Shameful Reformation – Shamefully Courted Read Online Emily Tilton

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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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Doctor Simmons said, “It’s perfectly normal to get aroused during your exam, Grace—especially for a girl like you. Just try to relax, though.”

I looked over at Shelly. The pink had returned to her cheeks, but she had a little smile for me.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she said. “We’ll find a suitor who can give you exactly what you need.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and chewed on my lower lip. The detachment seemed to come and go in waves. I felt myself clench again, and I felt warmth spread through the whole region that lay so exposed to the doctor and the nurse.

When the doctor spoke again, his voice had become impatient.

“Breathe nice and slowly, Grace. It’s normal to get aroused, like I just said, and the way you’re lubricating will help make this more comfortable for you, but if you can’t relax these muscles it’s going to hurt when I dilate you—open you up, I mean.”

I heard myself start to speak, again becoming distant from my body. I kept my eyes closed, but something inside me just had to ask.

“What does… what did you… mean, Doctor?”

The speculum started to open inside me. I took the inside of my cheek between my teeth and bit hard at the terrible mixture of pain and arousal.

“Hymen is intact,” the doctor said, in a businesslike voice clearly intended for Nurse Cathy’s ears. “But should rupture easily on first coitus. I won’t need to rupture it to insert the IUD.”

“Doctor?” I asked, wondering suddenly if I had actually drifted away into an alternate reality, and I hadn’t spoken at all.

“What did I mean by what?” the doctor asked impatiently. “I’m going to insert your intrauterine device now. You and your suitor won’t have to worry about pregnancy until you’re ready to start a family.”

I opened my eyes to see Nurse Cathy handing him a tiny thing in the shape of a T. He held it up for me to see.

“See? Very small. Neither of you will feel it, whether during sexual intercourse or during your daily activities.”

“I…” I said, as he returned his attention below my waist. “I meant…”

The speculum opened me up again, and I swallowed hard. I felt it expanding still further inside me.

“Ow… ow…” I said, my voice whiny.

“I told you to relax,” the doctor said. “It will only take… a… second.”

My body bucked as I felt a flash of pain deep inside me.

“There,” the doctor said. “I’m just going to keep you open for a moment while I check… yes… the IUD is properly placed.”

“What did you mean a girl like me?” I asked, the words rushing out as I tried to distract my attention from the discomfort in my pussy.

He pulled the speculum out at last. To my dismay, I felt it again, though, its beak against the other hole, the one lower down, the tiny, wrinkly one. I swallowed again, thinking about what Jake and Shelly had said about that hidden ring, about having sex there.

“I’ll have a look in here, too,” the doctor told me. “To make sure you’re ready for anal intercourse when the time comes. Push for me, just like you’re on the toilet. That’s right. You know how, a girl like you.”

I let out a little cry that had discomfort and shame and an unwelcome recognition all mixed up in it. I felt the speculum stretch me on its opening beak.

“Anus is well formed,” the doctor told the nurse. “Anal intercourse is indicated, with the usual training recommended.” He looked up at me. “Training a girl’s anus involves anal plugs—most people call them butt plugs. When your suitor wants you to get started with that, he’ll let you know.”

He looked back down. Despite everything, all the discomfort and all the humiliation, or maybe because of it, I clenched again. I heard a sound that must have been a suppressed giggle from Nurse Cathy. My face felt once again like the surface of the sun.

“That’s what I meant, Grace,” Doctor Simmons said, “by a girl like you. You’re here in Grasskiln, under the supervision of the New Modesty Authority, not just because you’re a criminal, but because you’re a young woman who has specific needs—and just like Mrs. Carpenter said, those are needs we can make sure get taken care of here.”

Another girl from the bus arrived at the front of the New Modesty Authority building, with her foster mother, at the same time Shelly and I had. I recognized her but I didn’t remember her name, if I’d ever heard it. She didn’t seem any more inclined to greet me than I did her, though; we both had our eyes mostly on the floor. To my distress, I couldn’t help wondering whether she had gotten punished last night, and whether she had training panties on under her modest dress—identical to mine, as far as I could tell, except for the color.


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