I don’t know what came over me when I decided to paddle Bethany.  I was thinking about all the horror stories my brother had told me, the way she made Mr. Matthews cower in fear, and the total lack of respect she showed in general.  All of those thoughts came together in one blind moment of anger.  Once the words left my lips, I couldn’t very well take them back.  If I didn’t follow through, she would have won—she would have asserted the same dominance over me she had over everyone else and that wasn’t going to happen.

I was glad that it was Friday night because I needed a break from Grantham University.  I couldn’t get Bethany’s curves or her delicious ass out of my mind as I sat on the couch sipping a beer.  I wanted to do a lot more than paddle her beautiful ass, but I knew I couldn’t give in to those temptations—especially when it seemed to be more than just punishment for her.  I was almost positive she was masturbating in her car when I walked outside the school.

“So, are you ready to give up yet?”  My brother walked out of his room with a glass of whiskey in his hand.  It looked like his penchant for day drinking hadn’t stopped, even after he was away from the school.

“Give up?”  I looked at him as he walked in and took a seat.  He was still wearing his bathrobe and it didn’t look like he had shaved—which meant he hadn’t shaved at all since the day I took over for him.

“I think it’s probably time for me to get back to work and see what a mess you’ve made of the school.”  He chuckled.  “I can’t believe I haven’t been fired yet.”

“The school is fine.”  I sipped my beer and put it back on the table.  “Everything’s going great.”

“Great—by your standards?  I don’t even want to imagine how fucked up it is.”  He rolled his eyes and lifted his glass to his lips.

“Let’s see...”  I smiled and tilted my head.  “I’ve put all the kids you warned me about in their place—including Bethany Lewis—and the teachers actually have control of their classrooms.”

“That’s impossible.”  He chuckled again.  “They’re just playing you, I promise.  Those teachers don’t have a backbone.”

“What about you?”  I was a bit annoyed by what he was saying.

“Me?”  He blinked a couple of times.

“Yeah, what about your backbone?  You couldn’t handle a bunch of kids?”  I reached for my beer again.

“They’re not kids!  They’re demons!”  His tone started to reflect anger.  “Rich little spoiled demons!”

“They’re just disrespectful.  You can’t ask for respect or expect to reason with them.  You have to show them that you are in control.  That goes for the teachers as well.  It doesn’t matter if the students are old enough to be in college or if some of them probably should be in prison, you just have to show them you aren’t going to put up with their shit.”  I tilted my beer back and took another sip.

“Yeah—you try that.  Then you’ll get a visit from their parents and you’ll see why they’re like that.”  He shook his head and his eyes filled with anguish.

“I got a visit from one of them.”  I nodded.

“Oh yeah?  Which one?”  He sipped his whiskey again.

“Braden Steele’s father.  He wasn’t happy I suspended his son.”  I chuckled and shrugged.  “I handled him.”

“Braden Steele?  You suspended Braden Steele?  Are you out of your mind?”  His eyes got wide with concern.

“And I dealt with his father.  Everything is fine.  His father understood.”  I kept the details thin—if Sloane knew exactly what I did, he would probably die on the spot.

“I..”  He shook his head in disbelief.  “That’s impossible.  Next you’ll be telling me you suspended Bethany Lewis and she did cartwheels out the front door.”

“I didn’t suspend her.  I didn’t have to.”  I smiled.  “Let’s just say she won’t have an easy time sitting down at the dinner table tonight.”

“What?”  It took a moment for what I said to register.  “You didn’t...”

“I paddled her.”  I nodded.  “The handbook says it’s an acceptable method of dealing with behavior.”

“That handbook is twenty years old!  We don’t paddle students anymore!”  His jaw fell halfway down his chest.  “Oh my god, I’m going to get sued.”

“It’ll be fine, trust me.  She isn’t going to tell anyone what happened.  Her pride won’t let her.”  I sipped my beer again.  “But, I don’t think she’ll be eager to end up in detention again.”

Or maybe she will...

“This is insanity.  I made a mistake.  I’m going to have to go back on Monday.”  He put his whiskey glass on the table and buried his head in his hands.

“You were about to quit.  I’m not done turning things around yet.  Let me keep working and you enjoy your vacation.”  I reached over and put my hand on his arm.  “Things will be much better when you return, I promise.”

My brother was certainly nervous, but in the end, he finally agreed to let me keep working on my plan to turn the school around.  What I said to him wasn’t entirely true.  The school was already in good shape and outside of minor issues, most of the students had fallen in line.  He could have taken back over on Monday and probably found the job ten times easier than it was when he left.  The problem was—I didn’t want to leave. 

I didn’t want to be away from Bethany or her delicious curves.  The way her hips moved and her pussy glistened when the paddle landed on her ass was all I could think about.  If the stories were true, she was no stranger to the thing I wanted to do to her.  The next time she found herself bent over a desk, it might not just be for the paddle.  After my brother went to bed, I lay on the couch and images of her ran through my head.

I bet that pussy is so tight—she’s never been fucked by a real man.

My hand was a poor substitute for what I really wanted, but it was all I had.  I could have hit up a bar and found someone to bring back to my brother’s couch, but none of them would have compared to Bethany.  I stroked my cock through my pants and started to unfasten them.  My brother was already passed out so I didn’t have to worry about him walking out of his bedroom.  I unbuttoned my shirt once my cock was exposed and closed my eyes.  I imagined Bethany there with me, riding my cock with the same lust on her face that I saw while she was in her car. I had to get pretty damn creative in my head when I was locked up, trying to get my thrill when the lights went out.  None of those thoughts were as intense as the images of Bethany dancing in my head.  I moved my hand up and down my cock slow, feeling it swell even more as the pleasure brought it to life.

I’m going to do very dirty things to you, Ms. Lewis.

My hand went down to my balls and then back to the top of my cock with a single stroke, each one getting a little faster than the one before it.  I knew what her pussy looked like, I knew what her ass looked like, but I had to imagine her naked tits bouncing while she rode me.  The shirts she wore were so tight that it wasn’t difficult.  I imagined both of her tits in my hands as she lifted up and down, letting my cock slide deep inside her pussy.  She was probably the kind of girl that rode a cock like her life depended on it, chasing an orgasm like a maniac.  If the fury of what she was doing in her car was any indication, she didn’t hold back when she wanted to cum.  I would teach her things that none of the guys at the school could teach her—I would teach her how to worship my cock and beg for more.

Don’t stop—don’t stop until you make me cum.

In my fantasy, my hands drifted down from her breasts and started to hold her hips while she bucked them against me.  The fantasy was intense and I could feel the pressure building up in my balls.  It built until I was so close to an orgasm that my hips were moving up as my hand came down.  I grabbed a napkin from the table and held it to the end of my cock.  The pressure got more intense as I imagined Bethany moaning and begging for me to fuck her harder.  In my mind, I was happy to oblige.  The pressure got even stronger and the pleasure sent a release of dopamine through my body.  I clenched the head of my cock with the napkin as I imagined myself deep inside of her and ready to unload.  The sticky streams of cum rushed through my cock and erupted against the napkin.  I stroked faster, sending more cum shooting through the shaft until I was drained.