I am looking for friends close to my age, though romantically I’d prefer her to be a little older..
I can switch around if the time comes, but I want to be mostly nurtured by my partner. I’m not gullible and can do things on my own, but I do like the help <3
Wanna buy super cute lingerie and walk around the house wearing it, teasing my future wife 24/7 until she decides to bend me over the table, spank me and fuck me dumb with her strap 𝜗ৎ
Your Professor needs a helping hand with her final project. In return, she offers to mentor you with something you enjoy. What a surprise it is when she references your sapphic erotica.
Spanking r!receiving, praise, bratty reader, aftercare, sorta mean top, banter.
WLW Fiction | NSFW
WC : 2.7k+
Part 3 , Part 1 Here
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“Follow me,” Miss Keagen beckons.
She takes me down the hallway. Paintings danced along the walls, all sorts of colors, but a deep crimson color soaked more than half of them. As we got closer and closer to the end of the hall, my nerves got heightened. Her steps slowed, and she briefly looked behind her to see if I was still following. She opened the door to a room, regular-looking from the outside, but when it opened, my heart sank right through the tiled floor.
There were red sheer curtains hanging from every wall, completely covering the perimeter. A mirror for a ceiling and 2 huge closets. A huge king-sized bed with silk sheets and a comforter to match. On the headboard, there were hooks, 3 of them. Right, Middle, and Left. And at the foot of the bed, there were hooks too, but only 2 instead of 3. The light was illuminated from the perimeters of the ceiling, a bright white, but since everything else in the room was red, it still held a red hue when you looked at it overall.
In front of the bed, there was a seat kind of thing. It looked like there could be storage inside of it, but the more I looked, the more I realized it doesn’t open; it's just the design of it that makes it appear that way.
“Like what you see?” Leanna takes me out of my trance with her seductive tone.
“Yea its..” I trail off slightly to find the perfect word. “It's very intriguing. I mean the attention to detail is insane. Everything in this room looks so thought out.”
“Thank you, honey, I've been working on it for 2 years. I wanted everything to be perfect and accessible.” I mean, there was even a full-sized fridge in here, but it did blend in well with the rest of the furniture.
“What is your favorite food, baby?” I think for a moment. I mean I do LOVE a good burger, but from time to time I like something lighter and less greasy. Thinking back to what I had this morning, I quickly answer. “Avocadoes.” She squints her eyes slightly at my answer, obviously not expecting that answer.
“Hmm, I never thought it would be your favorite, but I don't blame you, especially because of how versatile it could be.” I nod wholeheartedly, agreeing. There is truly so much you can do with an avocado. Avocado toast, avocado on a burger, avocado on a regular sandwich, avocado with eggs, avocado in a Caesar salad. I mean, who doesn't love avocados?
“Ok, well I need you to remember that, okay? The word avocado. I need you to use it whenever you are feeling too overwhelmed and want to stop. Even if it's just a break because it is simply too much, you just say avocado, and it all stops.” She is looking in my eyes, her irises dancing around her desire-filled pupils, but somewhere in between them there is a sternness like she wants me to hear exactly what she is saying due to the importance of it.
“Avocado. Got it,” I repeat after her. She nods her head affirmingly before turning around and grabbing something from her closet. When she opened it, I managed to take a peek inside. There were boxes all the same size, and all throughout the closet. They were made of dark oak wood with carved-out lettering to describe what was inside each of them.
The box that she opened was labeled, “ointments.” She took a small bottle out and slid the box back to its original state, then Leanna closed the closet door. A smile crept onto her face as she turned around to meet my eyes.
She walked to the foot of the bed and sat on the seat-like comforter in front of it. “Come here, lie on my lap and use the rest of the bench for support if you need.
Confusion soared through my body. Did she want me to lie on my stomach or on my back? I don't know what kind of punishment she is inquiring. “Leanna, am I supposed to lie on my stomach?” My eyebrows contorted into a confused expression, and she just laughed slightly, not in a teasing way; she just found the way you asked adorable.
