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)
“Tell your foster daddy that you’re sorry, honey,” she told me in a husky voice that only made the conflicting thoughts and feelings inside my head more troubling. “Once you apologize, he’ll touch your little pussy for you and make you feel good.”
I felt my lips part, as if it were happening to a different girl, another young woman who had somehow arrived in the very same humiliating position I had. I sensed my breath coming in and out, raggedly, from the other girl’s lungs and back into them, out the other girl’s mouth and back into it. My eyes traveled down again, to watch Shelly play with herself through her modest skirt, because the other Grace Franklin couldn’t help it—couldn’t stop herself from seeing the naughty thing her foster mama did, at the sight of me getting my bare-bottom whipping.
I felt my own hips move, as if in sympathy with Shelly’s naughtiness. They bucked over the arm of the chair, desperate to find a little friction.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Jake said, his voice severe. His left hand moved from the small of my back to seize my right hip and haul me backwards, so that my pussy couldn’t reach the surface of the upholstery. “Your foster mama has permission to play with herself. You don’t, honey.”
“Oh… oh, God…” I sobbed. “I… I…”
I tried to turn my head back over my shoulder to get a look at Jake’s face, but all I could see was the flannel of his shirt over his muscular back.
“Say you’re sorry, honey,” Shelly said in that same thick voice—the sound even huskier now, as if watching my punishment had brought her close to a climax.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I wailed. “Please…”
The answer to that please was a hard lash from the strap, while Jake held me securely in place to take it exactly as he chose to give it to me: full across my butt, low down where it hurt the most. I cried out in anguish, but then I felt his hand return, with the strap still in it but my foster father’s fingers in the place I needed them the most, rubbing my clit firmly, making my body explode with sudden pleasure.
“That’s it, Grace,” he murmured in my ear, stooping over me. “I bet you’ve never come before. Is that right?”
CHAPTER 9
Grace
“No,” I sobbed.
“Such a naughty girl,” Shelly said in a tone that seemed like a magic spell, or a kind of hypnosis. “Just a naughty girl… an adult, but not really a grownup yet, are you, honey?”
I felt like I had fallen through, somehow.
Fallen through what?
The rabbit hole? Alice’s gateway to an impossibly strange world?
But Alice… well, she didn’t… she would never…
I cried out. I bit my lip hard, looking at Shelly, at the transported expression on her face… she seemed to have fallen through the same trap door, into this dark, hot world. Not so dark I couldn’t see the shameful things in it, and feel, to my distress, that I wanted those things.
I felt my burning, whipped, bare bottom squirming on Jake’s knowing fingers. I felt my hips riding and riding. I heard how terribly wet he’d gotten me in an instant, after the horrid family strap had seemed to remove every sensation of pleasure and all thought of desire. I breathed in through my nose and I caught the scent of myself, the musky aroma of my naughtiness that I felt certain Jake and Shelly must be able to smell, too.
How could it be real?
“Shelly, hon,” Jake said. “You’d better come over here and suck my cock. Whipping our little Grace got me so hard.”
My foster mama started to rise from her chair, putting her knitting in the basket next to her.
“May I take off my clothes, sir?” she asked. “May I play with my pussy with my panties down?”
“Oh, God,” I moaned. I closed my eyes. It felt like if I watched, all of this impossible, shameful, irresistible scene might simply cease to exist. I put my face in the wet cushion and I shook my head, as if trying to tell the universe that I hadn’t asked for a whipping, or my foster father’s hand between my legs—that I might have stolen a pair of earrings and sassed Jake, but that otherwise I was innocent.
Jake gripped my pussy more tightly, and I moaned, my back arching and my head thrown back, my fists clenching tight beneath me.
“Go ahead, hon,” he told Shelly. “You’ve been a good girl, so, yes, you may take those panties down and touch your little pussy that way.”
I felt his thumb go between my punished cheeks and press against the smallest place, the tiniest hole. My moan became a cry of surprise and degradation. I squeezed my eyes even more tightly shut and shook my head some more.