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 remembered with a hot blush, for the first time since I had run to meet Cal on his arrival at Jake and Shelly’s, that I didn’t have any hair between my legs. After following Jake’s mortifying instructions the night before, I had tried to forget all about it. I had even avoided looking at myself in the mirror before and after I’d showered—well, after a single embarrassing glance that I hadn’t been able to help. I felt strange and sensitive down there when I shifted in the truck seat. I realized that Cal would see my bareness, and understand I had shaved my pussy for him, as soon as he took my panties down. The thought made my cheeks blaze like the sun, while—fucking of course—the problem down there got much worse.
He’s going to paddle me. Spank me. Give me corner time. Then, over the side of his bed… with all my clothes off…
And afterward?
How could I possibly have started to think about that? About what Cal would do once he had made my butt into a terrible reminder not to disrespect the man who had just taken me out for a nice dinner… who had every expectation of taking my virginity…
I squirmed again, and Cal looked over at me. I tried to shape my face into a defiant glare, and then I turned away to stare out the window. Two seconds later, I felt him brake and turn, and I saw his house, right there.
Clean slate. I swallowed harder than I thought I’d ever swallowed in my life. Clean slate. Maybe not for everything, but… for the thing that mattered? I felt myself blinking at that, from a long ways away, trying to figure out what it could mean, that my disrespecting Cal somehow mattered more than the shoplifting—or its crazy consequence, the Grasskiln New Modesty Guided Courtship Program. I realized that the truck had pulled into the garage with me hardly noticing, and that Cal had gotten out and walked around to open the passenger door for me. I looked out at him, and felt my face crumple, tears pricking the corners of my eyes and then starting to run down my cheeks.
“Please?” I tried again, though I could feel that the word only represented me going through the motions. “Sir?”
Cal’s face had set itself into a serious expression. Not angry—not at all. That made it worse, I thought, though also… also much, much better.
“Come on out, darlin’,” he said.
I saw his next words in his eyes before he said them, and the feeling that I could read the mind of my accepted suitor dizzied me. More, the words themselves, and the way I felt the truth of them so undeniably and so deeply, brought a strange happiness and even peace despite the part of me that kept insisting they weren’t true.
“You know you earned this. You know you need this. Come on out, and then go to the living room and wait by the couch with your hands on your head.”
I thought I might faint with every step. My knees trembled as I stepped into Cal’s kitchen and walked toward the living room, trying to take the smallest possible strides. I kept thinking he would say something—or even do something, like shoving me forward, or grabbing me and carrying me into the living room the way he had on our first date. I felt my forehead crease as my body responded to the memory, my clit sending a thrill shooting to my nipples. I had to chew on my cheek to keep from whimpering.
Cal let me go slowly, though. Halfway across the living room, responding to some inner impulse I didn’t understand, I stopped and turned to look at him over my shoulder. I beamed the most woeful, pleading look I could into his eyes. Cal’s eyebrows rose a millimeter or so.
“Get over there,” he said. “Hands on your head.”
“But…” I tried.
I watched him lose his patience. I saw it happen, his eyes narrowing and his chin lowering. Then he had covered the distance between us in what seemed less than a nanosecond.
His left arm went around my upper body. Like, all the way around it, gathering me effortlessly into the front of his own muscular frame. I cried out, and I tried to put my hands behind me because I understood somehow—again, as if I could read his mind—exactly what he meant to do with his right hand. I managed to get the backs of my hands up against my butt cheeks despite Cal’s grip on my arms, and I felt an idiotic moment of triumph, before I heard him growl, “Get those hands away, darlin’. Don’t ever cover your bottom when you’ve got a spanking coming.”
My eyes went wide. I felt like I had known he had that growl in his chest, ready to come out. It seemed like the voice of his temper, before he had taken the time—as I had seen him do more than once—to restrain it. Don’t ever cover your bottom. As the words re-echoed in my mind they drew a sob out of my chest, from the sheer depth of the conflict they stirred in me, heart, mind, and above all body.