Devil professor

1- Grade mess

Nandini Pov,

I think, only I have this complicated life. In fact, I don’t have a life because all around I can only see problems. Seems I turned as a synonym for the word problem. A guy cheated on my mom, and she ended up with a burden me in her life. I have grown up seeing her breaking again and again and collecting herself every day to raise me. If it’s someone else, they might have opted to throw me in an orphanage and resume their life. After all, she was just nineteen when I was born. Investing all her savings and debts she got admission to this expensive Royal school, it’s the best boarding school with top faculty, and everyone studying there is from rich families except me and mostly brats, so to save myself from any bullies I kept my head down with my mouth shut from uttering anything. Even taking many precautions and interest in studying, I was struggling with these stupid grades because of my resistance to maths. I should anyhow raise my grades or else I can’t get admission to a top university. See here I’m dying about my grades, But Everyone else put themselves on top to get the attention of my handsome professor, Mr. Manik. He was a super strict professor who hates lower scores. Our school has a strict rule that students below 60% are to be suspended from grading up to the next class. It’s their standard because every student who completed their schooling here joined top universities and are in top positions in life so my mom works two jobs to afford my fees here because it’s a boarding school, Even I work part-time every weekend to make some money to support myself. But it’s too far now, he is always annoyed with me because of my low grades in his subjects, maths, and physics too. Hush! Why maths always? Can’t he teach us biology or history? Stupid me, why should I hate this subject which was taught by this handsome devil? It sucks to get embarrassed by my low grades. I know it is wrong to have a crush on my professor, just an attraction. Everyone has it and do I! It’s quite easy to have a crush on someone who can never be ours. Everything is fine until it doesn’t turn into an obsession. I hope this time it works well and I get good grades. I sat on my chair, crossing my fingers. Soon he entered the classroom with our mark sheets. Everyone got up to greet him and I followed nervously. All were so happy to see him, but I was so scared of my marks and his anger, too. As he is the trustee of our school, he has the special power to take disciplinary actions against every student, either for discipline or marks. Recently he canned my palm for skipping his homework. That’s horrible, but I heard from my friends that he is short-tempered and gives extreme punishments. I can’t afford to get suspended.

Manik Pov,

Stepping into my classroom, I felt all the girls glaring at me with a glimpse of excitement and desperation, but my eyes automatically searched for my sexy student, Nandini. I know I shouldn’t be having this kind of feelings toward my student, but I can’t resist the temptation. SHE IS EXCLUSIVE, just looking at her turned me on and my monster throbbed to get out of my pants. Control man!

“Have your seats. “ I said, clearing my throat, occupying my chair in front of the desk, hiding my hard-on. She is sitting in the third row, nervously biting her nails. I can understand her future resting in this bundle of sheets.

“As all of you guessed today, here are your scorecards and answer sheets as well. Those who score less than 50% will be in my special class and the one less than 40% will get dual-class extra study hours. Hope you understand this. I had a comparison of previous exam scores, too.” I declared. She was still lost biting her nails.

“Understand?” I shouted, hitting her with my marker cap. She jumped out of her chair seeing me.

“S... Sorry sir,” she shattered in fear.

“Your performance is terrific, Miss. Nandini. Wait, you get to know,” I taunted sarcastically. She occupied her seat praying for her good score, but little did she know I gave her the lowest score just to punish her and lock her with me in my private session. I kept her card in last and disturbed the rest.

“Miss. Nandini, collect your scorecard after the class,” I announced, for which she bit her lip, nodding off me. When will I get the chance to bite those lips of hers? I started my class and soon the last bell rang and everyone walked out, giving me privacy with my kitten.

“S....sir” she whispered, stepping to the desk.

“See your card and explain” I smirked forwarding her card, maybe throwing it on her.

She flinched seeing her score “59% the least score of the entire class. You failed in my subject and physics just 40%. Tell me what should I do to raise your grade?” I asked, sitting on the edge of my desk.