“Yes, my love, come here. I'll help you position yourself.” She held her hand out for me, and I walked closer to her. I sat down on the bench beside her first, then she tugged me slightly forward over her. My stomach was pressed against her thighs. My legs were held up by the end, and my upper body on the other side of it. My face heated up when I finally put together what she was going to do. She was going to spank me. This was a common punishment in the sapphic erotica I read, and it always left me rubbing my legs together chasing subtle relief. “I’m gonna spank you 5 times, and I want you to count out loud. If I don't hear you before 5 seconds pass, we will restart. Got it?” I nod, a bit nervous.
“Now we are gonna do 6 since you didn't listen when I told you to use your words.” Her tone was strict, but there was an undertone of teasing. She was obviously having way more fun than I currently was.
“Okay, okay, Ill count,” I say, annoyed. She's picking at every little thing I do, almost like she's making up any reason just to punish me.
“Fix the attitude before I fix it for you.”Leanna spits. I stay silent after that because if I say anything, she's probably gonna add 20 more spanks, and I would like to sit comfortably tomorrow. She lifts my skirt up; I can feel the cool air on my bare bottom as well as my thong that's sunk between them. She starts with simply running her hands up and down my legs. Her fingers danced perfectly on my erogenous zones, almost like she's been studying for this her whole life.
I know she's the professor for anatomy, but I've never seen her put her skills to use this good until now. “Your skin is so soft, princess.” My stomach flutters at the pet name. “Thanks,” I say with my eyes closed as I enjoy the feeling of her light touch.
Before I can register what's happening, a hand comes beaming down on my ass, making me jolt in shock and pain. “What the fuck?” I didn't even have a chance to get ready, no warning, no nothing.
“You really don’t listen, do you? And here I was thinking you’d follow all my directions as quickly as I've given them to you.” Leanna sighed in fake disappointment before she continued, “But I don't mind. Still 6 to go since you didn't count.”
“But I wasn’t even prepared; how is that fair?” I challenged. She laughed. “You should've been prepared the moment I lifted your skirt up and had your full ass on display.”
Again, without warning, another hard smack came down with even more force, stinging worse than the first one. Before I could register the pain and complain further, my practical judgement took the lead. “One,” I winced out.
“Such a good girl. I knew you could be good for me.” The sudden change in tone left my mind swirling. She was so strict a second ago, but now she's being all nice and filling the room with praises. My face heated up, and there was a warmth in my core from the exchange.
Then she struck me again; I yelped this time. It seems like each hit got more painful, but I'm not sure if it's because she's adding more force or if it's because she's hitting me in the same spot; either way, I quickly blurt out “Two” before my thoughts cause me to slip.
She rubs the spots her hand had just collided with. So soft it almost makes me forget where I am. Almost. Because before I know it, her hand meets the same tender skin. “Fuck your bei-” “Three.” I'm really trying to watch my temper here, but something about pain being inflicted on me makes me radiate with anger, especially in times where I can’t immediately retaliate.
“Did you wanna say something, angel? I'm all ears, baby.” I roll my eyes at her teasing tone and take a deep breath to stop my urge to say something back.
“I'm talking,” WACK, “ to you.”
She hits me mid-sentence; my mind almost races between answering her question or counting, but I just count because it's what I've been doing this whole time. “Four.” Immediately after I splurt, “No, I don't have anything to say.” My voice is shaky, and my eyes are now brimming with saline from the overwhelming feeling of frustration due to not being able to retaliate, as well as the stinging on my left cheek.
“My baby is doing so well, taking what I'm giving her and not complaining.” She's egging me on, toying with me. She wants me to argue with her. I'm not stupid, so I just stay quiet with my eyes closed, waiting for the next strike to land. She's running her hands on my back now; the sensation is off-puttingly comforting.
I ease into it, and it makes my heart swell; I don’t like getting spanked as much as I thought I would. It truly is a punishment. I'm so overwhelmed with this; I just want to cry, but I'm fighting my own mind because I don't want to give her the satisfaction of being the one to break me down.
Another hit lands in the exact same spot as the previous times. I whimper on impact, and I bite back whines that I so badly want to let out. “Five.” My voice was weak now, the knot in my throat altering the sound of my voice.
