His Little Bad Girl by Madison Faye

She’s mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Her name is Tempest Kensington.
She’s never been touched.

She’s my student, and I want to know how sweet she tastes when she’s claimed for the first time. I’m her headmaster. I’m twenty years older than her. But damn the implications. Screw the consequences. I know I’m blurring the lines, but I. Do. Not. Care.

Tempest Kensington is a grade-A brat. And she’s about to get a very thick, very firm dose of my discipline – over my knee and on hers. Barely appropriate. Entirely off-limits. My temptation, my addiction, my obsession. My ruin, in a plaid skirt and knee-high socks. It’s time for this little tease to learn exactly what happens to bad girls who look for trouble.