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)
“Grace, honey,” I heard Jake call from the bottom of the stairs. “Come on down here. I’m just in for a few minutes before I go back out to the barn and I want to see those panties before I do.”
The blood drained from my face and then surged back in. Had Shelly tricked me after all? Jake sounded brusque and strict. I heard his work boots on the stairs.
“Grace?” Now he sounded almost angry.
I jumped out of bed and went to open the door, to find Jake had gotten halfway up the stairs.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said, my heart pounding. “I just woke up.”
Jake’s brow creased, and his eyes narrowed, as if he could look into my head and see the memory of my shameful dream.
“That’s alright,” he said, his voice a little suspicious. “I suppose you were up late, but we need to get you used to rising early to help Shelly with the chores. Anyway, I’ll inspect you up here, I suppose. Go ahead and lay down over the edge of your bed and pull your panties down to your knees.”
He started to come up the last few stairs. I felt my eyes go wide as he approached, his height and the breadth of his shoulders striking me again.
And he’s not even as tall or as muscular as Cal, I thought with a hard swallow.
“Sir…” I started. “Shelly said… she said you…”
“Oh, that’s alright,” Jake said, his voice becoming a little kinder. “I know your little puss got wet when she fingered you. You need to get used to having your panties and your puss inspected, though. Get over the side of the bed and get your nightgown up and your underwear down for me.”
I blinked at him, my lips parted and my breath sounding ragged. Jake stopped three or four feet away. He lowered his chin and raised his eyebrows. His voice lost its gentleness.
“Do we have a problem, honey?” he asked. “I don’t want to whip that little butt again so soon, but I will if I have to.”
I felt my face crumple into a hot mask of embarrassment and frustration. I swallowed hard, and then I turned back toward the bed. It looked so innocent, despite the memory of what Shelly had done to me last night and despite the shameful dream I had had afterward, about Cal.
An idea floated into my head as I stepped forward. I turned to look back over my shoulder, trying to keep my eyes and my tone respectful.
“Sir?” I asked. “Shouldn’t Cal… I mean shouldn’t he be the one to inspect me?”
“That’s a good thought, honey,” Jake replied, but his eyes had narrowed and I could see how foolish I had been to think I could get out of the humiliation that way. “But it’s not time for that yet. He’s an approved suitor, not an accepted one. That means he can start to train you, and he can correct you when you need it, but it’s going to be a little while before he really takes responsibility for your puss and your bottom.”
“He…” I said, then stopped, then started again, “I mean… last night, Cal… he put me over his knee, and he…”
“Get over the side of the bed and get those panties down, Grace,” Jake said in a tone that made my heart jump. “We can talk about what happened last night when you show me you can obey me.”
I turned, my face surely as red as a cherry. At least I wouldn’t have to show Jake just how deeply he could humiliate me with his casual dominance. The idea that Cal had another step to take—one that it sounded like Jake would have the ultimate say about, since he would clearly be the one to ‘accept’ my suitor—brought a new conflict to my mind, and, even more distressingly, to my body.
I stepped forward, trying to concentrate on my innocent-looking bed, still unmade. To my surprise and dismay, the idea that I hadn’t done that most basic of chores actually added to the heat in my face—something I wouldn’t have supposed lay in the realm of possibility.
“Move your pillow to the side of the bed,” I heard Jake say behind me in a gruff, no-nonsense voice. “Then pull your training panties down and your nightgown up, and lay yourself over the pillow.”
I did it, focusing as hard as I could on the fact that I couldn’t see his face and he couldn’t see mine. I yanked the covers down a little further and I moved the pillow. I reached under the hem of my nightgown and tried not to think about what I was doing as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and drew the thick cotton down to just above my knees.
The next part was worse, though, because when I hiked up my nightgown I could feel my bottom coming into Jake’s view. I practically threw myself down onto my elbows, the pillow under my hips, to get it over with.