Shameful Reformation – Shamefully Courted Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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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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It’s definitely going to happen.

I turned over again, clenched my fists anew. I tried to count sheep. Soft and white. Like my nightgown. Like my awful training panties.

My hand began to drift downward, as if just to see how soft the fabric was. I raised the hem of the nightgown, something that could happen just as a girl tossed and turned in bed. I put two fingers on the thick-woven cotton, and I could barely feel them through it, atop the place Cal had explored so fully and dominantly.

Wouldn’t my suitor want me to play with myself, as I thought about him?

I rubbed, just to see what it would feel like. I couldn’t keep back the little cry of arousal that surged from my throat.

The floor outside my bedroom creaked, and then the door did, all in what seemed a nanosecond, and then a nanosecond later I heard Shelly’s voice.

“Grace, honey? Are you still awake?”

She just came into my bedroom without any further warning. I froze, and then as she stepped closer to the bed I started to draw my hand slowly back up to my belly.

“Grace? Are you okay, honey? I thought I heard something.”

Should I pretend to be asleep? But hadn’t Shelly just spoken loud enough that I would have woken up anyway? The panic crawling in my stomach clouded my judgment. I pretended to be half-awake, stirring as if sleepily, and turning over. It gave me the chance to bring my hand further up, so as to avoid any suspicion that I had had it between my thighs.

“Huh?” I said, blinking and looking up at Shelly with what I hoped looked like heavy-lidded eyes.

“Did I wake you, honey?” Shelly said. Her tone didn’t sound guilty; it sounded knowing—so knowing that I felt heat rush to my cheeks.

“Um,” I said, swallowing hard.

“It’s not easy, is it?” she asked.

“Um,” I said again, searching my mind for some kind of neutral response. “What? What… what isn’t easy, ma’am?”

“Getting to sleep after a first date,” Shelly responded, sitting down on the side of the bed.

I blinked again. My lips parted, as if to say something, and I closed them—then opened them again. But “I…” was all I managed to say.

“It’s okay, honey,” Shelly said. “If I know Cal, I’m guessing he gave you a lot to think about.”

I felt my brow furrow, and I nodded, my lower lip between my teeth.

“Did he make you come, honey?” Shelly asked. “Over his knee, maybe?”

I felt my eyes go wide, and my whole body seemed to flare with heat.

“I…” I said stupidly, again, still with no idea how to continue.

“I know that’s one of the things he asked Jake about doing to start training you. Did he do that?”

My lips had parted once again, but not to speak. I had to breathe through them, raggedly, because of the effect Shelly’s soothing but also terribly arousing words had started to have on me. I nodded, looking up into her wise, compassionate eyes.

“You’d like to play with your little pussy, wouldn’t you?” she asked, with a smile I could just make out in the light from the hall, but not a mocking smile. No, Shelly asked the question as if it were completely natural.

I couldn’t nod in confirmation, though. It just seemed too embarrassing. Instead I whispered, “I never did… before,” hearing a bit of fierce defiance in my tone, as if I needed to make sure my foster mother didn’t get the wrong idea about me. The sympathetic expression on her face, though, made me continue, “But after… after I saw you…”

I thought Shelly might have blushed at that. I couldn’t really see in the half-light. Her mouth definitely twitched a little to the side in what might have been embarrassment.

“I know Jake told you not to, but I asked him for permission to help you get to sleep, and he said yes, as long as you pull your training panties back up afterwards. Go ahead and pull them down for me, then turn over on your other side.”

I frowned deeply, wondering despite everything I’d seen of Shelly so far whether she might be trying to trick me into getting a whipping from Jake.

“Did… did Jake really… I mean, he said… he said he would inspect them.”

“He’s not a mean man, even though I know he seems that way sometimes. He said it was alright, and he won’t punish you for getting your panties a little wet. I know how it feels, honey. I persuaded him that if… well, if I make you come it’s not the same as you indulging yourself that way.”

“But…” I whispered, “I’ve never… you know… with…”

“With another woman?” Shelly asked. Now I felt completely sure her cheeks had gotten red, even if I couldn’t see them. I nodded.

“Well,” she said. I could see she had taken her lower lip between her teeth. “I guess… I mean, Jake says it’s okay. And in Grasskiln wives are allowed to… to do it… if we have our husbands’ permission.”


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