“Now for the extra two you earned.” The paddle came down twice in a row, the second hitting before I even recovered from the first.

“Ow! Ouch!” I squirmed on the desk, twisting and turning against the wood.

“You can stay in position until the end of detention.” He put the paddle on the desk.

“Yes sir!” I nodded quickly, not wanting to disobey him at all.

The man that swung the paddle was nothing like the Mr. Thorne I knew. Mr. Thorne was quiet, seemed nervous when he was around me, and was afraid to even raise his voice at students. Something had changed in him. He went back to his office while I stayed in position on the desk. I was scared to move—I didn’t want to incur more of his wrath. The sting in my ass started to fade after several minutes and I felt another sensation. It had been present while I was getting paddled, but the sting kept it at bay—I was getting aroused.

The way Mr. Thorne snapped when he saw me without my panties was hot as hell. He didn’t cower in fear or send me on my way—he took control of the situation and gave me a punishment that I would remember for the rest of my life. I looked at the paddle laying next to me and just seeing it made me wet. I didn’t enjoy getting paddled, but the feeling of losing all control and being forced to do exactly what he said was strange. I pulled my legs together when I heard his footsteps in the hallway. I didn’t want him to see how turned on I was.

“Detention is over. You can go now.” He waited by the door.

“Yes sir.” I reached back and pulled my skirt down as I leaned up from the desk. I had to do an awkward shimmy to pick my things up off of the floor and when I stood back up, the wetness had spread to my inner thighs.

“Remember what I said.” He grabbed my arm as I walked past him. He pulled me so close I was against his shoulder. “If you misbehave again, you’ll be right back in that position.”

“I won’t forget.” I looked up into his eyes and the intensity of his stare caused me to have to look away.

My feet carried me down the hallway as fast as I could go, smearing more of the excitement between my legs. I couldn’t wait until I got home to deal with the fire that the paddling had started. I closed my car door and grimaced when my ass touched the seat, but I immediately spread my legs and pushed a hand under my skirt. I had never been so turned on in my life. There were certainly guys that got me excited and I thought about them when I was alone in my room, but Mr. Thorne had ignited something inside of me that was stronger than any fantasy I had ever created. My clitoris was already a swollen knot when my finger pushed against it. I rubbed it furiously, feeling the pleasure engulf me as I gave in to my desires. It didn’t take more than a few rotations until I was leaned against the seat with my mouth open while moans roared from my throat. I rubbed even harder and felt the orgasm building quick. I needed it so bad I could taste it. I envisioned myself back over his desk, feeling the paddle again, and then my thoughts shifted to something else—the muscles under his shirt being exposed, the intense eyes locked on mine as he climbed between my legs. The fantasy sent me over the edge and I started to orgasm. I rubbed until the pleasure was gone and finally leaned forward. My eyes opened slowly and then got wide when I saw Mr. Thorne standing on the steps of the school. His intense stare was focused right on me.

“Oh god...” I cranked up my car and quickly drove out of the parking lot, feeling my heart beating hard in my chest.

Chapter 7: Anton

I don’t know what came over me when I decided to paddle Bethany. I was thinking about all the horror stories my brother had told me, the way she made Mr. Matthews cower in fear, and the total lack of respect she showed in general. All of those thoughts came together in one blind moment of anger. Once the words left my lips, I couldn’t very well take them back. If I didn’t follow through, she would have won—she would have asserted the same dominance over me she had over everyone else and that wasn’t going to happen.

I was glad that it was Friday night because I needed a break from Grantham University. I couldn’t get Bethany’s curves or her delicious ass out of my mind as I sat on the couch sipping a beer. I wanted to do a lot more than paddle her beautiful ass, but I knew I couldn’t give in to those temptations—especially when it seemed to be more than just punishment for her. I was almost positive she was masturbating in her car when I walked outside the school.

“So, are you ready to give up yet?” My brother walked out of his room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. It looked like his penchant for day drinking hadn’t stopped, even after he was away from the school.

“Give up?” I looked at him as he walked in and took a seat. He was still wearing his bathrobe and it didn’t look like he had shaved—which meant he hadn’t shaved at all since the day I took over for him.

“I think it’s probably time for me to get back to work and see what a mess you’ve made of the school.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe I haven’t been fired yet.”

“The school is fine.” I sipped my beer and put it back on the table. “Everything’s going great.”

“Great—by your standards? I don’t even want to imagine how fucked up it is.” He rolled his eyes and lifted his glass to his lips.

“Let’s see...” I smiled and tilted my head. “I’ve put all the kids you warned me about in their place—including Bethany Lewis—and the teachers actually have control of their classrooms.”

“That’s impossible.” He chuckled again. “They’re just playing you, I promise. Those teachers don’t have a backbone.”

“What about you?” I was a bit annoyed by what he was saying.

“Me?” He blinked a couple of times.

“Yeah, what about your backbone? You couldn’t handle a bunch of kids?” I reached for my beer again.

“They’re not kids! They’re demons!” His tone started to reflect anger. “Rich little spoiled demons!”

“They’re just disrespectful. You can’t ask for respect or expect to reason with them. You have to show them that you are in control. That goes for the teachers as well. It doesn’t matter if the students are old enough to be in college or if some of them probably should be in prison, you just have to show them you aren’t going to put up with their shit.” I tilted my beer back and took another sip.

“Yeah—you try that. Then you’ll get a visit from their parents and you’ll see why they’re like that.” He shook his head and his ey

es filled with anguish.

“I got a visit from one of them.” I nodded.

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