“Sir, I will study harder next time,” she cried, shivering in fear.

“You told the same last time,” I whispered, taking her hand and playing with her soft fingers. I wonder how they feel caressing me and how cute it feels when she scratches my back with those tiny nails as I ram her.

“Sir, please, don’t punish me... I can’t write anything,” she cried, struggling to take away her hand. That pissed me up. How dare she try it? How can she just take away her hand from my hold, that mine? No, not yet mine. I should mark her as mine. I held her hand again.

“Ok, lock the door and come,” I said in my serious tone.

“Sir?” she stammered, glancing at him nervously.

“Want me to repeat?” I asked, twisting her ring finger for which she winced in pain.

As I left her hand, she ran to the door and returned after locking. “I will work hard,” she winched fudging with her fingers ready to cry.

“Anyway, I don’t have the mood to punish you now. But if I leave, it looks like partiality. What to do now!” I growled, taking the ruler.

“That will hurt,” she cried out with tears.

“It meant to hurt”

“I will work hard and will attend your classes regularly,” she begged, tearing up. Offo these girls are born with water tankers, maybe always carry on drama.

“Fine, stop crying. You get a private class every evening after school in my chamber. Not a second late sharp 4.10. School ends at 4 and 4.10. You should be in my chamber. You get weekly tests to improve and regular to school. If you are absent, I will make you bleed “I said my rules. She just nodded for all.

“Good, now take homework. I want you to solve them and leave. If you fail it, I will punish you right here,” I said.

“Get your notes,” I said, sitting on my chair. She got her notes and stood in front of me.

“Come here,” I gestured to her to the left of the desk beside me.

As she stood beside me, I penned out two problems to solve.

“Solve them right here while standing. Take as much time as you want.” I smiled evilly, spanking her butt playfully. She flinched by it, yet stood steady to sort it. I moved my chair a little back to get a view of her curvy butts from her school skirt. Oh, I can’t wait to spank her bare and fold them.

I stepped to her front, reducing her stress, but purposely walked to get a view of her cleavage from the tiny opening of her shirt. It will be better if I add a dress code exclusively to her. I could feel her sweating and shivering under my gaze, but I loved it the most.

Enjoying Every bit of her sexy figure, I settled on my chair. My hands struggled to stay quiet, and so did my dirty mind. I placed my palm between her legs and caressed her cold thighs. She jerked at my sudden touch, which I ignored.

“Stay focused. I don’t have the whole day to deal with this,” I scoffed, pressing her thigh in my palm.

My touch made her shiver and writing turned harder for her. I caressed her thighs, occasionally touching her pantie. I was sure she was wet for me.

She was struggling to close her legs together, but my hand was already resting middle of her thighs. Whenever she squeezed her thighs, I pressed my hand on her last fabric, feeling her warm wet core, which was promoting warmth.

She dropped her pen, passing the notes, breathing hard while sweating. I loved the effect I was causing on her fragile body, so I still kept my hand between her legs and verified her answers, which were almost correct with small errors.

“I told you not to take direct steps while solving a problem,” I growled harshly, squeezing her crotch.

“Sorry,” she gasped, holding the desk for support.

“Sorry, what!” I growled, tightening my grip on her. She is wet already. I felt her dipping clit over the fabric, which attracted my fingers.

“S.... Sorry sirr” she shattered trying to pull away my hand from her by front, which rosen my anger.

“Take your pen and want it to be according. Step to step... If you miss anyone, I will push this marker inside you,” I warned, pressing my middle finger on her clit. She hurriedly took the pen and solved the sum step by step.

I let her free after seeing the output.

“You can go now, from tomorrow in my chamber sharp at 4.10! And you will get punished tomorrow for this score,” I said, for which she nodded and ran, grabbing her bag. I licked my fingers, feeling her wet fragrance.

"Seems a virgin to be mine. From tomorrow, every day will be a make-out session for me and a moaning session for her."

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