Seduced and Spanked By… Her Lesbian Professor: A Sapphic Romantic Age Gap BDSM Erotic Novel

Seduced and Spanked by… Her Lesbian Professor A Sapphic Romantic Age Gap BDSM Erotic Novel Seduced and Spanked by Lesbians: Book Four Luna Fury Contents Content Warning Chapter One: Meet Professor Audrey Devaux Chapter Two: Three Weeks Later Chapter Three: In Professor Devaux’s Office Chapter Four: One Week Later Chapter Five: A Chance Encounter Chapter Six: Dirty Little Books Chapter Seven: Dreaming of Professor Devaux Chapter Eight: To Pursue Her Professor, or Not? Chapter Nine: A Chance Encounter Chapter Ten: A Second Chance Encounter and a Moment of Madness Chapter Eleven: Kissing the Professor Chapter Twelve: Meeting Aud Outside Chapter Thirteen: Back at the Professor’s Place Chapter Fourteen: Spanked by Her Professor Chapter Fifteen: A Bare Bottom Spanking Chapter Sixteen: Toyed and Pleasured by Her Professor Chapter Seventeen: Railed by Her Professor Chapter Eighteen: Thanking Her Professor on Her Knees Chapter Nineteen: Rimming Her Professor Chapter Twenty: Crashing Back Down to Reality Chapter Twenty-one: Confronting Professor Devaux Chapter Twenty-two: Taken in Hand by the Professor Chapter Twenty-three: An Impromptu Butt Plug Chapter Twenty-four: Emma Shows Her Gratitude Chapter Twenty-five: A Night at the Professor’s Place Chapter Twenty-six: Spanked and Plugged Chapter Twenty-seven: Whipped and Taken to Heaven Chapter Twenty-eight: Railed to Perfection Chapter Twenty-nine: Taken in the Rear Chapter Thirty: Pleasing the Professor Chapter Thirty-one: Aftercare A Polite Request Also by Luna Fury An Excerpt: Taken by the Witch Queen About Luna Fury The Legal Stuff The Front Cover Content Warning This is an erotic short story for adults. If you’re not an adult, or you didn’t realise this was erotica, please turn back now. Scenes in this book feature explicit depictions of lesbian sex, including foreplay, oral sex, squirting, bondage, blindfolding, spanking, whipping, wax play, strap-on sex, rimming, anal fingering, and anal sex. Although this story involves dominance and submission, all sex acts are consensual. All characters are aged eighteen years and over. Please note this story is written in British English rather than American English. I’m not terrible at spelling, it’s intentional. I’ll also frequently use words like bottom and knickers. Blame my upbringing. For everything. Chapter One: Meet Professor Audrey Devaux “So, how was last night?” Rebecca asked Emma as they walked side-by-side along the corridor that led to their seminar room. “Great. I had a ton of fun,” Emma said. Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Fun? Did you pull? Did you take a gorgeous lady back to your place for a night of sinful passion?” Emma laughed as she shook her head. She loved how open and direct Rebecca was, even if they’d only met so recently, only three months ago, at the start of the master’s degree they were both taking. “Sadly, no. Not that much fun. Just a night of drinking and dancing,” Emma said. “Shame,” Rebecca replied, as they reached the door of the classroom together. “Everyone needs the occasional night of no-strings fun. And a pretty girl like you should be knee deep in eager, sapphic ladies, Em.” “Thanks. But it turns out there aren’t as many queer women as I thought there’d be around these parts,” Emma said with a sigh. Emma had studied in Manchester for her undergraduate degree, where’d there’d been a thriving gay community. Meeting sapphic girls had been no problem at all, although Emma had spent most of those three years with Natalie. Until Natalie had broken her heart. Until Natalie had cheated on her, until she’d left Emma for another woman. So, after her first degree, Emma had changed scenes. She’d moved to Cornwall for her master’s to escape her misery and her lingering memories of Natalie. But it hadn’t worked. Natalie was never far from her thoughts, she was stuck in Emma’s head, and Emma hadn’t met anyone she liked since she’d moved, not even for a spot of hot but meaningless sex. She felt like she’d never get Natalie out from under her skin, that she was doomed to love her ex forever, to always pine for her, to always be alone. Rebecca pulled the door outwards, towards them. She gestured for Emma to go first. Emma stepped into the seminar room, she looked up, and Emma saw her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her chest went tight. Emma froze in place. Rebecca crashed into Emma as she followed her. “Fuck, Emma, watch out. You can’t just stop in doorways like that.” Emma snapped back to reality. “Yeah, sorry. Don’t know what came over me.” She absolutely did, though. As Emma followed Rebecca towards two free seats, she kept glancing over at the remarkable woman at the front of the room. Emma couldn’t take her eyes off her. There were three rows of tables running lengthwise down the classroom, each with ten chairs, although there were less than twenty postgrad students taking that class. Rebecca and Emma sat towards the end of the first row. Emma pulled her notebook and her pen out of her bag, but she couldn’t stop staring over at that stunning lady who was about to teach the class. She was tall and slender, with long hair that was so black it looked glossy. It was partly tied up at the back of her head with a large clip, but plenty of strands spilled loose in a way that appeared artfully relaxed and carefree. The woman, their teacher, apparently, was dressed in a black shirt that was open at the front to reveal a white vest beneath. Her dark blue jeans were tight, they were figure-hugging, they showed off slender, tapered, athletic looking legs. She had silver rings on her fingers and a silver necklace. The trace of a tattoo peaked out from beneath the cuff of her right arm. That astounding, effortlessly gorgeous woman at the front of the room exuded style and grace, but her best feature, by far, was her face. She was model pretty. So beautiful, she stunned Emma. So striking, Emma’s heart was racing, her head was suddenly light. Heat spread across Emma’s face as