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...