Smut Stories

Snipets I // Teacher x Rebellious Student (bxb)

AN: This is just small bits of a possible story... I would love some feedback as to whether I should continue or not. Sorry for the incoherency, just bits of smut 😂.

Warnings for teacher x student, slight violence, spanking.

PSA I don't condone anything that happens in these stories as it is abusive behaviour, however it is just fiction. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE.

"You know what this means." he said, with his stone-cold expression. "Bend over."
Oliver did, his member rock hard in his trousers.
Dern slid the boys pants down and stood dominantly over him in silence.
He grabbed his ruler off his desk and inspected it in his hands.
"Now, Mr. Frenchman." the man said gazing almost hungrily at the submissive student in front of him. "I want you to count."
Oliver's breathe caught in his throat. His heart was pumping quickly, his cock already throbbing.
"Y-Yes sir" he said in a faint voice.
Dern lined the ruler up on Oliver's ass, aiming to strike. Within a millisecond, the first blow hit.

Tremors of pain erupted through Oliver's body. It was near-impossible to keep silent.
"One" he said faintly.
The professor smirked and mercilessly laid the ruler on him for a second time. Oliver did everything he could do to keep his hips from bucking. He was sweating profusely.
"Two."
Smack.
"Three"
Smack.
Tears of pleasure.
"Four"
Smack.
They were getting faster.
The strikes had escalated into a quick, constant, violent pattern.
Oliver could have came from this alone. He stopped counting.

Unexpectedly, Dern struck painfully with his hand, and said scornfully in the boy's ear.
"I told you to fucking count."

By reflex, Oliver instantly spun around and grabbed his professor's hand.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he said defiantly, looking straight into the man's eyes.

As quickly as he, Dern grabbed the boy's shirt and pushed him up against the blackboard.

"How dare you talk to a professor like that." he breathed, infuriated.
For the first time since he came here, there was fear in Oliver's eyes.

"I'm a pervert, am I? Well by the sound of your breath, you enjoyed that punishment much more than me."

He dropped Oliver, still staring him dead in the eyes.
"Get out of this classroom."

Oliver went briskly; fearful, and astounded.

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"We're done."

"We're not."

"Do not back talk to me."

"You want me just as much as I want you."

"Shut up, you brat."

"Make me."

Dern lunged for him, and pinned him against the wall, breathing heavily.
And kissed him.
It wasn't romantic. Not like Oscar's, but, when thinking about it late at night, Oliver never expected it to be. He jammed his lips onto the boy's; lost, in a tidal wave of passion.
Oliver kissed back. Hard.
They stood there against the wall, for, in reality, a couple of seconds, mouths clashed, tongues in battle.
And then the professor broke off. And hit him.
Oliver stayed with his head turned sideways, stinging. He was stunned.
He turned back, looking the man in the eyes.
And kicked at his knee.
Dern stumbled back, releasing Oliver from the wall. He grabbed the back of his student's head, locking his fingers tightly into his curls, and yanked the boy towards himself. They were now face to face.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be fucking screaming for mercy."
Oliver said with a smirk: "I don't believe you."

Dern once again smashed his lips onto Oliver's, still with his hands on the boys head. The boy slid his hands up his professor's back, and onto his head, to pull him impossibly closer. Dern bit Oliver's lip, then chin, then neck, making his way down with not-so-gentle love bites. Oliver moaned as he managed to hit all of his sweet spots.
Suddenly, Dern lifted his head out of his student's neck. He pulled Oliver's hair back, making him smaller, and glared.
He said in a soft, cruel voice: "Turn around."