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)
He cleaned his house for you, and you couldn’t help disrespecting him, could you?
Everything had started to happen very quickly, like in a dream where the transitions make absolutely no sense. Suddenly Cal was turning, sitting, and shifting me from his shoulder downward until my upper body landed on a couch and my legs were draped over his startlingly muscular thigh.
I felt his left arm descend across my waist, holding me in place, and then I sensed the skirt of my dress rising. With a start I understood that Cal had begun to pull it up without further ceremony of any kind, and then time seemed to stop its breakneck pace and stand still as all the resistance that had fled when he had pulled me out of the truck returned.
“Wait!” I tried again, but the word had just as much effect as it had a few moments before: none at all. The physical side of my attempt to avoid the terrible humiliation of having my skirt raised and my horrid training panties exposed got just about as far as the verbal side. I had started to struggle much too late, and so I writhed under Cal’s restraining left arm without his apparently even noticing. I felt his hand curl around my hip and pull me in a little closer to the rock-hard abs I could feel through his red-checked button-down shirt, but that could well have had more to do with getting me into exactly the posture he wanted. It definitely didn’t stop the steadily progressing lifting of my skirt.
I reached back with my right arm, seeking out the hand on my dress, trying to push it away. That hand, huge and strong, found my wrist instead and bent it back behind me, so that Cal could capture it with his left hand, repositioning that arm a little to exert downward pressure. At least he’d had to let my skirt fall again, and that seemed like a tiny victory, but then I felt him pulling it up once more.
“Don’t!” I yelled. “Just… just… don’t!” I accompanied the cry with a desperate attempt to writhe away, but Cal bent my arm just a little further in an obvious warning. With a yelp of pain I went limp for a moment, at which Cal reached down and took hold of the hem of my skirt again.
I kicked out with my feet, instinctively, desperately trying to interfere with the process that way since my upper body could apparently do nothing. I found that Cal had placed his right leg over the backs of my calves so that I couldn’t even move my feet far enough to make the slightest difference—except maybe that he repositioned that leg a little to make sure I couldn’t get my feet free. He had the hem of my skirt to the middle of the backs of my thighs, and then he had it to my waist, and I knew he could see the thick white cotton of my awful new panties. A little sob burst from my chest.
“Jake told me you were in training panties,” I heard his deep voice say from what felt like a million miles above me. “But he told me to take them down, too, if you needed it.”
Another attempt to wriggle out of his strong grasp just earned me a further little bend of my arm. With a sob I understood just how good at controlling a woman’s body Cal Perkins was. I could sense in the way he moved my wrist that he would never actually harm me; he intended to apply exactly the pressure he needed to apply to get me to obey him. He had decided that I needed this lesson, and he meant to deliver it.
I felt him tuck the hem of the skirt underneath my wrist. I thought he would take hold of the waistband of the panties, and I felt my forehead crease in expectation of the feeling of having them pulled down. Instead, I felt his enormous hand on my bottom, just holding my still sore cheeks through the fabric.
“I’m not going to take these down right away, though,” he said.
“What?” I asked, startled. To my surprise and dismay, instead of spanking me Cal began rubbing my bottom gently. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“I know you’re in training panties because you’re learning about what you need, down here,” he said quietly. His deep voice had dropped in volume to what seemed like a gentle rumble. “That includes punishment, and I heard you got a helping of that from Jake’s family strap last night. In a moment, I’m going to take a look at what your bottom looks like after a thorough whipping. First, though, we’re going to talk about your little pussy.”
I couldn’t help it. The combination of his gentle hand, just stroking the little cheeks, with his unexpected words sent a jolt of arousal through my system, radiating from my clit outward. It made my hips jerk hard over his thigh, pressing my bottom further into his hand, and it drew a tiny whimper from my lips.