Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Of course he knows it, the distant, detached voice in my mind said. He knows how to whip a girl like you. That’s why he said it, so you’ll think about it.
Jake gave me the first, and I cried out, my back arching.
“Are you going to sass me again, honey?” he asked, his voice very grave, as if the question were a request for a solemn vow.
In the moment after he asked, I felt, to my astonishment, like I didn’t want to say yes, let alone yes, sir. Somehow, even with two lashes from the strap remaining, the fact that the end had come in sight had brought a spark of defiance back into my chest.
Jake’s right hand, with the strap in it, took hold of my bottom and squeezed gently.
I cried out pitifully, though I could hear in the sound that the terrible complexity of my thoughts and feelings and fantasies had risen again to the surface of my body and my mind. The very idea of my foster father touching me that way seemed to send the fire from his strap shooting everywhere in my body—but above all, mortifyingly, to my pussy.
I had to say it. I had to end this, so that at the very least I could think about what it meant, and what the fuck I intended to do about it—if I could do anything at all. Even as I sobbed out the words, though, I knew I told a lie.
“Yes, sir.”
His hand moved, and I whimpered at the softness of his firm hand’s touch. The fingers moved downward, began to rub lightly, much too close to the place I both desperately wanted them and deeply feared they would go. I moaned, despite my best efforts; I simply couldn’t keep the sound down. I turned my face, moved my fist, opened my eyes to look at Shelly as I felt my cheek dip into the pool of tears I had made on the cushion.
To my astonishment, her eyes gazed straight back into mine. Her knitting lay on her lap, with her hands folded over it, but all her attention had focused on me. Her expression didn’t contain the horror I’d expected. Instead, she had a little smile on her face, though her cheeks seemed to have more color than they’d had when she had first sat down in her chair. I blinked, distracted for the moment from the pain in my rear end, as I noticed that her chest seemed to have begun rising and falling in a more rapid rhythm than her relaxed, seated position seemed to warrant.
Could she see where her husband had his hand? I felt my eyes go wide as I realized that she must see it. I bit my lip to keep it back, but a low moan came from my chest.
“Naughty girl,” Jake said in an impossibly deep voice, from much closer to my ear than I had expected him to be. He had bent down, to speak the words to me in an intimate way that sent fire through my veins. The sheer physical presence of the handsome, older farmer, looming over me, controlling my body with his hands, made me lightheaded.
Then he took his hand away from my ass, and I sensed him straightening up. His left hand gripped my back a little tighter, and I knew what would happen next. I tried to suppress my cry of fear, but it came out anyway, and then it became a wail of agony as the strap came down hard across my bottom cheeks.
“Is there anything else you’d like to say, Grace?” Jake asked.
I had closed my eyes again as the leather had whistled through the air, and squeezed them shut even more tightly as the pain had built in my backside. I opened them to look at Shelly. My lips parted when I saw that her hands, in her lap, weren’t motionless any longer—nor had she started to knit again. No: through her modest blue cotton skirt her fingers had begun to push against what lay hidden there. Rhythmically, steadily, Shelly had begun to touch herself as she watched the end of my punishment.
My eyes traveled upward to her face as my own cheeks went burning hot in an instant, to match the terrible heat in my backside. Shelly had her lower lip between her teeth. Her nostrils flared a little with each breath. Her gaze didn’t meet mine; I saw that instead she had focused her attention on my bottom, and maybe on the sight of Jake looming over me with the strap in his hand.
As I looked into her face, humiliation mingled inside me with an urgent jolt of need, dark fantasies and shameful desires unfolding unbidden in my mind. Her eyes returned to mine, and her forehead creased very deeply. The pink in her cheeks got brighter, but she didn’t stop moving her fingers over her concealed private parts, and she didn’t look away.