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)
“They’re a tradition here in Grasskiln,” Shelly told me. “One of the town’s founders, Elijah Peacock, told his wife to sew drawers that way, because she couldn’t keep from masturbating. Her friends noticed one day at the women’s swimming hole, and told their husbands—and much to the girls’ surprise their men asked Mrs. Peacock to share the pattern. Soon enough, every proper woman in Grasskiln had to wear training drawers until she showed her husband she could keep her hands off his property.”
I felt my whole body go cold, and then immediately blaze up with a blush that seemed like it might set my face on fire. I glanced over at Shelly, who stood beside me in front of the rack, with my lower lip caught between my teeth. To my distress, I found her gazing back at me with a knowing smile.
“Yes, honey,” she told me. “I wore them too, as a young bride.”
I turned back to the panties, my forehead creasing hard. I couldn’t help asking, in a whisper.
“And… did they… I mean… did you…?” I couldn’t manage to get any further than that, but Shelly of course knew what I wanted to ask.
“They’re a reminder,” she told me, her voice low and confidential. “Every couple handles it differently, I’m sure, but when I started feeling needy I knew that when Jake got home, if I’d been a good girl and I asked politely, he’d let me take them down, even if he didn’t have time to, you know…” her voice fell even further, “…use me.”
I felt my brow furrow even more deeply as I remembered what it looked like when Jake used his wife. The way he controlled her with his hands… the way his huge, hard penis surged relentlessly in and out of her soaking wet sheath.
Shelly broke me out of my reverie. “You’d better get seven pairs in your size, honey,” she told me. “You’re responsible for keeping them nice and clean between laundry days. And…”
For the first time, as I looked at her expression, I thought maybe our conversation carried at least a little bit of embarrassment for her.
“Well, Mr. Carpenter likes to inspect my panties sometimes. I think he’ll probably do the same with yours.”
A deep frown broke out on my face. “Why?” I asked, turning back to the rack as a new blush came over my face, because I felt sure I knew.
“If he thinks I’ve been touching myself, or just not keeping my panties clean,” she murmured, “he puts me over the arm of his chair. After that… well, maybe it won’t bother you as much as it does me… but I’m not allowed to wear clothes the next day.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. I could see why Shelly had supposed I might not care about being forbidden to wear clothes, given that I had arrived without any panties on. But the way my tummy had flipped, and I had even felt mortifying stirrings further down, at the thought, told me that I would care a great deal.
“But…” I whispered fiercely. “But wouldn’t…”
I managed to glance over at her, to see that Shelly had her eyes lowered, and that her cheeks had spots of pink on them.
“Yes,” she whispered back. “Yes, it makes it worse. But…” Her voice trailed off.
“But what?” I breathed, desperate to understand.
“But it… helps, too? Even when Jake catches me and whips me again. You… I think you’ll probably understand when it happens to you.”
CHAPTER 12
Grace
The doctor’s office seemed perfectly ordinary at first. I needed that because checking out at the department store and on the short walk to the doctor my heart had been going a mile a minute, just thinking about the things Shelly had said and trying to sort out all the feelings they had awakened inside me.
Sitting in the ordinary waiting room with the ordinary magazines and the ordinary aquarium, I gradually seemed able to dismiss what she had told me as a serious concern. Jake’s way of taking an interest in his wife’s underwear, I thought, really didn’t have to do with me. The idea of ‘courtship’ and of having a ‘suitor’ had taken on a degree of reality, and I acknowledged that although it made my tummy flutter a little, I didn’t actually object to meeting guys who wanted to date me.
I didn’t take seriously, though, the assumption that Jake and Shelly had both clearly made, that my suitor would behave to me the way Jake behaved to Shelly. I could see, I thought, why Selecta and the government wanted to send girls like me to towns like this one. I already felt like a new kind of future had opened up, one in which I wouldn’t feel the temptation to shoplift—unless out of sheer boredom with my comfortable life.