I considered just blowing off detention, especially after I got a text message from Amy asking if I wanted to go shopping after school.  They only reason I stayed was because Mr. Matthews was in charge of detention and I had a bone to pick with him.  I still couldn’t believe he had stood up to me.  I was going to have to turn up the heat if I expected to keep him under my spell, and I knew exactly how to do it.  He had spent the whole school year struggling to keep his eyes off my panties when I spread my legs.  It was time for me to let him get a view of what was underneath them.  I stopped by the bathroom after my last class, stripped off my panties, and stuffed them in my purse.  I took a seat at the front of the classroom and pulled my skirt far enough down my legs that everything was covered unless I let my knees separate.  When I heard the door open, I turned with a smile on my face, expecting to see Mr. Matthews—instead, I saw Mr. Thorne.  My eyes got wide with surprise and I felt a bit uneasy when he walked into the room.

“Where is Mr. Matthews?”  I looked up at him.

“He couldn’t make it today, so I’ll be handling detention.”  Mr. Thorne walked to the desk in front of me and took a seat.

Shit—this is not going to go well.

“Mr. Thorne, I need to go to the bathroom.”  I rubbed my knees together, but kept them tightly closed.

“You should have went before you came in here. You know the rules—once detention starts, you don’t leave this room until it’s over.”  He glared at me.

“Fine...”  I sulked into my chair and opened my textbook.

Mr. Thorne took off his jacket after being in the room for several minutes and I tilted my head as I saw his muscles pressed against the white shirt he was wearing underneath it.  It seemed that Mr. Thorne had been hitting the gym because I had seen him without his jacket a couple of times and never noticed that he was ripped.  His upper torso certainly didn’t match the flabby thighs I had seen when I pulled his pants down to his knees. 

I looked down at my book, but I couldn’t help but lift an eye every now and then to get another look at him.  I had never really thought of Mr. Thorne as hot, but the way he been carrying himself since I embarrassed him was so different than what I was used to that I started to see him in a new light.  He ran his fingers along the edge of his neck, tugging at his tie to loosen it a bit and I saw his biceps flex against his sleeve.  He was definitely cut—there was no doubt about that.  I started to understand why he was able to deal with Braden’s father so easily.  I looked back down at my textbook, but the words were blurring together.

“How long do I have to stay here?”  I knew the answer, but I was bored.

“Detention lasts for an hour.”  The words sounded like they were being read off of a page and he didn’t even look up.

“That’s so long...”  I sighed and started tapping my fingers on the desk.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to skip class.”  He finally lifted his eyes from the paper and leveled them on me.

“You wouldn’t consider letting me go early?”  I was about to take a risk, but I had no real interest in staying in detention with Mr. Thorne.

“No.”  He shook his head back and forth.

“Are you sure?”  I let my knees open slightly and ran my hand down to the edge of my skirt.

“What the...”  His head tilted slightly.  “Why the hell aren’t you wearing panties, Ms. Lewis?”

“I must have lost them somewhere.”  I grinned and pulled my skirt up my thigh.  “You should probably let me go home early so I can look for them.”

“So that was your plan.”  He let out a sigh and stood up.  “You were going to tease Mr. Matthews and make him uncomfortable so he would let you leave?”

“Maybe...”  I bit down on my lip.  “Is it working?”

“No.”  He shook his head back and forth.  “In fact, you just made things a lot worse for yourself.” 

“How so?”  I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

“I’m going to get my paddle.”  He walked to the door and threw it open.

“What?”  My eyes opened wide as he left the classroom and started stomping down the hall towards his office.

My heart started to race in my chest.  He couldn’t be serious.  I had never heard of anyone getting paddled at Grantham University—I didn’t even think it was allowed.  I thought about running.  I was definitely faster than him.  I reached for my purse and stood, pulling my book tight against my chest.  I took two steps before I saw him appear again at the end of the hall.  He was walking towards me with a purpose and in his right hand was exactly what he promised he was bringing.  I was mesmerized by the sight like a deer caught in the headlights.  I had never been paddled before—I had never even been spanked.  My parents preferred to yell at me when they even bothered to show a hint of attention. 

He entered the classroom and closed the door with his eyes locked on me.  I thought I was going to melt into the floor from the intensity of his gaze.  He didn’t look like he was messing around and it seemed like he was as serious as he said he was.  I took a step back as he lifted the paddle and tapped it against his palm.

“Bend over the desk.”  He nodded towards the desk that he had previously been sitting behind.