“Just one more, pretty baby, then we're all done, okay?” Her voice was so sweet; she knew how to make me feel better even if it was just for a second, but the tone in her voice caused the tears to leave my eyes.
The last hit came down, softer than the rest, but it still hurt the same amount due to the now sensitive area. “Six,” I said it so low I'm wondering if she heard me; it makes me panic because she might make me start over. My worries were slowly eased when she began speaking.
“You did so well, baby, such a good job.” Her hands were now opening the bottle she took from the cabinet earlier. I felt the petroleum-like substances coat the tender area on my cheek. It had some sort of cooling effect, and it immediately made the spot feel better. I cried at the sensation and the softness at which she rubbed me.
A hiccup escaped my lips, and it caused her ears to spring up. “My poor baby, come here.” She swiftly moved me so I was sitting on her lap. My head on her chest and her hands running up and down my body comfortingly.
“I'm sorry, I know I d- didn’t listen,” so caught up in my own emotions. The overwhelming feeling leaking out of me.
She puts her hand on my chin and cups it so I'm looking at her. “You've already apologized by taking the spanking so well; there is no need for you to apologize again. You did such a good job, and I want you to know that I’m not angry at you. Not one bit.” She places kisses all over my face, warming my heart and easing my tears. She wipes them with her thumb and rocks me softly. My mind starts feeling cloudy, and exhaustion weighs heavily on me, anxiety creeping in as well.
“Do you want to continue today or do you want to sleep?” I couldn't continue if I wanted to; my brain was mush, and my feelings were all over the place. The only thing I wanted was for her to hold me until I felt fine again.
“Can we stay like this for a little?” She sees the tiredness in my face and the way my nose was slightly puffed out due to my crying. My lips were damp with the tears that had trickled down my face. Leanna wouldn’t be continuing tonight, not sexually anyway. She realizes you need to be tended to, clearly new to all of these feelings. Looking over my state, my eyes were closed, but she knew I wasn't sleeping, just soaking in the moment as she held you so very tight; she realized I’m experiencing a sudden adrenaline drop, which is why my emotions are so scattered.
More whimpers left my body, and a brief shiver took over me occasionally. My face was now nuzzled into her neck; I needed closeness. I feel her lifting us up and walking out the room. Now I'm in another one, completely different from the previous one. It smells exactly like her. She sits me on her couch in the corner, then gets up. I'm about to protest, wanting to be right next to her, but she quickly calms me.
“I'm gonna be right back, my love. I just have to get you some things, okay?” Her voice is so trusting, and her facial expressions are etched with concern.
As Leanna walked to the kitchen, she wondered if she had gone a little overboard. She knew you were new to this by your reactions at her touch, but she didn’t know how new. Grabbing a cold water, a bag of fudge striped cookies, and a pair of pajamas, Leanna headed back to the room.
She saw me hugging myself, looking for some sort of comfort, and she hurriedly came to my side. “Baby? I have some water for you.” My eyes lit up when I realized she was back in the room. She sat right next to me with other things in hand, as I drank the water. After I'd had quite a bit, she showed me a pair of pajamas.
“These are cute; are they for me?” My voice small and shy. “Yes, my love, put your hands up for me, please.”
I do as she says, not having a protest bone in my body due to my current state. She dresses me, taking her time and making sure everything fits comfortably.
“Okay, I also have cookies. I saw you eat these a few times, so I know you like them.” She kisses my forehead afterwards.
“I'm not really hungry; I'm just tired, Leanna,” her name slipping from my lips like she's the only thing on the planet. Okay baby lemme get you ready for bed. She lifts me up and brings me into her bathroom. She sets me on the counter next to the sink and goes into the cabinet to grab a small towel and a new toothbrush. She soaks the brush in water and adds toothpaste on top.
“Open for me, princess, lemme brush those pretty teeth.” Her brushing my teeth for me was truly the icing on the cake. It made me tear up again, her tenderness and consideration making my soul light up. I blinked them away before they had a chance to fall. After she was done brushing my teeth, she wet the towel with warm water and wiped my face with it. Cleaning up my dried tears and the drool that had spilled out from my yelps earlier. She showed me a moisturizer as if asking me if I was okay with it.
