Page 98 of Wicked Little Secret

Ugh. Here we go.

“He made a pass at me,” I say. “I… I knew I could bait him into meeting up.”

I squeeze my eyes shut a millisecond before the first blow. The wooden paddle connects with my ass, eliciting an instant scream out of me. The hot sting sears across my flesh.

For being the first hit, he’s gone harder than usual.

“Why would you ever want to bait him, Miss Oliver?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“B-because… I’ve been… he escaped Valentine the first time.”

And he deserves it.

“Why would you care about Valentine?”

I don’t respond. I’m caught between the truth and the role I’ve been playing. No one else but Mom knows about what I’m doing at Castlebury. Nobody’s even suspected that I’m infiltrating their circle in order to destroy them in the worstways.

All out of revenge for my family.

“I found out Jackson Wicker was a pedophile. He told me about it on a meet up site called NSFW. We agreed to meet at the Scarlet Room. He made the proposition and I accepted,” I recite half the truth. “He deserved to be taken out by Valentine.”

“I thought you said you never intended for him to die.”

Professor Adler deals the second blow. It comes crashing down on my ass as hard and brutal as the first. I keen in pain, arching my back despite the fact that I force my hands to remain on the desk.

My ass already feels like it’s on fire. I’m sure it’s turning red. Will I even be able to sit down in class?

Professor Adler gives me a second to recover before his interrogation continues.

“Are you aware how dangerous what you did is, Miss Oliver? Do you know what could have gone wrong if you did not handle Mr. Wicker properly?”

“Yes,” I answer. “But… I did have it under control—argh!”

Professor Adler deals a double blow. Two quick smacks of the paddle in immediate succession.

The air in my lungs runs short. My ass burns and aches while my pussy’s started throbbing.

“Tell me the truth,” he says. “Have you been behind the Valentine murders?”

“I’m too young, Professor. I wasn’t alive when—ARGH!”

The paddle slams into my ass with such force, I press against the desk for leverage. The wooden anchor slides forward from the impact.

I’m openly panting now, my legs shaking. Yet my pussy’s wet. I canfeelhow slick I am.

“Do you need to stop?” he asks me. “You stop, it’s over. We’re done here. For good.”

“No,” I choke out. “Keep… keep going.”

His rage pulses off him, circling around me in a wave. “Then tell me. Tell me the truth!”

“Yes!” I cry out as the paddle comes down again. And again. “Yes, it was me! I’ve… I’ve been doing it, Professor!”

“Why!?”

“Because they deserved it!”

“WHY?!”

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