“Yeah—Mr. Matthews didn’t handle detention today. It was Mr. Thorne.” I sat down on the bed next to her and turned so that I was facing her with my legs crossed. “Something is really different with him.”
“I’m just going to steer clear of him. I can’t afford to end up getting suspended or fuck—expelled.” She cringed at the mention of the word.
“Nothing you’ve ever done has been worthy of getting you expelled.” I extended a foot and nudged her playfully.
“Yeah, you’re the one that gets in trouble.” She laughed and grabbed my foot. “I’m just really bad at school.”
“Stop it.” I pushed my foot forward and then pulled it out of her hand. “If I was better at school I wouldn’t be at Grantham University.”
“After the last week, I’m ready to be done with this high school crap. I always thought Braden and Frank were cool as hell, but after watching them crumble to Mr. Thorne, I think I need to find some new guys to obsess over.” Amy twisted her lip in contemplate. “I’m done with boys—I need a man.”
“Yeah, I’m feeling that way myself.” I didn’t take the sentence further and tell her that the man I was thinking about was Mr. Thorne himself.
Amy and I kept talking for hours, sharing gossip about various classmates and their encoun
ters with Mr. Thorne. I was the only one that had felt his paddle—or at least the others were being as secretive as I was if it happened to them. If I was the only one, then I was definitely special. I was either the only one terrible enough to bring out that side of him, or everyone else was hiding behind their pride like I was. It was hard to know which one was more realistic. What I did know was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
After Amy left and I was alone in my bed, those thoughts were present again. My hand slid into my pajama pants and I satisfied the craving I had with the same thoughts that made me cum when I was in my car. It wasn’t the only time I masturbated that weekend. I shattered my personal record, finding every excuse in the world to retreat to my room and rub my clitoris until I erupted in bliss. I was trapped in a fantasy I couldn’t escape.
There has to be more to this—there’s no way Mr. Thorne changed like that overnight.
My curiosity got the best of me as Mr. Thorne weighed on my mind. The muscled torso I saw pressed against his shirt didn’t match the man I had seen with his pants around his knees. There was just no way he could have transformed like that—unless he just skipped leg day for eternity. I started searching for Mr. Thorne online, going through the limited social media presence he had, and finally just putting his name in a search engine. A particular story caught my eye and when I pulled up the article, I saw a familiar face staring back at me. It wasn’t Sloane Thorne—the name below the image was Anton Thorne.
My heart started racing as I sat up in my bed with intense curiosity. The mystery was getting even more intriguing. Anton Thorne was a criminal. He was a total bad boy, hot-as-sin, and the few pictures I found of him looked a whole lot like the Mr. Thorne I had spent my time with. I pulled them up side by side and the difference was noticeable, but it was clear they were twins.
Holy shit—Mr. Thorne didn’t change overnight—he was replaced.
Things started to make a lot more sense when the reality was in front of me. Once my eyes were opened to it, there was no mistake in my mind that the man who paddled me was Anton Thorne. I had no idea if the real Mr. Thorne was dead somewhere and his brother was living his life or if he really did get pushed so far over the edge that he lost his mind. I couldn’t help but wonder if he sent his brother as punishment for all the things we did to him and the way we treated him.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with the information because I still couldn’t deny my attraction towards him that had started to burn out of control after he paddled me. Knowing it was not the same man I had ridiculed and embarrassed made me want him even more. I didn’t feel like my desires were so misplaced—Anton was the kind of mistake I would love to make. I could hardly sleep when I finally went to bed with Monday looming over my head. I normally hated Monday, but I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Anton Thorne again.
“JUST FUCK OFF AND SEND me to the Principal’s office already.” I lowered my eyes at Mr. Matthews as he tried to scold me for talking in class.
“Fine.” He nodded. “If you want to go see Mr. Thorne so badly, be my guest.”
Mr. Matthews pointed towards the door and I left with a smile on my face. I had tried to go straight to Mr. Thorne’s office when I arrived, but he was busy with his daily staff meeting. I tried to get in to see him directly after that, but he already had someone in his office. It seemed that the only way I was going to get in to see him was with an appointment—an appointment I couldn’t get without causing a little chaos. Mr. Matthews was an easy target and it wasn’t like I was going to damage my relationship with him any more than it already was. I sat out Mr. Thorne’s office with my panties getting wet at the thought of seeing him again. He had threatened to paddle me if I ended up in trouble again, but I wanted more than that—I wanted to see behind the mask. To look into his eyes and know that I wasn’t looking at the man I tormented. I had never felt that way about a man before—just the thought of him was eating me alive.
“Ms. Lewis...” He looked at me as he opened the door to his office and a student walked away with their head held down in shame. “I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised to see you again.”
“I guess I just can’t stay out of trouble.” I shrugged and walked towards him.
Chapter 9: Anton
Bethany had made put me in a prison of my own thoughts. The bars that held me for three years were nothing compared to her. It was pure lust and it was so very wrong, but I couldn’t get her out of my head. Saturday and Sunday were like solitary confinement, being away from her for what felt like an eternity. It had been so long since I had a woman in my arms that my needs were on fire and Bethany was the only thing that could put it out. The image of her face as she pleasured herself in her car was vivid and burning in my mind. Combined with the fantasy I created when I was alone, it practically took my breath away. She was the first thing I thought of when I walked into the school, and I wasn’t sure when I would next see her. Finding her outside my office, already in trouble after I threatened to paddle her again if she didn’t behave, confirmed what I was almost certain I knew—she liked it, even if she squealed. She wanted more and I had every intention of giving it to her.
“So you can’t stay out of trouble, huh?” I sat down behind my desk and stared at her.
“I guess we have that in common.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Mr. Thorne—or should I just call you Anton?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I could feel the color draining out of my face.
My world collapsed in an instant. The burning fire that was raging out of control immediately soured in my stomach. I had played my cards too loosely with Bethany and she figured out the truth. I had no idea how she managed to put the pieces together, but if she had done it, others would as well—provided she didn’t just expose me herself. All of the fantasies in my head evaporated and the only one I could see in front of me was covered in prison bars. It wouldn’t just be me inside the cell—my brother would be there with me. I felt my soul slamming into the prison walls, I felt the harsh reality of what was coming turning every bit of what I had accomplished to ruin. My lust had gotten the better of me and clouded my judgment. Bethany Lewis broke my brother and it was clear she was about to break me as well.
“You’re not Sloane Thorne.” She shook her head back and forth. “Sloane is a spineless bitch. He couldn’t turn this school around if his life depended on it. But you—you don’t play by the rules. You just do whatever the fuck you want and that is what you did. You took your brother’s place after I snapped him in half.”
“Don’t be silly.” I waved her off even as I felt vomit trying to rise up in my throat. “You’re just trying to get out of being punished with this wild fantasy.”
“Oh, I have a wild fantasy alright.” She grinned and winked at me. “But this is the truth. Where is your brother anyway? Did you kill him or is he just tied up somewhere?”