Punished and Loving It

The first time I met the new dean in the hallway, I knew that I wanted to be his. He was tall, handsome and had a wicked grin and gleam in his eyes.

I got his attention in the only way that I knew how. It wasn’t a good way and once I had it, I wasn’t sure I wanted it. I didn’t get the seduction chance that I’d thought I would get. Instead I got punished and it was one that I was meant to remember.

Things escalate quickly and I’m overwhelmed with the games the man plays. I become a toy to him and I’m ever so willing to accommodate his every whim and desire.