Miss Simpkins' School: Miranda by Raven McAllan Page A

want to marry me? But don’t you need to ask Papa for my hand first?”
    He chuckled. “Being inside you has nothing to do with it. Nor does your papa. I’ve fought my inclinations for long enough. If you don’t mind being tied to an old man, why should I mind it?”
    “Well, I don’t. You’re not old and I’d love to see you put me over your knee from there...ow, ah... Felix...” He moved so fast Miranda had no time to gather her wits before she found herself across his knee and with one of his arms pinning her there. The first touch of his hand tickled. The second third and fourth didn’t. By the fifth she was floating, and pain morphed into pleasure and hot arousal.
    “Let go and come for me.” The spanks followed one after another, and she needed no further bidding. Miranda screamed her completion long and loud. Her whole body shook and she sobbed tears of pleasure. Felix soothed her tender skin with a soft caress. His hands stroked as he whispered words she couldn’t decipher, until she stopped shaking and took a deep breath.
    “I think it would be interesting to feel your crop and flogger, my lord, but in all honestly I cannot see how that can be bettered. Apart from your cock in my channel.”
    “Then will you marry me, Miranda?” He teased her nether hole with the tip of a finger and she held her breath. Would he? It was something else she’d wondered about. She clenched her buttocks and thrust her arse toward him. His finger dipped another quarter of an inch, to stop just before the ring of muscles she knew was there.
    “Maybe once you have agreed to be mine we can discover the delights of my cock in your arse.”
    “Oh yes, please. But, Felix, are you sure?” Miranda was dismayed she couldn’t keep the anxious note out of her voice. “I know I’ve begged and teased you, but are you really sure?”
    He lifted her onto his knee, and Miranda gasped as the rough hairs of his legs scratched her tender arse.
    “I’ll apply some salve soon,” he promised her. “Firstly though, yes I am sure. So sure in fact I’ve already spoken to your papa. Why do you think he agreed to meet Ashley so readily?”
    Miranda began to laugh. “So I didn’t need to go to all this trouble? Is everyone in on your plan?”
    He nipped the soft skin of the nape of her neck with his mouth. His teeth grazed her flesh, and his fingers circled each nipple in turn, before he lifted his mouth. “Only your papa and Ash know the whole, though I’d hazard a guess the ladies are now in the know. I suspect Ashley got some satisfaction over hitting me on the head. I once threatened to dismember him, if he upset Adriana. As to your organizing tonight? Oh, my love, nothing could have convinced me more than tonight that I was doing the right thing. Because I am dominant and will demand obedience in the bedroom. Can you accept that? That today will be an aberration unless I say we do this. Would you accept that?” His tone might be casual, but the way his body tensed under hers was not.
    Miranda acted on instinct and slipped from his lap to kneel in front of him. She dipped her head and let her hair cover her face and shoulders. “My lord, it would be an honor to bow to you as and how you desire. I’ve heard to be a lady in the parlor and to bow to your partner in the bedroom is the perfect mix. I’d be honored.”
    “Then let’s get some sleep and face your papa in the morning.”
    “Sleep? I thought you said you would show me more delights once we were affianced? I’m sure I heard myself agree to be your wife and enjoy all you chose to show me. Was that all?”
    Felix lifted her head and held her chin as he stared at her. “Minx, you know it wasn’t. Shall we begin as we mean to go on? For tomorrow we have to stand up and agree to set a godly example to the twins. It sounds ominous and restricting. So shall we get some sinning in first?”
    Miranda nodded. Felix let out his breath in a noisy whoosh.
    “On the bed then,