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)
I felt my mouth twist to the side. I wanted to ask so many inappropriate questions—and I also wanted to sink into the bed and disappear, because of how embarrassing it felt, and yet how urgent the need had grown, in my training panties, at the idea.
“Let me make you feel good, and help you sleep, honey,” Shelly said softly and soothingly. “Go ahead and turn over, and pull down those panties. Just to your knees.”
I didn’t know why, exactly, but the thought of only pulling down my underwear that far seemed to make it seem more acceptable, somehow also more sexy, and in my current state, more irresistible. All I had to do was turn onto my other side and pull my panties down a little. I wouldn’t even see Shelly, would I?
I gave her one more searching look in the darkness, still not entirely sure that this wouldn’t end with me over the arm of Jake’s chair—or maybe even turned over to Cal for a more painful kind of training than he had given me tonight. But Shelly’s face reassured me, and I could hardly keep from putting my own hand back between my thighs at the thought of Cal’s discipline. I turned over, and as I felt Shelly draw the sheet down the bed so that she could watch me and touch me, I hooked my thumbs a little awkwardly into the waistband of the thick training panties and swiftly yanked them down to the bottoms of my thighs.
“There we go, honey,” Shelly said. I heard a moist little sound and I turned my face over my shoulder to see my foster mother had her fingers in her mouth, wetting them. My eyes went wide as I understood—the gesture seemed to speak of many past experiences of touching, perhaps even of kissing, other women’s privates.
“Just close your eyes, honey,” Shelly purred. “Think of being over Cal’s knee, now.”
I turned to face the wall, and I closed my eyes. When I felt Shelly’s fingertips urging my thighs apart, I pulled my left knee—the upper one, closer to my chest, and I whimpered as my foster mother began to fondle me.
“Shh, honey.” she murmured. “Such a sweet little pussy. You’ll have a nice hard cock here soon, won’t you?”
CHAPTER 24
Grace
It only took a minute or two of remembering the way Cal had disciplined me, his thumb in my anus and his fingers on my clit. Of squirming over Shelly’s own knowing fingertips, whimpering as she soothed the aching place between my thighs. With a deep shudder and a wrenching sob, I climaxed, blushing but finally satisfied, for the moment at least.
After I had come, and sleepily pulled up my training panties at my foster mother’s urging, I drifted off to sleep immediately.
I dreamed of Cal, but in my dream Cal had Jake blended into him somehow. On my knees in front of him, I begged him not to make me lay myself over the arm of his easy chair.
“Over your knee?” I pleaded. “Sir? Please?”
But he had my training panties in his hands, turned inside out so he could inspect the gusset. He had a frown on his face at what he saw there. He looked down at me from what seemed an impossible height, and he pointed behind me, to where I knew the easy chair stood, waiting for the girl who had touched her pussy without permission.
Not her pussy. His pussy. The place he intended to put his hard penis. I leaned forward to kiss the front of his jeans, over and over. I wanted his cock inside me so badly that I started to cry.
Cal put his hand under my chin and raised my face to look up at him. I saw he had a tender smile on his lips.
“Should I punish you with my penis, darlin’?” he asked. “I can do that, too, to teach you to be a good girl for me.”
My eyes went wide as he let go of my chin and started to unbutton his fly. My gaze went down to his lap, and I saw how big a bulge he had there.
“Oh, no,” I whispered. “Please, sir. Please just… just whip me. Whip me hard. Don’t put that in my bottom, please.”
The fear in the dream felt strange, though. It didn’t really feel like fear at all. The emotion—so strong that it became a physical sensation, a sort of hot lurch that rocked my whole body and jerked me awake—seemed much more like a desire so shamefully strong that it had scared me. The fear, I realized with startled, wide eyes in the actual world of my bedroom in Jake and Shelly’s house, came from wanting such mortifying things so very much, and not knowing whether I would ever get them.
My face burned like the sun as I remembered what dream-Cal had said, and how dream-me had responded. How dream-me had known that the thing she begged her stern, kind suitor not to do was really the thing she needed most of all—the lesson that would finally teach her to behave herself properly.