Crazy enough, it was the exact same one I use at home, so I nod with tired eyes. She puts the lotion on my face, then washes her hands and dries them with the hand towel. She picks me up once again and brings me back in the bedroom. Tucking me under the covers as well as her own self. She snuggles me, and I can see her face; she's so beautiful. The way she tended to me today makes every single atom in her body that much more alluring. “Thank you” voice filled with lethargy. She coos at me and kisses me all over my face, leaving a final one on my lips. “Of course, my princess, anything for you.” I take one last look at her. She doesn't seem tired at all. I wonder if she'll stay up after I sleep. I'll ask her tomorrow, but right now the only thing I want to do is drift into the abyss.
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AN : I'm a sucker for aftercare. ;) I'll always double down on it. If there's mistakes lmk sometimes I read too fast :/
Your Professor needs a helping hand with her final project. In return, she offers to mentor you with something you enjoy. What a surprise it is when she references your sapphic erotica.
WLW Fiction | NSFW
WC : 2.5k+
Part 2, Part 1 Here
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Ms Keagen ended up giving me her number and told me she’d text me when she was coming to pick me up. I still think this is some sort of sick prank. I mean, yeah, she said it wasn’t, but come on, why would she ask me? She's literally a professor and has probably hundreds of other people she could have asked, like, I don't know, maybe the fucking arts professor? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.
I go to feed my cat his can of Royal Canin cat food, and what do you know? It spills all over me, so now I smell like a fish market. I try to change my pants, but the smell still lingers, so I just hop in the shower.
1 Notification
Unsaved Number: What hall are you in? - Ms.k
She texts me right as I hop out. My towel wrapped around my body, and my shower shoes still wet. I don't know if I should answer right away because I don't want her to think I've been sitting around waiting for her. I'll just text her after I'm done getting dressed.
I go into my underwear drawer. “Jeez, I really have to do laundry.” I only have a few panties left, and of course they're the slutty ones I put off for special occasions, or in this case, when I run out of my regulars. Sighing, I pull out my light pink lacy thong. The bra that matches literally has holes where the nipples are, and I think that's way too much for today, so I'll just go braless.
I can't think straight; the message is still heavy in my thoughts. I'll just answer right now so I can stop thinking about it.
Me: Silikin Hall
Right as I'm about to put my phone down, it dings.
Unsaved Number : Be there in an hour ;)
This time I save her number before putting my phone down. An hour? Omg, I don't even know what to wear to something like this. I mean, sure, we’ll just be in her house, but idk she's so perfect, and I don't want to look like I didn't think twice before I came over.
When I finally figure out what to wear, my room is a mess with clothes on every square inch of the floor, my cat playing with the spaghetti strap on one of my tank tops.
I settled on something similar to what I was wearing earlier, but more casual. A white knitted sweater and a dark brown pleated skirt. I'll just wear the leg warmers and boots from earlier since there wasn't any cat food on them.
Now my makeup. I mean, I don't want to do too much, but I want to look put together. So I settled on a no-makeup makeup look with a little extra blush.
Ms. Keagan: Here
My heart is pounding, my hands are clammy. Taking a deep breath, I grab my bag and head out the door. She's parked right in front of the hall, her car a light gray Mazda with pink interior seats. She gets out of the car as I step closer. She walks over to the other side and opens my door. My cheeks heat up, and my vision jumps to the floor.
“Thanks”
“Of course, sweetheart. Ready to go?”
“Yeah”
The drive is quiet shes asks a few questions, but they die out pretty quickly. After about 8 minutes, the car pulls into a garage.
“Don't forget your bag,” She reminds
I nod. Her house almost cottage looking. Made of wooden logs and greens all over the exterior. She has berry plants outside blooming nicely, even though it's the start of winter. I’ll ask her about that later.
She puts her key in the door and holds it open for me. I hear it shut behind me, and her presence is almost suffocating. I can't move an inch without thinking about it first. Why am I so nervous?
“I'm gonna change out my work clothes; the bathroom is right here, and you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”
I nod, scared I might trip over my words. I blink, and she's gone.
