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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I shook my head violently, feeling the backs of my hands move against the slightly scratchy wool blend of the couch’s upholstery with the motion of my face.

Cal chuckled, not a mean sound but rather a gentle, sympathetic one.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true,” he said, and kept rubbing my back. “If you want your second lesson, all you have to do is say Sir, please take my panties down and teach me my lesson.”

Oh, no. How could he… how could he possibly put it that way? I could never speak those words. Never. I felt my face crumple into a theatrical pout. To my horror, my hips decided to have their wordless say: they jerked again, seeking for the hand that had deserted my pussy and sending the ghost of a jolt of pleasure traveling out from my clit as if to tell me how badly I needed to come.

I thought again of Jake and Shelly, of how she had had to beg for her husband’s hard cock in her pussy. I thought of how the sound of her plea had driven me frantic with my own need down there, where part of me had begun to yearn for Cal to put his own rigid penis.

I’m pretty sure that’s not true. He hadn’t said, You’re lying when you shake your head, because I could feel the heat of your pussy through your panties.

Oh, God. Had I gotten them wet? Had I soaked through even that thick fabric?

He shifted his left arm to put it across my back and take hold of my waist under my dress, lightly but with enough firmness to make me feel that he intended to keep controlling my movement as necessary. The combination of the idea—control, training—with the touch of his fingers on the soft skin of my hip sent an electric shiver through me.

That little tingling sensation, though, gave way an instant later to a surge of helpless need and pleasure as Cal’s right hand went back between my thighs, with much more force than he had used before. I cried out as he took me into the grasp of his strong fingers, his thumb pressing even more firmly against the cotton that hid the dark crease of my ass, going so far that I felt the fabric against the tiny pucker of my anus. At the same time he rubbed my clit, and I sobbed both at the rough caress and at the unmistakably wet sound it made.

I rode his thigh like a jockey on a racehorse, it felt like, my backside obeying the urgent rhythm of his fingers.

“Oh… oh… oh, God…” I whispered. “Please… please…”

He stopped again. The delicious, shameful pleasure it seemed he could give me even in my training panties went away. I cried out pitifully in frustration and unsatisfied need.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?” Cal asked quietly. I could imagine another man—Jake, even—saying it teasingly, or even mockingly. Cal just asked it as a question. A very important question, from the gentle seriousness of his tone.

“Oh, God,” I repeated. “Oh… I…”

My voice fell to a whisper, as if I wanted to make sure even I couldn’t hear my words.

“Please, sir…” I bit my lip. I couldn’t really say it, could I? I couldn’t beg to have my panties taken down, could I?

“Yes?” Cal asked quietly.

“Please…” I swallowed very hard, then breathed, as rapidly as I could, “Takedownmypanties andgivememysecondlesson.”

His right hand returned to my bottom, but only to hold the little cheeks, possessively but without any of the friction my body so desperately longed for. Now his voice became just the tiniest bit teasing—but not to make fun of me, I could tell; more as if he wanted us to share a naughty secret.

“What’s that, darlin’?” he asked. “I couldn’t really hear.”

I squeezed my eyes shut even harder. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I felt sure Cal could hear it. I bit my lip and heard a little whine come from my nose. I heard the words as if they came from another girl who had happened to end up over her suitor’s knee. The girl’s voice sounded tiny, but nevertheless distinct.

“Please, sir, take down my panties and teach me my second lesson.”

I felt the words before I heard them; I didn’t know if that was because I wanted Cal to say them so badly that I somehow started to hallucinate his voice or simply because my body had fallen so thoroughly under the spell of his that the special, crucial phrase had become as physical as it was verbal.

“Good girl.”

He said the words slowly, softly, and very distinctly, and he rubbed my bottom cheeks through the training panties at the same time. It felt so controlling, patronizing, and possessive that my face flashed as hot as the inside of a star. At the same time, abandoning any attempt at keeping myself in check, I arched my back and shamelessly pressed my ass further into his grasp—his mastery, his dominance, his training.


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