M/m spanking Stories

I walked downstairs, the house warm, as promised, and within a short time, I stood by the study door. Checking again that I looked presentable, I knocked and entered to find Professor Nevis behind his desk, reading a research paper. He looked up, his gaze instantly sharpening as it swept over me. The detached academic vanished, replaced by an intensity that pinned me to the spot. His eyes lingered on the stark white cotto...

I was sitting in the Eagle, enjoying a well-earned pint, having just submitted my recent assignment as part of my PhD, when my professor, Professor William Nevis, walked in and saw me sitting in the snug to his left. He smiled warmly and gestured towards the seat opposite me as if asking permission to sit down. I nodded enthusiastically as he walked over and sat down. He was wearing a tweed jacket with leather patches on...

Mr. Mercer woke to the sound of the alarm clock's shrill beep, piercing the early morning silence. He groaned and swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath his bare feet. The curtains were drawn, allowing only a sliver of sunlight to peek through, painting the wall with a soft, golden glow. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee guiding h...