominant, Jonathon, has come up with an interesting way to involve her in a dinner party he intends to throw for some of his old law school friends. Although she is self-conscious around the high society that Jonathon moves in, he is going to have her serve the food over the course of the evening and has designed a very special outfit for her to wear for the occasion. The guests of the party will be given buttons to trigger a vibrating harness underneath Erica's dress and are encouraged to use it as a way of thanking her for her good service. If that weren't enough, an already horrified Erica is told that the penalty of spill or misstep will be to serve dessert without the harness, or the dress. As the night unfolds, her attempts to avoid this terrifying prospect may accomplish nothing but to place her at the center of a spectacle more provocative than anything originally planned.

Big and Blindfolded
When Annie agrees to accompany Anderson to visit an old friend of his in the BDSM scene, she does so to make him happy, but the prospect of engaging in role-play with a strange man terrifies her. Her introduction to Christian Fortier and a glimpse of his treatment of the women that live with him in his Cambridge townhouse only intensify her apprehension, although other, more confusing emotions begin to surface as well. If she can only open herself to his experienced and almost invasively perceptive control, this mysterious figure offers to banish her confusion and show her the depths and rewards of submission beyond anything she has encountered before.

A Revealing Spanking
Emma's young and handsome boss has always taken a special interest in his curviest employee, ever since she first came to work for him at the age of sixteen. After Emma loses the order form of a very important client, he punishes her as he often has before: with a sound spanking. But on this occasion, she settles onto his lap to savor her punishment under his strong hands only soon to find herself in the throes of a very loud orgasm. When questioned, she is forced to admit that she has always been hopelessly aroused by the discipline her boss administers. Now that all feelings are out in the open, will this day prove a nightmare or fulfill the fantasy she has never allowed herself to believe was possible?
Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Asheville's good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researcher's experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy - along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild - she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctor's highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.

In the wake of his success, Dr. Asheville's lab is moving to a private facility and he's sent Tracy to stay with his friend across town. But after weeks living in a world of eager obedience and simple pleasures, she's become dependent on the man that transformed her - and on the pleasure treatment regimen that satisfied her overcharged sex drive. Deprived of them both, the sheltered, pleasure-loving test subject soon finds herself helplessly horny and helplessly lost in the big city, trying to pretend she doesn't have a body specifically designed to make all the men around her wild with desire.

She wants to be a good girl and find Dr. Asheville's friend, but soon she'll be unable to resist even the most casual advances, and it's only a matter of time before someone comes along to take advantage of the situation.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvaceous young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

At Large is the third installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.

My skimpy clothes were clinging to me as I stepped in out of the rain. I was shivering, just a little bit, and it felt good to close the door behind me and feel the warm air of the bar wash over my chilled body, even if the mingling smells of liquor and smoke stung my nostrils just a bit. My face scrunched up at their unexpected intensity.

I looked around shyly. Immediately I felt out of place and I could see some of the men near the door turning to notice me as I stood hesitating on the threshold. Was this a mistake? Coming in here now? I hadn't been out in public since early in Dr. Vellano's treatment program – not since the changes had really started – and now I was at the center of so many unfamiliar faces with expressions that made it clear how much I stuck out. Some of them were openly appreciative or even a little predatory as they took in my appearance.

Even in a nightclub filled with men and women trying to look their best, my ripe, inviting form stood out effortlessly. The wet blouse I had been given clung to my breasts and my nipples were poking through the almost sheer cloth as though an advertisement.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.
Fresh out of college, Tracy Gelman has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she's just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. Peter Asheville. Little does the curvy young woman realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he's prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he'll be willing to share.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Becoming His Curvy Test Subject follows Tracy's transformation into a willing sex toy over the course of the three part series, now combined in a single volume.

I lived in a rhythmic haze, at times completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn't about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a voluptuous sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Samprez and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn't immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn't have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Samprez were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my welcoming body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Samprez in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn't want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn't care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, nipple torture, degradation, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Melissa has been meeting her dom irregularly for the better part of 3 months. She has never experienced anything as powerful, fulfilling, or seductive as her submission to the mysterious Mr. A. But their meetings are sporadic and she is desperate for more. Tormented by needs she never knew she had and which only he can satisfy, she searches the nearby residential areas until she glimpses him through an open window. She approaches the house, prepared to beg for more, only to uncover an unwelcome surprise and reap the penalties and pleasures of her disobedient arrival.

"Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. What am I going to do with you?"
A lump caught in my throat. How I wanted this man for my own. How I wanted to give myself to him every minute of every day, totally, absolutely, and without reservation. If we were together, if we shared a home, he could bring anyone he wanted into it. I would never complain. But life was not so kind.
"Whatever you want, sir," I said quietly, feeling a little sorry for myself.
He snorted in amusement and turned and seated himself on the couch. The room smelled of him. I breathed it in and savored it.
"Come here," he instructed, patting the base of the couch where he sat.
I hurried forward and sank to the ground at his feet. I curled myself around his strong calves, pressing them into my soft, conforming body, and laid my cheek against his knee. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as he stroked my hair fondly. My own hand returned to my groin.
"You knew I wouldn't want you to come here, didn't you?" he asked.
I knew it was a dangerous question, no matter how sympathetic his tone might sound, but I could not lie to him. "Yes, sir."
"I see." He continued to stroke my head thoughtfully. "And how long have you been looking for me like this. Driving around, I mean."
"I don't set out to, sir," I explained in a rush. "I just, I am going somewhere and I get distracted and before I know it I am driving slowly through block after block. I almost don't admit to myself what I'm doing, but I - I mean, it just happens, sir."
"How long has it just been happening?"
"A month, maybe. Maybe a little longer."
His fingers knotted in my hair and bent my head around, forcing my neck into a painful angle so that I was looking up at him. That was how he was with me. Sometimes it would not occur to him to ask me to do something. He would just make my body do what he wanted it to. I looked up into his eyes, fearful but accepting of whatever punishment he gave me.
"Things can't continue like this," he said, holding my face close to his. "Do you understand why?"
With difficulty, I nodded.
"If I can't trust you with this simple boundary, then what trust is there at all? We might as well not know each other."
Through my eyes alone I tried to communicate how sorry I felt and how awful the idea of not knowing him sounded. I wanted him to know that I understood why he was unhappy and that I was a thousand times unhappier for being the one who had caused this. And yet, I had not meant to. I could not help it.
"So this is what we're going to do, Melissa. I'm going to show you how bad an idea it is for you to come here, and if you are good and if you learn your lesson - if I see you really trying to learn your lesson - then I will give you something to help you make it until the next time I can see you. Does that sound reasonable?"
I nodded gratefully. Everything felt so much better when he established a direction for us. He was going to punish me, and then he was going to help me. The guilt and shame at having come here was lessened by the knowledge that I would pay for the transgression. It was a mistake, but he would address it and we would move on. That was all that needed to happen. I knew that whatever he did would be the right thing.
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