His Best Behavior

By Jere Haken

College freshman Mike gets along great with his roommate, senior Jordan, but there's something he's dying to know. Jordan likes to talk about spanking—a lot—and Mike is more than a little interested. Does Jordan have a kink he's not telling him about?

When Mike intends to get the spanking he needs from sexy history professor Dr. Ward, will Jordan confess his secret desires?

Warning: This 9.5k word M/m erotic short story features spanking and sex between two adult gay men. It contains handspanking, a bare-bottom paddling from a professor, and creative use of a wooden pointer in an empty classroom. To be enjoyed by adults only! All characters are 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jere Haken
• Release date: Nov 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301399895

Jere Haken

Jere Haken is a lifelong spanking enthusiast who enjoys stories about bright red bottoms on men and women alike. If the word "spanking" gives you that special tingle, you'll definitely want to check out stories by this author!

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His Best Behavior

Jere Haken

Copyright 2012 Jere Haken

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Dr. Ward spanked a guy once.

That was what I'd heard, anyway.

I hadn't believed it at first. People didn't get away with stuff like that. You couldn't just bend an eighteen or nineteen-year-old guy over and whale on his ass. That wasn't discipline. It was assault. Assault got you arrested. Not, however, if the guy was too embarrassed to report it.

Ugh. Students. They don't even try.

I hesitated at the door. Dr. Ward was muttering to himself again, but I'd caught those words. Maybe it wasn't the best time to go in and make my request. I shoved the permit in my backpack and started to leave.

He didn't see me, though, and something made me keep standing there in the hall, just watching him. He crumpled up a piece of paper, an essay or something maybe, and then smoothed it back out on his desk. I was pretty sure he swore, too.

God, he was so hot.

I knew that if I didn't go in and ask right then, I never would. And I knew that if I didn't, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

I cleared my throat, knocked on the door frame, and entered. He looked startled to see me. He sat up straighter and ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it. As if he could ever look anything but perfect.

Mike, he greeted as I slung my backpack into one of the chairs in front of his desk and myself into the other. You're not supposed to work today.

Um, no, I said. I sort of came to ask a favor.

A favor?

I heard the disapproval in his voice, but I reached into my bag and pulled out the form anyway and slid it across his desk.

You want to take my class? he asked, seemingly surprised by the idea.

Yes, please, I replied hopefully.

And hope I did. I had been Dr. Ward's only student worker since I started school at the end of August, and I'd lusted after him for each minute of the five hours a week I was required to work for my scholarship. Recently, my attraction to him had grown stronger, and it had everything to do with the rumors I'd heard.

The semester has already begun, he said. He tapped the wrinkled page on his desk. Classes are already in session. Papers are being written. Grades are being given.

He sat back in his chair and raised one eyebrow. His steely gaze sent a thrill up my spine. I'd never seen his stern professor face before. It made me feel deliciously nervous.

Er... Yes, I know. That… That's why I need your permission, I stammered. "See, it's a