He called me into his study like I was a naughty little thing he needed to correct. I played innocent. I knew exactly what I was doing. He made me bend over the desk, skirt flipped, his belt unfastening behind me. “Detention,” he said, “is going to be very... thorough.”

He called me into his study like I was a naughty little thing he needed to correct. I played innocent. I knew exactly what I was doing. He made me bend over the desk, skirt flipped, his belt unfastening behind me. “Detention,” he said, “is going to be very... thorough.”

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