I set my bag on the white couch centered in the living room. Her Mainecoon curled in a ball in the corner. I look in the fridge for a glass of water in hopes it calms my nerves.
Sitting on the couch now, I wait impatiently for her to come back. The minutes feel like hours. Soon enough, I hear the soft steps of her slippers making their way towards me. When I see her, my heart skips a beat. She has on a red and white lounge set that's comfy but still very cute on her.
Ms. Keagen goes into the fridge, then looks back at me. “How rude of me, I should've given you water before I left.”
“It's okay, I don't mind,” I blurt
She gets her one glass, then walks over to me, sitting centimeters away from me. I feel the heat of her body. It makes my heart speed up.
Then she leans over and pulls something out from under the coffee table. It's a stack of papers and her laptop.
She's about to say something but stops when her eyes meet mine. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
I shake my head, her proximity shrinking me. “You look a bit wary. Is this something you actually want to do? No hard feelings if it isn't.”
My fingers find the nails of my opposite hand. A nervous quirk. “Yea, I do. It's just my first time doing something like this, so I'm a little nervous.”
She smiles softly. “Don’t worry my pretty girl. I'm not expecting you to be Picasso; I just need a little help.”
“Okay” Is all I can muster up. She begins shuffling through the papers. “Okay, so I need to find an art-related topic and talk about how it has impacted history throughout the years.”
I think for a moment. I'm not really good with history, but I do know a lot about the Renaissance era. “Well, you could use the Renaissance art era. It's pretty famous, and there is a lot of research you can cover easily. You could start off by describing what it is and how it differed from other art styles during that time. Then go on to say how some of the art told stories for modern day researches and unlocked things we couldn’t find through old scriptures.”
She smiles. Hard. I mean full teeth, like I just told her she won a million dollars. “You're a genius. I knew I was right about asking you,” she glees.
My own smile crept up my face after hearing the compliment. “Thank you. I've actually written an essay on it last year for my global class. If you want, I can forward it to you. It's pretty much a summary of the whole era, and I think there are things in it that you can add to your own paper.”
“Yes, pretty, I would like that a lot.”
We continue like this for about 3 hours, and she completes about 7 pages before deciding to call it done for today.
“Are you hungry?” She asks, already getting up and walking to the kitchen before I get a chance to answer. “Well, not really. I ate after my last class, and I have dinner in my fridge waiting for me,” I say loosely. My nerves were very obviously tamed after the time passed.
“Okay, let me put these papers away really quick.” She walks back over to me, bending over to put her laptop and the stack of papers back in the drawer. Her shirt is lifting a little, and her red panties are peeking out of her pants. My legs press together at the image.
When she's done, she looks back at me, “Wanna watch something?” I nod, still very flustered from the sight just previously passed.
She puts on a movie I've never heard of and sits next to me. This time, there's no space between us; her thighs are pressed against mine.
“Have you heard of this movie? It's been number one on Netflix all week” She asks.
“No,” I start, “I don't really watch movies. I'm more of a series kind of girl.”
She lets out a laugh. A short and sweet one. “Oh really, and what other kinds of girl are you, hmm?” Voice dropping an octave and her eyes wandering over my body. If she wasn't next to me, I'd fall to the floor and disintegrate into the tiles.
“Umm, I'm not sure what you mean, Miss.”
She smirks, “You don't have to call me miss; you can call me by my name, Leanna.” Her name suits her so well.
“Leanna? I think that's a really pretty name” I say, cringing in my head. Why would I say I think? Now it seems backhanded.
“Well, I think…” she trails off for just a second. “You're a really pretty girl,” her eyes not leaving mine. Her tongue sticks out slightly to coat her bottom lip, so subtle that if I blinked, I would've missed it.
“Thank you, I think you're beautiful.”
She smiles, but the smile isn't a soft one. It's a dark one, matching her eyes, they're almost hazy, and she's peering at me so intensely I almost moan at the sight of her.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Maybe it's time for your lesson, hmm? What do you think?”
“Umm, yeah, okay,” I say dryly, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while my insides are boiling.
Leanna put a finger on her lip, almost like she was using it to think. “What should I start with?” She asks herself out loud.
