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)
He moved that hand, and he took the waistband of my underwear into the grip of his fingers. I whimpered as I felt it, the most intimate skin-to-skin contact he had made with me. The sound from deep in my throat brought a word floating up into my consciousness, because I didn’t think another term existed that could describe it properly.
Submissive. I had just made a sound so submissive, so compliant and yielding, that I knew Cal could be forgiven for taking it as permission to do with my body—with my mouth, with my pussy, with my anus—whatever he chose, whether or not he meant to make me feel good, whether or not he intended to teach me anything when he used my body’s virgin openings to make himself feel good.
He pulled my panties down, and I let out another of those mortifyingly submissive whimpers as I felt the air moving against my still-sore bottom and the valley between its little cheeks and even the cleft of my pussy, thanks to the separation of my knees as I lay over Cal’s knee.
I heard a soft tsking come from above me, as Cal took in the sight of my bruised bottom. I bit my lip and let out a whine, from higher up in my head than the place the whimpers had come from, but just as submissive. My hips jerked, and my right hand went reflexively behind me to try to cover my bottom. Once more Cal took hold of my wrist and bent my arm behind me. He obviously had no intention of letting me get in the way of his view of my private places and the marks left by my first old-fashioned punishment.
I had looked too, in the mirror that morning at the department store. I hadn’t been able to help myself, even though Shelly had come into the dressing room to ‘help’ me try on my embarrassing new clothes. I had looked back over my shoulder, trying not to let my foster mother see my curiosity, and I had swallowed hard at the unwelcome jolt of need that had surged between my thighs at the sight: the purple welts that covered my backside from the correction Jake had given me with the strap.
“Well,” Cal said, beginning to rub three fingers gently over the bruises, “you got what you deserved from your foster daddy, I can see. I don’t want to hurt you too much, darlin’, so I’m not going to spank you tonight. We need to find a different way to teach this lesson, don’t we?”
CHAPTER 21
Grace
“Wh-what… what do you mean?” I asked. I had thought the second lesson had to be me, well, coming—not anything painful. Hadn’t Cal said that?
I thought back, and realized that he hadn’t actually said that at all. He’d said that whipping and spanking weren’t the only ways to teach a lesson. He’d said that he’d teach me about my pussy and my little bottom.
He had let me think—hadn’t he?—that the second lesson would be his fingers finishing the orgasm they had made me long for so urgently.
Once again, he didn’t answer me with words. I felt his right hand move, his fingertips traveling from my right cheek toward the center of my ass. Then my eyes went wide and I let out a little cry of surprise and utter mortification as those fingertips spread my bottom cheeks and I felt the air on the tiny button of my anus.
My right hand struggled against his grip on my wrist. I tried to get my left hand up and around and back, but I found it up against Cal’s side, and then he’d seized it in his left hand and bent that arm so that he could gather both my wrists behind my back. All the while, his fingers held my ass open so that I knew he had a perfectly clear view of the little ring, the most private part of my body.
Heat surged in my face as I remembered what Jake had said the previous night about the right of the man in charge of me to touch me however he wanted… what Shelly had said about her bottom and the way it hurt to have her husband’s cock there… how scared she had been the first time Jake had told her he would fuck her in the ass. How it somehow felt good, even though it hurt.
I shook my head, rubbing my nose and my mouth against the scratchy wool, now that Cal had my hands behind me and I couldn’t cover my face with them.
“No… please…” I whispered.
“Shh, darlin’,” Cal murmured. “The lesson is just getting started. This little asshole is so sweet and pink and ready for training—just like your foster daddy told me.”
He took his right hand away and I let out a grateful whimper as I felt my cheeks close and cover my untried anus. I heard something from up above me, where his face must be though it seemed at the same time far away; a wet kind of sound. When his fingers came back to my bottom, I understood: he had moistened them in his mouth. He didn’t spread my cheeks this time; I felt his fingers on my pussy, and I cried out in relief, but that grateful noise trailed into a sharper sound of dismay as his thumb, wet with his saliva, pushed up against the tiny bud he had exposed.