I got home and could barely make eye contact with my parents.  My mother couldn’t pass up a chance to have a traditional sit down dinner and my brother was visiting for the weekend, which meant there was no way we were going to eat in front of the television.  I winced when I sat down in my chair, feeling the effects of the paddle still lingering on my ass.  The sting was gone, but it still hurt when I put pressure on it. 

I kept a fake smile on my face while my brother went through his accolades and explained how well he was doing as the shining star of our family.  It made me want to throw up in my mouth just hearing it.  Everything was so perfect for him. 

When the conversation shifted to me, I just told them everything was fine.  My parents had learned not to pry.  The few times they prodded me enough to get a genuine answer, it had just been a round of disappointment echoing in the room.  Thankfully, Amy came over after dinner and bailed me out of familial bliss.

“How did detention go?”  She dropped her purse on my bed and plopped down onto the quilt.

“Well...”  There was no way I could tell her the truth.  “It was interesting.”

“Did you get out early?  What was your big plan to make Mr. Matthews squirm this time?”  She bit down on her lip and grinned.

“It didn’t work, I had to stay for the full hour.”  I sighed and shook my head.

“What?  Mr. Matthews is trying to be a hard-ass.  What the hell has come over these teachers lately—and Mr. Thorne?”  Her expression changed to an annoyed one as she shook her head.

“Yeah—Mr. Matthews didn’t handle detention today.  It was Mr. Thorne.”  I sat down on the bed next to her and turned so that I was facing her with my legs crossed.  “Something is really different with him.”

“I’m just going to steer clear of him.  I can’t afford to end up getting suspended or fuck—expelled.”  She cringed at the mention of the word.

“Nothing you’ve ever done has been worthy of getting you expelled.”  I extended a foot and nudged her playfully.

“Yeah, you’re the one that gets in trouble.”  She laughed and grabbed my foot.  “I’m just really bad at school.”

“Stop it.”  I pushed my foot forward and then pulled it out of her hand.  “If I was better at school I wouldn’t be at Grantham University.”

“After the last week, I’m ready to be done with this high school crap.  I always thought Braden and Frank were cool as hell, but after watching them crumble to Mr. Thorne, I think I need to find some new guys to obsess over.”  Amy twisted her lip in contemplate.  “I’m done with boys—I need a man.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling that way myself.”  I didn’t take the sentence further and tell her that the man I was thinking about was Mr. Thorne himself.

Amy and I kept talking for hours, sharing gossip about various classmates and their encounters with Mr. Thorne.  I was the only one that had felt his paddle—or at least the others were being as secretive as I was if it happened to them.  If I was the only one, then I was definitely special.  I was either the only one terrible enough to bring out that side of him, or everyone else was hiding behind their pride like I was.  It was hard to know which one was more realistic.  What I did know was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

After Amy left and I was alone in my bed, those thoughts were present again.  My hand slid into my pajama pants and I satisfied the craving I had with the same thoughts that made me cum when I was in my car.  It wasn’t the only time I masturbated that weekend.  I shattered my personal record, finding every excuse in the world to retreat to my room and rub my clitoris until I erupted in bliss.  I was trapped in a fantasy I couldn’t escape.

There has to be more to this—there’s no way Mr. Thorne changed like that overnight.

My curiosity got the best of me as Mr. Thorne weighed on my mind.  The muscled torso I saw pressed against his shirt didn’t match the man I had seen with his pants around his knees.  There was just no way he could have transformed like that—unless he just skipped leg day for eternity.  I started searching for Mr. Thorne online, going through the limited social media presence he had, and finally just putting his name in a search engine.  A particular story caught my eye and when I pulled up the article, I saw a familiar face staring back at me.  It wasn’t Sloane Thorne—the name below the image was Anton Thorne. 

My heart started racing as I sat up in my bed with intense curiosity.  The mystery was getting even more intriguing.  Anton Thorne was a criminal.  He was a total bad boy, hot-as-sin, and the few pictures I found of him looked a whole lot like the Mr. Thorne I had spent my time with.  I pulled them up side by side and the difference was noticeable, but it was clear they were twins.

Holy shit—Mr. Thorne didn’t change overnight—he was replaced.

Things started to make a lot more sense when the reality was in front of me.  Once my eyes were opened to it, there was no mistake in my mind that the man who paddled me was Anton Thorne.  I had no idea if the real Mr. Thorne was dead somewhere and his brother was living his life or if he really did get pushed so far over the edge that he lost his mind.  I couldn’t help but wonder if he sent his brother as punishment for all the things we did to him and the way we treated him. 

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with the information because I still couldn’t deny my attraction towards him that had started to burn out of control after he paddled me.  Knowing it was not the same man I had ridiculed and embarrassed made me want him even more.  I didn’t feel like my desires were so misplaced—Anton was the kind of mistake I would love to make.  I could hardly sleep when I finally went to bed with Monday looming over my head.  I normally hated Monday, but I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Anton Thorne again.

***

“JUST FUCK OFF AND SEND me to the Principal’s office already.”  I lowered my eyes at Mr. Matthews as he tried to scold me for talking in class.

“Fine.”  He nodded.  “If you want to go see Mr. Thorne so badly, be my guest.”

Mr. Matthews pointed towards the door and I left with a smile on my face.  I had tried to go straight to Mr. Thorne’s office when I arrived, but he was busy with his daily staff meeting. I tried to get in to see him directly after that, but he already had someone in his office.  It seemed that the only way I was going to get in to see him was with an appointment—an appointment I couldn’t get without causing a little chaos.  Mr. Matthews was an easy target and it wasn’t like I was going to damage my relationship with him any more than it already was.  I sat out Mr. Thorne’s office with my panties getting wet at the thought of seeing him again.  He had threatened to paddle me if I ended up in trouble again, but I wanted more than that—I wanted to see behind the mask.  To look into his eyes and know that I wasn’t looking at the man I tormented.  I had never felt that way about a man before—just the thought of him was eating me alive.

“Ms. Lewis...”  He looked at me as he opened the door to his office and a student walked away with their head held down in shame.  “I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised to see you again.”

“I guess I just can’t stay out of trouble.”  I shrugged and walked towards him.