“Master,” he snapped. “And I don’t know that I like this shirt on you, Valentine. How many people saw you like this?”
“Only you. This is all for you.” She swept a hand over herself, indicating not just her shirt but her entire outfit, her whole body. All for you if only you’ll take it. Take me.
“You’re practically falling out of it.” Shane’s mouth was a white line of disapproval.
“But…I’m supposed to be. I’m the naughty schoolgirl—get it?” Valentine looked at him hopefully.
“Did I ask you to come dressed in a costume?” he barked. “This isn’t Halloween, little girl. If you think all the lifestyle consists of is dressing up and playacting you can walk out the door right now.”
Valentine took a deep breath. He’s shouting at me. He’s never shouted at me before! “I-I know there’s more to it than that. But you told me to come dressed for a punishment and I thought, well, I thought if you decided to whip me this skirt would be the perfect thing.” She gestured at her blue and green plaid skirt and lifted her chin defiantly, looking him in the eye.
“It does appear to give easy access.” Shane studied her abbreviated skirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs. “What do you have on under it?”
“Panties.” Valentine smiled at him innocently. “Just a pair of little white panties.”
“Let me see. Raise your skirt.”
Valentine arched an eyebrow at him. “Front or back first, Sir?”
“Back,” he snapped. “And don’t get smart or I’ll give you a few licks to get you in line before we even get started.”
Valentine thought of saying they appeared to have already started but the stern expression on his face shut her up. Instead she bent over slightly from the waist and flipped the back of her skirt up, baring her naked backside.
“I don’t see any panties. Just your bare ass.” Shane’s voice was flat. “Did you lie to me?” There was a high-pitched sound and suddenly there was a line of fire across her exposed buttocks.
Valentine yelped. He whipped me! Oh my God, he actually used the riding crop on me!
“Well?” he demanded.
“No…no, Sir,” she gasped, trying to restrain herself from rubbing the spot where the crop had landed. “They’re just small. You can see them better in the front.”
“All right. Raise your skirt in the front.”
Valentine straightened up and smoothed down her plaid skirt in the back. Then she raised the front of it, holding it out of the way so that Shane could see what was between her thighs.
“Hmm. Come over here.” He led her closer to the couch so that he could sit down while she stood in front of him. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, still staring between her thighs intently.
Valentine felt as if her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Taking a deep breath, she did as he commanded, hoping that he liked what he saw. The tiny white triangle of lace was no bigger than a quarter and it started at the top of her slit, leaving her mound of neatly trimmed blonde curls bare. From there it only got narrower until the point of the triangle and the string attached to it disappeared between her plump pussy lips.
“So this is it? These are your panties?” Shane traced the lacy white triangle with one finger very, very slowly as he spoke.
Valentine gasped and bit back a moan. “Yes, Sir.”
“They’re not very big.”
“No, Sir. I thought…thought you’d like to have me as bare as possible for the…the punishment.” She could hardly get the words out. His featherlight touch was driving her insane. He had yet to make contact with her bare skin but the feel of his finger through the lacy white fabric was making her so wet she could barely stand it. She wondered if he could tell what he was doing to her and if he liked it.
“I don’t think that’s why you dressed that way at all, sweetheart.” Shane looked up at her from his seated position. “I think you came dressed for a seduction. Didn’t I tell you no sex?”
“Yes, but…but the way you’re touching me…”
“If you’re going to be my sub, you need to get used to my hands on your body. All over your body. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. So I think this is a good time to talk about your safe word. I assume you understand what I’m talking about since you’ve been doing your homework.”
“Yes. I thought…Peter’s name.”
