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)
No one had any questions; we all looked at each other and at the older women who it seemed had so much power over us with slightly dazed faces, before quickly returning our attention to the floor in embarrassment. I recognized the tablet the receptionist handed me as the latest model of a famous brand, but I hardly paid it any attention as Shelly drove me back to the Carpenter farm.
“Your suitor’s name is Cal Perkins,” she told me, her eyes flicking between my face and the road ahead of the pickup. “He’s a wonderful young man. In fact, he’s actually the mechanic who takes care of our car and our tractor when it’s something Jake can’t fix. We’ve known him for… well, ten years now, since he moved to Grasskiln and took over the shop.”
I chewed my lower lip and looked out at the fields of cornstalks as tall as I was.
“I was a little surprised,” Shelly went on, “that the New Modesty thinks he’s a match for you.”
I shot a look over at her in surprise, thinking at first that she meant to hurt me, saying that I didn’t deserve a ‘wonderful young man,’ but the expression on Shelly’s face was thoughtful.
“He’s so easygoing,” she continued. “And you, Grace, honey…”
“Yes?” I asked. Shelly looked over at me sharply. My eyes widened. “I mean, yes, ma’am?”
A quick smile traveled over her lips as she returned her attention to the road.
“You’re a handful.”
I felt my forehead crease, and I turned back to the fields passing by. Shelly turned the truck in the opposite direction from where I was looking, and I saw that her and Jake’s farm was right there. Despite all the terrible indignities and embarrassments, as well as the lingering pain from my punishment the previous night, I couldn’t push back a little lift of unexpected happiness at the sight.
“How old is he… ma’am?” I asked.
“Oh,” Shelly answered, “twenty-six or twenty-seven, I think?”
About the same age as the guy at the party who had made me feel… what? Naughty, and special, and, I realized as I stepped out of the truck, more, too: innocent, small, feminine. The way the thought of my date tonight with an older man also made me feel, but now with the added complications of my modest dress, my training panties, and my sore bottom.
CHAPTER 16
Cal
I rang the doorbell of Jake and Shelly’s farmhouse at 5:32, with a big bunch of wildflowers, mostly black-eyed Susans and daisies, in my hand. From what I’d read about Grace, she came from the city, so I wondered whether she’d get snooty about them because she’d grown up in a place where, as far as I could tell from the videos, they had a florist on every corner. When she opened the door, though, looking so pretty it made my heart ache a little, the surprise on her face as she noticed the flowers seemed genuinely happy.
She didn’t expect kindness and courtesy, I realized suddenly. The courtship program clearly put so much emphasis on discipline and training that a girl like Grace would have felt certain her suitor wouldn’t behave like a gentleman. She had probably expected that I’d barge my way in and tell her to bend over for a paddling, just to make my authority clear.
I couldn’t deny that the thought of doing that had a rather remarkable appeal; I felt my cock stir along my thigh as I pictured it. Not really my style, though—at least on a first date.
“Grace?” I said, as if I weren’t sure. I planned on telling her at some point about everything I’d seen, and how sure it had made me that I wanted to be the man to court her, but, again, not a first date kind of thing.
She took her lower lip between her teeth in a way so fetching my heart had another of those little pangs. Man, that New Modesty algorithm had something going for it. I’d never imagined I could start falling like this the moment I saw a girl.
“Cal?” she asked. Something about the tentative sound of her voice, saying my name, told me that Jake and Shelly had said nice things about me. I couldn’t help smiling.
They ought to. I fixed the carburetor on that tractor practically for free.
I nodded. “Yup.”
We stood for a moment just looking at each other. I had an odd moment of hesitation, very strange for me, as I wondered whether she liked what she saw as much as I did. Grace Franklin, whom I’d already had the amazing privilege of seeing naked, of middle height, so she came up pretty much to my collarbone. Green eyes and red hair, and a lovely blush that maybe indicated that, yes, she did think I cleaned up well. Little, frankly delicious-looking breasts and slim hips, well outlined in the old-fashioned green dress, the whole of her silhouetted in the light from the Carpenters’ kitchen.