Valentine felt a flash of apprehension. “Do you think he’ll be mad?”
“No, not when he knows we’re together for the long run.” Shane stroked a stray curl out of her eyes. “He would have been angry if I told him we were just fucking around but that’s not what we’re doing, is it, Valentine?”
“No, absolutely not. Although we are fucking.” She gave him a naughty grin and looked down to where they were still joined. Then she wiggled her hips to make him groan.
“Keep that up, sweetheart, and you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”
“Maybe another birthday present?” Valentine wiggled enticingly again. “Do you have anything else you want to give me…Master?”
“A hell of a lot more, sweetheart.” Grinning, Shane lifted her in his arms and walked her over to the bed. “But I think this time we’ll do it lying down. I want you under me.”
“Yes, Master,” Valentine moaned as he laid her on the bed and began to work deep inside her once more. It was the best birthday and the best Valentine’s Day she could ever remember having and she never wanted it to end.
EPILOGUE
“Valentine, come in here right now!” Shane used his scariest voice, knowing it would make her tremble, both with fear and anticipation. He sat up straighter at his desk, the offending piece of paper held in one hand.
“Yes, Mr. Daniels?” Valentine came in, a look of uncertainty on her delicate features. But it was the way that she was dressed that nearly made Shane lose his focus. The naughty Catholic schoolgirl skirt was riding high on her thighs and her thin white top was tied just under her full breasts. The material of the blouse she wore was transparent enough to show the two slender gold hoops that pierced her tight pink nipples as well as the thin gold chain that joined them.
Shane took a deep breath. God, it had been almost a year since that fateful night when she’d come to find him in the club and still he wanted her so much he was hard the minute she walked in the room.
“Mr. Daniels?” Valentine’s sweet voice reminded him that they had a scene to play and it was one of her favorites—the strict professor punishes the naughty student.
“Do you know what this is?” Shane asked, waving the piece of paper he held in his hand under her nose. “Well, do you?”
“Um…my chemistry test from last Wednesday?”
“Exactly. And do you know what I noticed about this test when I was grading it?”
“No.” Valentine bit her bottom lip and scuffed the toe of her little black, patent leather shoe on the floor.
“I noticed the answers were the exact same ones as Holly Smith’s. That’s what I noticed.” Shane slammed the “test” down on the desk and stood, towering over her. “Do you know what the penalty for cheating is in my classroom, Valentine?”
“I…no.” She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes but he could see the lust burning in their depths too—the longing for more.
“You can choose one of two punishments,” Shane told her. “Either I can report this to the dean or you can lean over my desk and take a whipping. Now which is it going to be?”
“Oh please, Professor Daniels—don’t tell the dean! I’ll be expelled.” Valentine put her hands together, pleading in a most convincing way. Shane thought that if the scenario they were playing out was real he might have been tempted to let her go, just because she looked so sorry for what she’d done. However, it wasn’t real and it was going to be his pleasure to punish her instead. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants as Valentine fell to her knees in front of him and pressed her cheek to his thighs. “Please, please, don’t tell. I’ll do anything. Anything.”
Shane pulled her to her feet. “What you’re going to do right now is march over to my desk and raise your skirt, young lady. It’s time for your whipping.”
Hesitantly, Valentine went over to the solid oak desk that Shane kept in his study for paying bills and leaned over it, thrusting her ass in the air. “Like this?”
“Yes, except I told you to raise your skirt.” Shane began unbuckling the black leather belt he wore.
Valentine’s tilted green eyes went wide. “You’re going to whip me with that?”
“Not unless you pull up your skirt right now. Since you can’t follow instructions, I’m beginning to think you want me to go to the dean after all.”
“No, no—I’ll be good!” Quickly, she flipped up her skirt, baring the silky globes of her bare ass bisected by the scarlet lace of a tiny thong.
“Very good, Valentine.” Shane walked over to her and stroked her trembling ass. “Very nice indeed. But I think you’d better take your panties off too. I don’t want anything to get in the way of your punishment.”
“My…my panties?” She looked at him uncertainly.
“Unless you’d like me to go to the dean?”
“No!” She slipped her fingers under the red elastic bands at her hips and pushed the tiny lace thong down to mid-thigh.
