Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Detention,” a familiar voice barks from behind me, sending shivers of want quaking through my body. I have problems. Major problems. The moment I hear his voice, I go crazy with desire. What is wrong with me?
“Why?” Caleb asks, sounding shocked.
A strong hand grips my bicep and I’m tugged out of Caleb’s arms. “PDA is against the rules. You know better.” He’s talking to Caleb but glaring down at me. I get caught up in his brown eyes that only stare coldly at me these days.
“I’m sorry,” I peep out.
Everett clenches his jaw. Then he releases me. “Get to class before the bell rings and I’ll see both of you after school.” He storms away and I stare after him with my mouth open. Today he’s dressed nicely, in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. The fabric hugs his muscled ass in the most delicious way.
“River—” Caleb starts, but I cut him off.
“I need to see the guidance counselor,” I clip out.
He frowns but nods. “See you after school.”
I skip out on going to Everett’s class that’s too easy anyway and head straight for the office. I don’t have to wait long before Mr. Polk calls me in.
“Have a seat, Miss Banks,” he says with a warm smile and waves a hand to a chair in front of his desk. He closes the door behind him and then takes a seat across from me. “What can I help you with?”
I chew on my lip and let my gaze roam over the pictures behind his desk. They’re all of him and a pretty blonde woman. Must be his wife or girlfriend. He waits patiently for me to speak. I look down at my lap and tug at the hem of my short pleated skirt. It’s funky and looks cute with my Doc Martens. When I look up at Mr. Polk, he’s looking at my thighs.
“I think I should change my schedule.”
He frowns. “Are you struggling in one of your classes?”
“AP Pre-Calc.”
Irritation flickers in his eyes. “Coach Long,” he utters, a hint of disgust in his tone. “Are you already failing? It’s hardly been a month.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m acing it. I just don’t like it there.”
“Is Coach being rude to you? I heard through some students he called you a stripper. That true?”
My mouth pops open in shock. I’m embarrassed about Everett and how I behaved, but I don’t want him to get into trouble. “No,” I lie.
He must sense that I’m protecting Everett because he stands and glares at me. “Miss Banks, that skirt seems awfully short for school. Does that have anything to do with your problems in his class? Has he…you know…touched you?”
Heat paints my neck and I feel my cheeks go bright red. “No. Ew, Mr. Polk.” I can barely keep the shaking out of my voice. “I just…do you have anyone I can talk to about my problems? Is there someone you can refer me to?”
He walks around the side of his desk and glances at my thighs again. “What sort of problems?”
I chew on my lip and shrug.
His gaze softens. “Sweetheart,” he urges, “I’m your guidance counselor. I can help you with these things but you need to talk to me. What happens in here, stays in here. Understand? Don’t be afraid to open up to me. I need to know what sort of problems.”
Nodding, I set to fidgeting with the hem of my skirt. “Sexual. I have a problem crushing on older men.”
He chuckles. “Like your silly guidance counselor?”
I cringe at the very thought of being in Mr. Polk’s bed.
“More like my coach,” I breathe out.
His amusement dissipates and he motions for me to stand. “That skirt is too short for school. I’m going to get my ruler and measure it.”
“What?”
“Up, Miss Banks.” He snags a ruler from his desk and points with it. “Put your palms on the desk so I can take a look.”
I’m in shock but he watches me with a serious stare. On shaky legs, I stand and place my hands on the smooth surface. I soon feel the cold metal of the ruler against the back of my thigh. His hand grips my flesh as he measures.
“Definitely too short,” he chides as he squats behind me. “Miss Banks, I can see your black panties. This is unacceptable.”
I’m frozen in place because even though Mr. Polk is older and sort of cute, I’m not into what he’s doing with me at all.
“Three licks.”
“What?”
He stands and slides the ruler against the inside of my thigh, lifting my skirt with it. “At this school, girls are punished for breaking dress code. Three slaps with the ruler.”
I start to argue but he cracks me over the back of my bare thigh with the metal. Tears spring in my eyes. He hits me twice more, quickly and painfully, before he lets the metal ruler clatter to his desk.