All Chapters of Classroom Punishment (BDSM Series) : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Will’s P.O.V.It’s been years since the love of my life walked into my world, and since then, my life has only gotten better with each passing day.With her support, I was able to achieve everything I ever dreamed of, especially building the place I’m sitting in right now, alongside my club partners, or rather, my closest friends who turned this dream into a reality.But this isn’t just any club.It’s one of the most renowned and impeccably maintained BDSM clubs in New York. A place where judgment doesn't exist, and desire rules. Where people shed their layers of clothing, yes, but more importantly, they shed their layers of shame, fear, and pretending. Here, people come to explore and live out their deepest and most intimate fantasies.I glance through the glass wall of the meeting room on the top floor and my gaze sweeps across the entire club visible from up here. The view is nothing short of breathtaking. This was once my dream, but today it’s the reality I’m living. Damn! I feel

Will’s P.O.V. I can’t stop thinking about my professor how insanely hot she looked in that white corset top. I couldn’t take my eyes off her for even a second.Damn, I couldn’t stop imagining what she’s hiding under those clothes.And the way she reacted to my double-meaning jokes… it drove me crazy. Today, I’m sure she feels the same pull and attraction. It’s not just one-sided. I'm just lying in my room at night, lost in my thoughts, trying to sleep, but I can’t. All I want is to tell her how much I crave to control her. To uncover her desires, to test her limits. To punish her for biting her lip and looking away from me without permission. I want to show her who holds the power... to make her feel everything that’s running through my goddamn mind since my eyes landed on her.I clutch the pillow in frustration because I’ve got everything with a snap of my finger. This time, things aren’t easy. She isn’t easy to get because she is my professor. But damn, that just makes it more fu

Will’s P.O.V.She walks in.And she’s late.Fuck, the second my eyes land on her, I completely lose myself in her like always. She’s wearing a fitted white blouse tucked into high-waisted black pants, and her curves are perfectly outlined. The specs on her face make her look even more irresistible.My cock twitches and hardens at the sight of her.God, this woman turns me on like no one else ever has.Did she do it on purpose? Show up late and make me wait like this? Is she testing me?“You’re late,” I say, meeting her eyes.She doesn’t respond right away, just crosses her arms and stares at me like she’s trying to keep it together. Like she’s trying hard not to let me see how much this is affecting her too.I don’t know why she’s trying to hide it when we both know we desire the same thing.She gives me a stern, trying to act in control. “Let’s get to the point, Will.”As I chuckle at her words, she glares at me. I need to go slow with her. She isn’t even ready to talk to me or acce

Will’s P.O.V. In the evening, I’m standing with Jack, Isabel, and Sebastian near the fest stage, helping set up the lights. Well, technically they’re setting up. My eyes are scanning the place for the woman who has been driving me insane since my eyes landed on her. And then I see her.Professor Iva.She walks across the garden in a long, flowing navy blue dress, clicking her heels against the grass. Her blonde hair is open today, styled in soft waves that fall around her shoulders, and for the first time… she’s not wearing her specs.She looks stunning.Almost… different.But strangely, as much as she looks like a dream right now, a part of me misses those damn glasses.She’s hot now.But in those glasses?She’s fucking dangerous.I watch her as she speaks to a colleague. Her lips move gently, her fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and for a second, I forget how to fucking breathe.God, I’m going insane.I’ve been waiting. Waiting for her to take a step. To make a

Iva’s P.O.V. It’s been a week.A whole damn week since I last saw Will.And I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even notice. But I do.Every day I step into the lecture hall, my eyes automatically search for him… and every day, that seat in the front row stays empty.No smirks.No cocky winks.No double-meaning comments that make my blood boil and my thighs clench.Just… silence.And it’s driving me insane.Why isn’t he coming to college? Is he sick? Is he avoiding me? Does he finally listen to me? Why is this bothering me so much?He’s nobody to me. Just a student. An annoying, arrogant, dangerously seductive student who makes me wet and so damn angry, both at the same time.So why does it feel like something is missing?Why does my body ache at the memory of his voice whispering against my skin?Why do I miss the way he looked at me like I was his?I slump back in my chair after my last lecture, pretending to grade papers while my mind keeps drifting back to him. I hate it. I hate this s