“Lesson One. Reception” she says slyly. Whatever the fuck that means. My brain is literally turning to mush by the second.
“I'm gonna touch you, but I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Got it?” Her tone is serious; there is no room for banter, just her word, and that's it.
“Okay, I can do that,” my hands fiddling again.
She puts her hand on my thigh, and the feeling is like a fire igniting. My thighs squeeze together subconsciously, and I hear a very low groan leave her lips. “So responsive,” She whispers to herself. Then her hands lightly graze up and down my thigh, always stopping right before where I want them the most.
“You let me know if it gets too much, okay, princess?”
“I will,” I say; it comes out almost like a whine because I'm genuinely melting in the couch.
I see her think for a moment, then one of her thighs comes up and over mine, straddling me. She looks into my eyes. Fuck she's so pretty. I don't even know how I got here. Then she leans down, sending small kisses from my ear to my neck. My fists are clenching into themselves. I need something to hold, but she said to keep my hands to myself.
She starts licking my neck lightly. A moan wrings itself out. I feel her thigh tighten a little around mine, but they recover quickly. Her licks become sucks. “Leanna–” She pulls the skin with her teeth, slowly releasing it as she lifts her head. “Yes, my baby?” She dips back down into my neck, doing the same thing, but now she's rubbing my arms. The sensation is so much, especially since I can't touch her. “Fuck, It's so–” I start, unable to finish when her teeth sink deeper into my neck. Her hands graze over my chest, sliding over my nipples, then back to my arms. “Please,” I say.
“Please, what hmm? Talk to me, what do you want?” Her voice is right next to my ear, and the vibration from the sound makes me grind up against her. “No baby, don't get greedy or I'll have to punish you.”
My thoughts are nothing holy. I just wanna touch her, even if it's just to hold her, but I can't. She won't let me. Leanna licks where she bit, soothing the skin before coming up and looking at me.
“You gonna be good for me?” Her voice sultry and flushed.
“I'll be good, I promise, but can I please just touch you?” She smirks, and then her expression softens, her tone becoming soft but laced with banter. “Aww, my baby begging already? Such a good girl. I haven't even taught you that yet.” She presses a kiss to my forehead before continuing. “But no, honey, you're gonna have to be patient for me, okay?”
I bite my lip to keep from moaning at her teasing tone. Something about her playfully sarcastic compliments is making me hot. So instead of speaking, I just nod. “I'll let it slide this time because I can see you're falling apart, but next time I ask you something, you answer with words.” Her smirk is gone, now replaced with a stern expression.
Her lips suddenly meet mine; it's slow at first, simply finding a rhythm, then it gets hungrier, her hands roaming my body with purpose. My legs rub together to try and relieve the ache that's so tightly wound between them. Her hands find my breast again, but this time they stay there, softly massaging them. I squeeze my hands so hard I can feel my fingernails dig into my palm. The sting is only adding to the plethora of sensations. I moan into her mouth, and her hips buck at the sound.
She's rubbing my nipples through the sweater with precision, the knitted fabric adding to the feeling. I’m squirming under her and unable to keep my hips still. “Leanna– let me touch you– p- please,” I moan into her mouth. In a few minutes, I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself, but I'm doing everything I can to try.
“Patience,” She says softly before kissing me again, this time her tongue dancing with mine perfectly. The sloppiness of the kiss leaves some saliva dripping down the side of my chin. She goes down to lick it and makes her way to my neck again. This time, there is no subtlety; she immediately starts with intensity and teeth. When she bites down, I moan loudly. “Fuck-I-I can’t keep–” I stammer.
“Yes, you can, you're gonna take what I give you like a good girl,” She says into my ears before dipping down again into my neck. Her hands lazily search for the bottom of my sweater, going under it and slowly leading them upwards, spending time in each area for a while. First, my stomach, then her hands dance on my ribs before tracing lines on the underside of my braless breasts, finally dragging her thumb lightly against my nipple while simultaneously biting into my neck. I scream at the abruptness of it all, and I grab her waist, simply looking for something to hold on to. She pauses immediately. Then looks up at me.
“Oh baby, I didn't think it'd be so soon, but lesson 2: discipline.”
