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 tried to put it out of my mind, so that I could finish fixing the carburetor, but I realized I had familiarized myself with the meaning of accepted too thoroughly. I knew it meant, if in fact the message did tell me that Jake and the New Modesty Authority had granted me that status, that I could fuck Grace tonight if I chose. The idea proved so distracting that I had to stop my work and wipe my fingertips more or less clean on a rag so that I could tap the alert.

Dear Mr. Perkins,

We’re pleased to inform you that your courtship of Miss Grace Franklin has advanced from the approval level to the acceptance level. According to the reports filed by you and by her foster parents, your leadership in the early days of your relationship with Grace has demonstrated both your worthiness as a suitor and her inclination to submit to your authority, notwithstanding the conflict she naturally still feels about her submission thanks to her limited experience thus far of traditional gender roles and sexual discipline. Congratulations!

You can find all the details of your rights and responsibilities with regard to Grace in the New Modesty app, in the ‘Guidelines for Suitors’ section, but to summarize briefly, as an accepted suitor you now have the right—and the responsibility—to discipline and to train her as you see fit, including with sexual intercourse of whatever kind you choose: vaginal, oral, or anal. We recommend that you make your wishes in this area clear as soon as possible, so as to avoid any confusion.

Congratulations again on achieving this important step forward for you, for Grace, and for your community as a whole. We hope it leads to further happiness down the road, as your love grows and matures, and ideally becomes the joyful beginning of a new family.

With best regards,

Mrs. Gerald Brown

Administrator

New Modesty Authority

I closed the app and put the phone down, then absently started to tinker with the carburetor again, though my mind had gone somewhere else. Affection for Grace welled up in my chest, even more strongly than it had been doing on a regular basis since Friday night after I had kissed her goodnight outside the Carpenters’ door and sent her back inside.

I had had a surge of it—what I had already understood as the sort of growing affection that people called falling in love—the moment the door had closed behind Grace’s sweet, petite body. Another had swept over me on the drive home. Then every day since, three or four times during the day and once or twice in bed before falling asleep, so strong that I had had to jerk off to the memory of the adorable, lewd way she had moved on my hand when I had taught her her naughty lesson.

Now, though, as I thought about our date tonight—my plan to surprise her with a trip to Lion’s Mane in Heathville—the prospect of sex, of claiming Grace’s gorgeous body with my hard cock in every possible way, definitely played an important role. A little to my surprise, though, I felt much more. I wanted to help her, to take care of her, to do everything I could to make certain she could feel comfortable with herself, with Grasskiln, and above all with me.

Grace

I kind of suspected why Cal had asked to come pick me up at the early hour of 4:00. All day, after Shelly had told me when to expect my accepted suitor, my mind went between two opposite poles. For a few minutes, as I did my chores—folding the laundry, feeding the chickens, the easy ones I had already gotten very used to—I would feel grateful that he wanted to please me with a trip to the restaurant despite the inconvenience and expense. Then I would have to clean the bathroom, or rake some manure, and my brain would travel in the other direction: resentment at a different possible interpretation the defiant part of me had come up with—that Cal had just decided to go through the motions, maybe even at the urging of the New Modesty Authority. He, or someone else, clearly felt it was only right that a man take the virgin he planned to fuck out for a nice meal before he claimed her as his property.

Worse, yet another different part of me, the part I kept pushing down inside my belly, fluttered wildly at the idea of Cal claiming me that way. I would feel my brow crease, and I would shift my weight from foot to foot, trying to assuage the mortifying need between my thighs and at the same time to deny it existed at all. I felt strange down there, too, which didn’t help matters; the idea that I had bared my most private places to enhance my suitor’s enjoyment of me brought all the conflict back into my heart and my body, twice as strongly.


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