| Author: | Terra Stella | ISBN: | 9781501427701 |
| Publisher: | Terra Stella Erotica | Publication: | January 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Terra Stella |
| ISBN: | 9781501427701 |
| Publisher: | Terra Stella Erotica |
| Publication: | January 7, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When an invisibility spell turns Celine into an accidental exhibitionist, she's pulled into her seductive but serious minded professor's office for a student-teacher conference. To prove she didn't flash the class on purpose, she might have to expose herself to the sexy Professor Langford. Her grade is on the line and her professor's patience is running thin. If she doesn't find out what went wrong, she could face the ultimate punishment.
What's a little skin between academic professionals? Yet the professor's interests are more carnal than professional. And there's still the matter of punishment for disrupting his class...
This short story meant for adults only contains an exhibitionist, a professor who loves spanking, and first time anal.
Excerpt: "Yes, it was an honest mistake, but everything has consequences. Your fluke had an effect on the rest of the class. Myself included." His words sent chills through my body. All the same, a sting of heat rushed into my cheeks and a tingling warmth surged between my legs. "From the look on your face, I'd say you know exactly what I mean by that."
I shook my head, lying through my teeth. This whole conference had taken a totally inappropriate turn. All the same I felt the telltale wetness oozing between my thighs. Thank God I was sitting and my clothes were now visible.
"What do you think we should do about this, Celine?"
I crossed my legs unconsciously. My mind scrambled through a fog of confusion and lust. He was crossing the line. I should have left right there.
"Oh, I don't know. You're the professor. You tell me what my punishment should be." No. That's not what I meant to say. Or rather, it wasn't what I should have said, but the words came from me as if by their own accord. What happened to the tempted but chaste professor I'd been speaking with before? What happened to the upright student I thought I had always been? Everything seemed so backwards now, spiraling out of control. Yet I craved the chaos.
Professor Langford's eyes narrowed and a mysterious smile crossed his lips. He rose from his desk and made his way towards me. I didn't even have to look at his crotch to know what was going on down there.
The feel of his hands on my shoulders snapped me back to reality. "Stand up," he commanded. I obeyed on slow and unsteady legs. He pushed my chair aside.
"Hands on the desk and bend over, Miss Brooks."
Once again, I followed his command. I could feel him looming over, his body heat pressing against me. His scent, musk tinged with a hint of sage, flooded my senses. He lingered there, perhaps taking in the view, before I felt a strong hand grab my backside.
It wasn't a gentle caress. His fingers dug into my pert flesh, feeling, kneading, and relishing the firm softness of my rear end. I inched closer so he could cop as much of a feel as he wanted.
Then he released me from his grip and slipped his hand beneath my skirt. He pushed it upward until he flipped the hem up and over my hips, fully exposing my backside and gleaming white panties to him.
"Are you ready for your punishment now?"
"Yes, Professor," I breathed.
When an invisibility spell turns Celine into an accidental exhibitionist, she's pulled into her seductive but serious minded professor's office for a student-teacher conference. To prove she didn't flash the class on purpose, she might have to expose herself to the sexy Professor Langford. Her grade is on the line and her professor's patience is running thin. If she doesn't find out what went wrong, she could face the ultimate punishment.
What's a little skin between academic professionals? Yet the professor's interests are more carnal than professional. And there's still the matter of punishment for disrupting his class...
This short story meant for adults only contains an exhibitionist, a professor who loves spanking, and first time anal.
Excerpt: "Yes, it was an honest mistake, but everything has consequences. Your fluke had an effect on the rest of the class. Myself included." His words sent chills through my body. All the same, a sting of heat rushed into my cheeks and a tingling warmth surged between my legs. "From the look on your face, I'd say you know exactly what I mean by that."
I shook my head, lying through my teeth. This whole conference had taken a totally inappropriate turn. All the same I felt the telltale wetness oozing between my thighs. Thank God I was sitting and my clothes were now visible.
"What do you think we should do about this, Celine?"
I crossed my legs unconsciously. My mind scrambled through a fog of confusion and lust. He was crossing the line. I should have left right there.
"Oh, I don't know. You're the professor. You tell me what my punishment should be." No. That's not what I meant to say. Or rather, it wasn't what I should have said, but the words came from me as if by their own accord. What happened to the tempted but chaste professor I'd been speaking with before? What happened to the upright student I thought I had always been? Everything seemed so backwards now, spiraling out of control. Yet I craved the chaos.
Professor Langford's eyes narrowed and a mysterious smile crossed his lips. He rose from his desk and made his way towards me. I didn't even have to look at his crotch to know what was going on down there.
The feel of his hands on my shoulders snapped me back to reality. "Stand up," he commanded. I obeyed on slow and unsteady legs. He pushed my chair aside.
"Hands on the desk and bend over, Miss Brooks."
Once again, I followed his command. I could feel him looming over, his body heat pressing against me. His scent, musk tinged with a hint of sage, flooded my senses. He lingered there, perhaps taking in the view, before I felt a strong hand grab my backside.
It wasn't a gentle caress. His fingers dug into my pert flesh, feeling, kneading, and relishing the firm softness of my rear end. I inched closer so he could cop as much of a feel as he wanted.
Then he released me from his grip and slipped his hand beneath my skirt. He pushed it upward until he flipped the hem up and over my hips, fully exposing my backside and gleaming white panties to him.
"Are you ready for your punishment now?"
"Yes, Professor," I breathed.
