25 - Eva.

I rush down the hallway toward my next class, knowing I'm already late for math with Professor Jameson. By far, out of all the teachers, she is the nicest of them.

Not to mention, she teaches both math and English, the two normal subjects at this God-forsaken school.

After Oak spanked me over his knee, I had to rush back to my dorm, dress as fast as I could, and run back out.

He is insane. He may be hot as hell, and at first, the idea of being bent over daily and spanked by such a dominant, sexy man fed a dark fantasy of mine, but as our lessons carried on, I wondered what he was getting out of it. Now, it seems he's changed tactic, which I'm reminded of as I glance down at my still red fingers. My skin crawls at the memory of how much blood there was on that floor. I've tried to scrub the blood off them, but I didn't have enough time.

When I first met Oak, I couldn't stop thinking about how good it would be to cross the line between teacher and student, but the saying, be careful wha