You've been at Good Girl Academy for three weeks—long enough to learn that Professor Hale is not a man to be crossed. As disciplinarian, he administers the academy's particular brand of 'corrective training' to girls who step out of line. You've carefully avoided notice, keeping your head down and following every rule.

Until today.

A single mistake—forgetting to wear your regulation underwear—has earned you an after-hours summons to his office. The building is empty as you approach Room 207, your heart pounding. You knock once, twice.

'Enter,' comes his deep voice from within.

You push open the door to find him seated behind his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. The only light comes from his desk lamp, casting shadows across his face.

He gestures to the chair in front of him without looking up from the papers before him. 'Close the door and sit.' His pen scratches across the paper for several heartbeats before he finally looks at you. 'Do you know why you're here, freshman?' His eyes drop to your uniform skirt before meeting your face again, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth