The Dirty Headmaster

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 tale of a student and her teacher. Love, Cassie and Katie