Corporal Punishment

By Trudy Judd

It's her first day at college, and Deena wants to learn about more than books. She's always craved to learn more about the urges of her body and the taboo secrets of sex. When her professor catches her playing with a wooden paddle, Deena knows it will either be her worst punishment ever, or her greatest reward. He’s handsome, older, and seems to know about more than just academic subjects.

The question is, can he teach her all the kinkiest things she’s ever fantasized about?

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

(Part One of a ten part series; Parts One through Five will be bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Warnings for BDSM, girl on girl action, and multiple partners.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diamond Print Press
• Release date: Nov 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310845437

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Deena and the Professor

Part One: Corporal Punishment

Trudy Judd

© Trudy Judd 2015

Diamond Print Press

Deena squirmed in her seat, stifling a moan.

Of all the horrible timing! It was the first day of class, the first day that she was actually sitting in a college classroom, and her body seemed to think she was lying on a bed of hot coals. Or maybe immersed in warm water. Heat pooled between her thighs, making her pussy throb, making her breasts ache. She was so horny right now, it was a wonder that the whole classroom didn’t know. Deena bit her lip in frustration, scribbling a doodle on her notepad as she tried to weather the storm. It wasn’t the first time her body had done this to her. It just seemed to be getting worse all the time.

She was at a desk in a small cramped room on the second floor of the Psychology building, listening to Professor Sturm talking about the expectations for Psych 101. The professor was a handsome man, perhaps late thirties or so, with thick black hair and the most startling shade of aqua eyes. He spoke with a very slight accent, maybe German or eastern European. It sounded sexy as hell.

Unlike some of the other teachers she’d met so far today, he didn’t go in for the whole suit and tie thing. Close-fitting black slacks and a light blue Polo shirt with the sleeves half rolled, revealing fit arms and nice slender hands. She could tell he worked out—there wasn’t the slightest bit of belly on the man. And he had a sensual smile that belonged in the bedroom.

Deena fisted her hand under the desk and pressed against the apex of her thighs, trying to push away the ache. It just wasn’t right that her teacher should be so sexy. Not when she was already having so many confusing things going on with her body.

Miss Hancock, did you have a question? Deena blushed as the professor called her name.

She shook her head. No, Professor. Except that she did have a question; several of them, in fact. What had he said about homework? She’d missed the entire lecture. She took a breath, letting it slowly, and tried to focus on her notepad. But the scribblings there could have been in Arabic for all she could read them. Her pussy throbbed.

She was a very naughty girl.

Deena knew this; had known this for