Page 19 of Tristan’s Temptation

“I thought,” she purred, “we could play. Would you like to play the game, Tristan?”

“Shannon?” An insipid question. Of course it was her. “How did you do this?”

She chuckled, deep and low. “I told Jack you wanted to test the interactive applications and had him enable the functions on our computers.”

Little minx. “When did you do that?”

“This afternoon, while you were hiding.”

“I wasn’t hiding.” But of course it was a lie. He had been hiding.

“Hmm,” she murmured. Her voice rumbled through his being. “At any rate, I thought perhaps we could…explore the possibilities on a virtual platform. Surely that wouldn’t break any rules. It’s practically work.”

He contemplated the idea for a second, but just barely a second. She must be right. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”

She made a little noise in her throat, the sound of a woman satisfied with a man’s response to her overture. “Why don’t you select a scenario?”

He clicked over to Virtual Life and reviewed the instance list. In a heartbeat, he realized the available scenarios were his and hers, mingled together. He read the titles, titillated, but couldn’t decide.

And then, without a doubt, he knew what he wanted. “You choose.” He wanted to know, needed to know, what sparked her fire.

“All right.” He heard her mouse click. A scenario coalesced on the screen. It was innocuous, at first glance. Virtual Shannon, dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse, sat on a bench in a hallway. The word Schoolmaster was stenciled on the door to her right. Quickly, he checked the name of the instance and his cock leapt to attention. He’d never seen this scenario before. It was new. She’d created it just this afternoon. It was titled Shannon Has Been a Very Naughty Girl.

He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

Before he could move or comment or formulate a coherent thought, Virtual Shannon, in her schoolgirl uniform, stood and walked to the door. She opened it and entered a traditional principal’s office. A man sat at the desk—a man who suspiciously resembled Tristan. He looked up as she approached.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Trillo?” she said in a sweet, innocent voice.

The man at the desk, the virtual Mr. Trillo, just sat and stared, struck dumb.

Shannon cleared her throat and repeated herself. “You wanted to see me?” And Tristan realized this instance, unlike the others they’d created, was not pre-programmed. They were creating it as they went along.

He said in as stern a voice as he could muster, “Yes, Miss Weiss. You’ve been very naughty.”

The lovely, innocent Miss Weiss clasped her hands behind her back and dropped her head, digging the toe of her shoe into the virtual carpet. “I didn’t mean to be naughty. I hope you won’t punish me.”

Dear Jesus in heaven. Tristan shifted as, suddenly, things got very hard for him. “Miss Weiss,” he said, “if I don’t punish you, how will you learn your lesson?”

“I’ll be good.” Yeah. He’d put money on it. “I’ll do anything you say. Just please don’t spank me.” As she said this, Virtual Shannon placed her hands on her ass, rubbing alluringly. “My bottom still stings from the last time.”

“You know—” He swallowed, finding it difficult to form words. “You know you need a spanking.”

“Please, schoolmaster.” She strolled across the room and knelt in front of him. “I’ll do anything to avoid a spanking.”

Tristan swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth. “Anything?”

“Yes, schoolmaster.”

A shaft of lust licked him. He quickly unfastened his jeans and reached for his cock. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this, he knew it. Yeah, he was weak. But it would be worth it.

“I think a spanking is definitely in order.”

“But—”

“No buts!” He bit back a grin at his unintentional play on words. “Come here, Miss Weiss.”

She stood slowly and stepped closer.