“Come on, Mr. Thorne.  You can’t paddle me!”  I took another step back and felt my knees shaking.

“Yes, I can.”  He took a step forward.  “The rules are very clear about what I can and cannot do—trust me, I read every single one of them.”

“Yeah, but nobody gets paddled here—that kind of stuff only happens in public school.”  I tried to take another step backwards, but my knees were too shaky to move.

“That’s the problem with this place, isn’t it?  It’s full of spoiled rich kids like you that are used to just getting away with everything and never facing the consequences.”  He tapped the paddle on his hand again.  “You’ve gotten by with more than most people have, so I think it is only fitting that you are the first one to learn about real consequences.”

“Surely we could work something out, I mean...”  My words got trapped in my throat.  “I could do extra homework, you could even suspend me!”

“I don’t think so, Ms. Lewis.”  He tapped his palm with the paddle again.  “Bend over the desk—you don’t want me to have to tell you again.”

I looked at the oak desk and then back to Mr. Thorne.  He was definitely serious.  He fully intended to paddle me.  There was something about him that compelled me to obey him, even with the fear surging through my veins.  My nerves were in turmoil and my stomach was doing flips.  I was scared of being paddled.  I had done so many terrible things to Mr. Thorne, but I never thought I would get my actual comeuppance.  As much as I hated having to go to school, I didn’t want to be thrown out.  My parents would certainly not forgive me for that.  They definitely wouldn’t let me sit at home doing nothing if I was expelled.  With my grades, I wasn’t going to get accepted into another school.  Even if I got my GED, it would take a lot of donations to convince a college to let me attend.  That was only if they were willing to throw more money at the wall.  There was a good chance they would force me to get a job and actually earn my keep.  I looked at the desk again—I didn’t see another alternative except the punishment I had earned.  I forced my wobbly knees to carry me to the desk and leaned against it with both palms flat on the surface.

“I said bend over the desk, not lean against it.”  Mr. Thorne walked over.  “Grab the other side with your hands.”

“Yes sir.”  I pushed my hands further across the oak, bending more with every inch.  When I could touch the opposite side, my stomach was almost flat against the desk.

“I think five is sufficient punishment for being out of dress code.”  He tapped the paddle against his palm a little harder.  “Since you like showing off the fact you’re not wearing any panties...”

“What? Wait!”  I looked over my shoulder as I felt his hand on my skirt.

“I think this should help you remember to wear panties tomorrow.”  He pulled my skirt up and folded it along the small of my back, leaving my ass exposed.

“Please, Mr. Thorne—I’m sorry.”  Genuine fear filled me when I felt the paddle touch my bare flesh.

“Eyes forward.”  He glared at me until I turned my head.

“Yes sir...”  The second my eyes were facing the opposite direction I saw a shadow move on the wall and then I heard a loud crack that echoed through the classroom.  The sound echoed in the room for a moment before I felt the sting erupt across my ass.  “Ow!”

“It isn’t so much fun being a disrespectful little brat when there are consequences, is it?”  His words were followed by the second swing of his paddle.

“Ouch!”  I squealed and lifted up off the desk as the searing agony of the paddle made my ass sting even more.  “No sir...”

“I’m done playing nice with spoiled little rich brats like you.”  He brought the paddle down a third time.

“Ow!  Please, Mr. Thorne, it hurts!”  I reached back and started to rub my ass, feeling it warm and tender to the touch.

“Put your hands back on the other side of the desk. You just earned yourself an extra swat for not staying in position for your punishment.”  He nudged my hand with the edge of the paddle.

“What?  No!”  I turned my head towards him and felt my lips quivering as I spoke.  My hands continued to rub my ass furiously, trying to make the sting go away.

“Now you’ve earned yourself two extra swats.  Would you like to go for a third?”  He glared at me.

“No sir!”  Tears started to well up in my eyes as I moved my hands back to the other side of the desk and looked at the wall.

“I would recommend that you get used to this position.”  The paddle came down a fourth time.  “You’re going to be in it every time you misbehave from now on.”

“Ouch!  I’m sorry!”  I squealed again and the tears rushed from the corner of my eyes.

“You can either do what you’re supposed to do, or you can make regular visits to my office and bare your ass for the paddle.”  The paddle swung and connected with my exposed ass again, lifting me slightly off the floor as it did.

“I won’t do anything wrong again, I swear!”  I bounced in place, but I kept my hands firmly where they were supposed to be.

“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.