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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Not a chance of it. Cal shifted a little bit, so that I wondered, with a flash of heat in my cheeks, whether my movement had made me rub against his penis through his jeans. The hand on my back stopped rubbing for a moment, and exerted downward pressure, as if to make certain I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere until Cal decided the time had come to let me rise.

“Shh,” he murmured. “That’s it. Good girl.”

I greeted the gentle words and their condescending tone with a sob. I felt my bottom squirm as if of its own accord, trying to press all of me, down there, into my dominant suitor’s hand.

“I’m going to ask you to do something difficult now, Grace,” he said, continuing to fondle my backside so softly that I could hardly think with the rapidly growing need between my thighs.

“What?” I asked, choking the words out.

Cal didn’t answer. His left hand pressed a little harder. The middle fingers of his right hand worked their way downward and inward.

I understood, and the heat in my face grew.

“What, sir?” I asked, feeling my forehead crease as I complied with his unspoken command, not at all sure how to think about just how well I seemed to understand his training methods, and to comply with them.

It got a good deal more difficult at that point, too, because even as Cal told me what he wanted from me I knew: I anticipated his words before they had emerged in his deep, rumbling voice.

“You’re going to ask for your paddling, now,” he told me, his tone matter-of-fact and simply authoritative, despite his having said a few moments before that he would ask me to do something difficult, rather than telling me I would do it.

My face crumpled. “I can’t,” I wailed. “Sir… please… I… I just… can’t.”

The words had come out without thought, from what seemed to me utterly physiological instinct—as if my nervous system, the part of my body that felt pain and pleasure, which Cal Perkins had such obvious skill in controlling… educating… training… as if it had decided to deny me the capacity to produce the words my suitor, my trainer, my… my man had instructed me to say.

My man. My dominant, masterful, gorgeous, affectionate-but-firm man. My future husband?

How could I possibly have just thought that? Another sob burst from my chest, one that felt like some sort of final, gasping expression of the idea I had of myself until…

Until you decided to steal those earrings. Until… all of it. Until Grasskiln. The judge, the bus, Frannie getting spanked at the gas station, Jake whipping me with his family strap and then making me come for the first time, Jake and Shelly fucking in front of me, the training panties.

Cal. Until Cal.

He had become so patient once again. He held me down with his left hand and he caressed me with his right, and it felt like his fingers had a sort of wisdom and knowledge I needed… a simple but essential capacity to take a handful like Grace Franklin in hand.

In his firm hand.

The fingers between my thighs stroked lightly along my bare private lips. My pussy clenched hard and my hips jerked. With every breath through my nose a tiny whine told my man how strong, how irresistible an effect he had on me. When I felt his fingertips dip inside me and then spread the slippery need up and down, I knew I had lied, a moment before.

Not only could I ask… beg… plead for my well-deserved, much-needed paddling, I couldn’t keep myself from it. I needed to learn my lesson. I needed to follow where Cal led, even when he had decreed a correction so terrifying that my body shook as I spoke in a tiny voice that matched how small, and yet how cherished, my suitor made me feel.

“Please paddle me, sir,” I whispered. I figured that probably met Cal’s requirements, but I found that I couldn’t leave it at that. The way it felt to be over his knee, held down, punished and then caressed, demanded more. “Please paddle me naked over the side of your bed.”

Jake had said that, hadn’t he? That Shelly got punished that way, in the bedroom. My face went blazing hot as I realized that I had kind of, from a certain perspective, just proposed to Cal—at least in my own mind.

When Cal replied, the growl in his voice made my heart jump.

“Corner time first,” he said. I thought I could hear, in the rumble of the words in his chest, that punishing me had gotten him very hard. I swallowed almost painfully at the surge of arousal that idea brought down between my thighs, at the same moment Cal took his hand away and started to release me from my position over his knee. “Get up and go stand in the corner over by the fireplace. Hands on your head.”


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