Welcome to the school for bad girls. Class has just begun. Get down on your knees, he said. And I obeyed. It started when I had trouble in class. My dad put me into reform school to make me into a model citizen. But it didn't turn out well. Because my new teacher doesn't just teach. He commands. Grayson Thorn doesn't use a pen or a pencil. He uses a whip. He doesn't have a ruler. He has a paddle. But the problem is that I'm still a bad student. And Master Thorn is going to teach me a lesson. Every night. Gasping. Screaming. Bent over. Calling his name. Because I've met my match... Or has the dom met his?