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)
“Thank you.” The nurse tapped for a few seconds, then she turned back to me. “Take your underwear off, too, Grace,” she reminded me, “and put on the gown, please.”
She waited for me to stand up and turn around before she continued, “How intimate were you with the boys you dated? It means exactly what it sounds like.”
I started to pull the bralette over my head.
“I don’t know,” I said, hearing sullenness creep into my voice. I clearly couldn’t defy the stupid nurse, because Shelly obviously only needed the slightest excuse to report me to Jake. At least I didn’t have to be happy about it. “Second base, I guess?”
“So that means you let them touch your breasts?” Nurse Cathy asked. “Under your shirt and your bra?”
I looked down at the bralette in my hands, and at the little A-cup mounds of my breasts, with their tiny pink nipples.
“I don’t usually wear a bra,” I said as dismissively as I dared.
“So, under your shirt?” the nurse followed up patiently. “They touched your nipples?”
My mouth twisted to the side. I dropped the bralette onto the chair and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my horrible training panties before I could think enough about it to get embarrassed.
“That’s right,” I told Nurse Cathy.
CHAPTER 13
Cal
The alert that popped up on my handheld caught me by surprise.
New Modesty match alert!
I put down the wrench I had in my hand and wiped my palms and fingers clean of grease before I picked up the device from on top of the tool cabinet where I always left it while working on a car or a tractor. I had only signed up for the New Modesty courtship program a few days before, but I had forgotten all about it.
Really, I hadn’t expected anything to come of my application for ‘verified suitor status.’ My buddy Dave had signed up last year, though, and he had just married Rachel, a sweet, gorgeous girl who had come to Grasskiln as part of the program. At the reception—to which I had come stag, since my last girlfriend and I had broken up a month ago—he had told me to sign up.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” he had asked, before Rachel called him away to cut the cake.
When I opened the New Modesty app on my handheld, I wondered whether I had thought hard enough about that question.
Non-violent offender Grace F. just checked in for her gynecological exam. New Modesty algorithms suggest she’s a great match for you. Watch exam?
I frowned. Dave had mentioned that the particular approach of the New Modesty to matchmaking would probably surprise me. But Rachel definitely wasn’t a ‘non-violent offender,’ and I didn’t think Dave had had the opportunity to watch her at the doctor’s office. I noticed that ‘great match’ had a link attached, and I tapped the words.
A pop-up window appeared.
Our data on you and Grace F. tells us that your interests align and that your dominant masculine inclinations harmonize with her emerging submissive sexuality. Her status as a non-violent offender, remanded to the supervision of the New Modesty Authority and the foster care of a local couple, may suit your inclination to discipline your romantic partner and eventual bride.
I remembered the questionnaire I had filled out when I had signed up for the program. I hadn’t taken the questions about traditional discipline very seriously, I supposed, but I had definitely answered them honestly. At twenty-six, I had had two serious girlfriends so far, and in both those relationships I had felt restrained by the rules of modern society. Several times, in each of their cases, I had felt a strong urge to take my romantic partner (as the app called it) over my knee for a well-deserved attitude adjustment. In the end, both relationships had ended because despite being lovely girls on the inside, they had hidden that essential sweetness behind a bratty facade that they lacked the ability to see for what it was: simple immaturity.
So I had checked the Agree box on the question that read, I intend to use corporal punishment to correct my wife’s behavior as necessary.
I had also checked Agree on two other questions that I realized probably had led to this unexpected alert. I intend to take charge of my wife’s sexuality, and I intend to train my wife to please me sexually.
And I did agree, wholeheartedly.
I tapped Yes, and I got my first look at Grace just as she pulled her panties down.
Grace
“Tell me about your masturbation habits,” Nurse Cathy said as I put on the gown, feeling how the opening down the back seemed to reveal just as much of my body as the garment hid. Above all, I could feel how the nurse had an almost unimpeded view of the bruises Jake had left on my backside with the family strap.