The headmaster's lesson felt so good.
My dad sent me to reform school because I was a bad, bad girl.
He said the headmaster there was known for his special techniques.
But what we didn't realize is that Grayson Thorn isn't just an academic. He's also a man.
A tall, muscular man.
One with bright blue eyes, a broad chest, and a certain something that makes my mouth water.
He showed it to me after class one day, but instead of being afraid I became even more bold.
I began to pray.
On my knees.
That Headmaster Thorn would use his imagination.
Explore his wild side.
And get creative.
Because no matter the consequences, I don't ever plan on being a good girl now.
Hey Readers – If you've ever been disciplined before then you know the reassurance of a strong, firm hand. Give into your deepest desires and let your fantasies go wild in this naughty tale of a student and her teacher. Love, Cassie and Katie
