The first thing that comes to mind is comfort—you’ll be sitting for a while, so avoid anything stiff or restrictive. I’d go for soft, breathable fabrics like cotton or lightweight knits, and pants with a bit of stretch. Jeans are fine if they’re not too tight, but skip the skinny ones that dig in when you bend your knees. Shoes are super important too; flat soles with grip (like sneakers) are ideal since you need to feel the pedals clearly. No sandals or heels—safety first!
Layers are smart because car temperatures can swing from stuffy to chilly, especially if you’re nervous. A zip-up hoodie or cardigan lets you adjust easily. And if you’re someone who fidgets when anxious (guilty!), pockets are a lifesaver for stashing keys or chewing gum. One last tip: avoid bulky accessories or long necklaces that could get tangled in the seatbelt. Keep it simple, and you’ll focus better on the road ahead.
Your outfit should be like a trusty co-pilot: supportive but never in the way. I’d prioritize clothes that let you move freely—no tight skirts or stiff jackets. A casual shirt and stretchy pants are my go-to, plus shoes that stay put on the pedals (think: classic Vans or comfy loafers). Avoid anything with dangling straps or loose sleeves that could catch on the wheel.
Bright colors or patterns might lift your mood if you’re jittery, but neutrals are safe if you want to blend in. Don’t forget a watch if you’re used to checking one—phones should stay tucked away. And if your lesson’s in summer, sunscreen on your arms helps; car windows don’t block UV rays. Mostly, wear something that makes you feel calm and ready to learn.
Think of it like dressing for a relaxed day out with a hint of practicality. I always recommend clothes that make you feel confident but won’t distract you—nothing too flashy or uncomfortable. A basic tee or a comfy sweater paired with leggings or joggers works great. For shoes, stick to something snug but flexible; I made the mistake of wearing stiff boots once and couldn’t properly gauge the brake pressure. Not fun!
If you wear glasses or sunglasses, bring them along—glare can be tricky. Hair ties are a must if you have long hair; you don’t want it blowing into your face mid-turn. And hey, if you’re prone to nervous sweat, dark colors or moisture-wicking fabrics might save the day. The goal is to eliminate little annoyances so you can soak up all the instructor’s advice without fuss.
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Book 1: Classroom Punishment
Will
No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone’s gone.
Iva
I’ve always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper… every single day.
***
“Professor, you know I don’t repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I’ll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?”
Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off?
This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk.
***
She was never supposed to want him.
He was never supposed to touch her.
Behind closed doors, the woman who controls the classroom becomes the one who surrenders.
The student who obeys the rules becomes the one who makes them.
But love is far more dangerous than desire.
If they are discovered, she will lose her career.
If they walk away, they will lose each other.
Riley Adams, is a regular High school teenage girl who is constantly made fun of by guys for being a nerd or for the way she dresses in baggy clothes but she pays them no mind and tries her best to be invisible. All she needs right now is money so she decides to do the one thing she is good at.Teaching! She puts up an ad in the school newspaper for tutoring, hoping to earn some extra bucks besides her part time job at the library. Tristan Harris, is the exact opposite of her, captain of the football team and literally the hottest guy in the entire school. Well, basically he is kinda like the so called 'Popular guy' that we all have seen in the teen movies.What happens when Riley and Tristan's path cross each other unexpectedly?Oh and did I mention? They despise each other so much that neither can stand each other's presence in the same room.
"Hank, there's something hard down there pushing into me."
On the driving school car, I was teaching my goddaughter how to drive by letting her sit on my lap, my hands over hers on the wheel.
But right after we started, the engine stalled, and the whole car jerked hard.
Her round hips settled deep into my thighs.
To make things even more intense, she was wearing nothing but a skirt that barely covered her.
He teaches by day…
and rules the road by night.
Fleeing New Orleans was supposed to be Nirvana Hale’s fresh start. She was finally going to meet Adrian Cross; her brother’s best friend and the voice that had comforted her through her darkest nights. But the man waiting for her in New York is a stranger. He’s the lethal enforcer of a notorious motorcycle club, a man who treats her like a burden to be locked away.
Just as Nirvana begins to hate the man she once adored, the world shifts again.
On her first day at Rodrigo University, she walks into her lecture hall to find Adrian standing at the podium. In a crisp suit and glasses, Professor Cross is composed, brilliant, and completely off-limits.
Now, Nirvana is trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. By day, he's the teacher who refuses to look her in the eye. By night, he’s the biker who makes her pulse race.
She was moving closer in a suggestive manner, and it was obvious she was flirting. She asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, "Making you uncomfortable."
It was clear that I was succeeding. I took a step back and asked, "What's happening? I just told you I hate you."
"Yes, you did," she said, her fingers reaching out and grabbing my shirt, stopping me from backing away. "And that you want me, like I said when I arrived, even though you pretended you didn't hear me."
"I'm confused," I responded.
"It's simple," she replied, as she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips approached my ear and I could feel them on my skin as she whispered, "There are two things I want from a man. The first one is to be worshipped like a goddess."
I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let her get to work on my belt as I went to work on her shorts. Pink panties. Bright pink. As pink as the thing inside them. "And the second one?"
***
Read the filthy story between a teacher and his mischievous students as they attempt to entice him.
"Coach, please stop. I came here to learn how to drive, not to have an affair."
Inside the instructor's car, because I kept failing to control the clutch, Coach Reeves, who happened to be my husband's friend, made me sit on his lap to teach me.
The problem was, I was wearing a short skirt that day, and underneath it, I wasn't even wearing safety shorts.
Even worse, he actually pulled his member out and pressed it straight against me.
Driving for the first time can feel like stepping into a whole new world, and I totally get the mix of excitement and nerves. One thing that really helped me was starting in an empty parking lot—no pressure, just getting a feel for the pedals and steering. My dad taught me to pretend the brake and gas were eggs; gentle touches prevent jerky movements. Mirrors were another game-changer—adjusting them before moving and checking them every few seconds until it became second nature. Oh, and don’t forget the blind spots! Turning my head to glance over my shoulder felt awkward at first, but now I do it without thinking.
Another tip? Learn the 'cockpit drill'—seat position, mirrors, seatbelt—like a ritual. I still do it every time I get in the car. And for city driving, I practiced at off-peak hours first. Quiet streets let me focus on lane positioning and signs without feeling rushed. The biggest lesson? Mistakes happen. Stalling at a green light or misjudging a turn isn’t the end of the world. Laughing it off and staying calm made all the difference for me.
The nerves before a driving test can make you forget even the simplest things, so it’s smart to prep a checklist. First, your learner’s permit or provisional license is non-negotiable—no permit, no test. I once saw a guy panic because he left his at home, and the examiner just shrugged and told him to reschedule. Also, bring the registration and insurance for the car you’ll be using, even if it’s the instructor’s vehicle. Some states require proof of completion for driver’s ed courses, so double-check that. Comfortable shoes matter more than you’d think; I wore bulky boots once and nearly fumbled the brake pedal during parallel parking.
Don’t forget glasses or contacts if your license requires corrective lenses—failing to wear them can disqualify you before you even start. A water bottle helps if your throat gets dry from nerves, and a snack for afterward is a morale booster. Lastly, arrive early. Rushing in frazzled won’t impress the examiner. My friend aced her test partly because she had time to calm down in the parking lot beforehand. Little prep details like these turn a stressful day into a smooth ride.