“You will?” Hope seemed to build up inside him instantly. “Thank you so much!”
I would have preferred to go home, but if I was going to keep the respect I had started to earn with the teachers, I had to be a leader. Being a leader was what often got me into trouble, so it felt good to use my power for something positive.
I waited until the last bell rang and instead of going home, I headed down the hallway to the room where detention was held. Bethany was expecting Mr. Matthews, who had come a long way in the week I had known him, but he was still too timid to stand up to her. I thought we were making progress when he sent her to the office after he caught her skipping his class, but it seemed we still had a ways to go before he was man enough to teach her that she was not in charge.
I looked into the window of the door and saw that she was the only one in attendance. The first day I started handing out detention, it was a packed house, but behavior was slowly improving. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open.
Chapter 6: Bethany
I considered just blowing off detention, especially after I got a text message from Amy asking if I wanted to go shopping after school. They only reason I stayed was because Mr. Matthews was in charge of detention and I had a bone to pick with him. I still couldn’t believe he had stood up to me. I was going to have to turn up the heat if I expected to keep him under my spell, and I knew exactly how to do it. He had spent the whole school year struggling to keep his eyes off my panties when I spread my legs. It was time for me to let him get a view of what was underneath them. I stopped by the bathroom after my last class, stripped off my panties, and stuffed them in my purse. I took a seat at the front of the classroom and pulled my skirt far enough down my legs that everything was covered unless I let my knees separate. When I heard the door open, I turned with a smile on my face, expecting to see Mr. Matthews—instead, I saw Mr. Thorne. My eyes got wide with surprise and I felt a bit uneasy when he walked into the room.
“Where is Mr. Matthews?” I looked up at him.
“He couldn’t make it today, so I’ll be handling detention.” Mr. Thorne walked to the desk in front of me and took a seat.
Shit—this is not going to go well.
“Mr. Thorne, I need to go to the bathroom.” I rubbed my knees together, but kept them tightly closed.
“You should have went before you came in here. You know the rules—once detention starts, you don’t leave this room until it’s over.” He glared at me.
“Fine...” I sulked into my chair and opened my textbook.
Mr. Thorne took off his jacket after being in the room for several minutes and I tilted my head as I saw his muscles pressed against the white shirt he was wearing underneath it. It seemed that Mr. Thorne had been hitting the gym because I had seen him without his jacket a couple of times and never noticed that he was ripped. His upper torso certainly didn’t match the flabby thighs I had seen when I pulled his pants down to his knees.
I looked down at my book, but I couldn’t help but lift an eye every now and then to get another look at him. I had never really thought of Mr. Thorne as hot, but the way he been carrying himself since I embarrassed him was so different than what I was used to that I started to see him in a new light. He ran his fingers along the edge of his neck, tugging at his tie to loosen it a bit and I saw his biceps flex against his sleeve. He was definitely cut—there was no doubt about that. I started to understand why he was able to deal with Braden’s father so easily. I looked back down at my textbook, but the words were blurring together.
“How long do I have to stay here?” I knew the answer, but I was bored.
“Detention lasts for an hour.” The words sounded like they were being read off of a page and he didn’t even look up.
“That’s so long...” I sighed and started tapping my fingers on the desk.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to skip class.” He finally lifted his eyes from the paper and leveled them on me.
“You wouldn’t consider letting me go early?” I was about to take a risk, but I had no real interest in staying in detention with Mr. Thorne.
“No.” He shook his head back and forth.
“Are you sure?” I let my knees open slightly and ran my hand down to the edge of my skirt.
“What the...” His head tilted slightly. “Why the hell aren’t you wearing panties, Ms. Lewis?”
“I must have lost them somewhere.” I grinned and pulled my skirt up my thigh. “You should probably let me go home early so I can look for them.”
“So that was your plan.” He let out a sigh and stood up. “You were going to tease Mr. Matthews and make him uncomfortable so he would let you leave?”
“Maybe...” I bit down on my lip. “Is it working?”
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “In fact, you just made things a lot worse for yourself.”
“How so?” I raised my eyebrows in confusion.
“I’m going to get my paddle.” He walked to the door and threw it open.
“What?” My eyes opened wide as he left the classroom and started stomping down the hall towards his office.
My heart started to race in my chest. He couldn’t be serious. I had never heard of anyone getting paddled at Grantham University—I didn’t even think it was allowed. I thought about running. I was definitely faster than him. I reached for my purse and stood, pulling my book tight against my chest. I took two steps before I saw him appear again at the end of the hall. He was walking towards me with a purpose and in his right hand was exactly what he promised he was bringing. I was mesmerized by the sight like a deer caught in the headlights. I had never been paddled before—I had never even been spanked. My parents preferred to yell at me when they even bothered to show a hint of attention.