Shameful Reformation – Shamefully Courted Read Online Emily Tilton

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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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“Stretch your hands out, honey,” Jake commanded. “Take hold of the other edge of the mattress.”

I bit my lip to keep down a whimper as I obeyed, feeling how much more it exposed me to lay myself out that way.

“Spread your knees and push out your butt,” my foster father said. “You know what I need to see.”

My little sob at that couldn’t be kept down in my chest. I let it out as I felt my knees stretching the cotton of the training panties between them, showing Jake everything.

For a moment I thought maybe he would just look, without touching. Surely an inspection didn’t have to involve anything but the inspector’s eyes? Then I heard the floorboards creak as Jake’s well-built frame covered the short distance from the door to the bed. I felt my bottom squirm involuntarily, the cheeks clenching as if I could hide myself that way.

I felt the tangle of fabric move, tugged by something that could only be Jake’s strong fingers. I heard a tiny whine come from my nose.

“You got these very wet last night, didn’t you, honey? You’ll have to wash them today. Let’s get them off. I want you to be familiar with what happens between a girl’s legs when she gets needy.”

I felt my eyes go wide. As I felt Jake stripping the training panties down I let out a little cry of protest, and I even tried to get up onto my elbows and turn around, but Jake said sharply, “Eyes front, Grace. You need to learn to submit completely when I’m training you. Raise this foot, now.”

My whole body burning with shame and renewed, terribly unwelcome arousal, I did, and Jake pulled the panties off. To my horror, I saw them descend in front of me, carefully arranged by Jake’s big hands as he laid them on the mattress right before my face. I could see, with a lurch in my belly, the off-white stain my need had made, against the snow-white of the thick cotton.

“I want you to take a good sniff, honey,” Jake said. “So that you know what a suitor is going to smell when he gets you ready for his cock.”

I shook my head. I breathed through my mouth.

“That so?” Jake asked, as if I had said something, rather than just indicating a wordless refusal. “Well, I could take off my belt and punish you until you obeyed, I guess, but it seems like Cal got good results last night with a different method.”

I felt his hands on my backside. He took firm, but not painful hold of the two sides of the most sensitive place on my bottom cheeks, the curve where they became the tops of my thighs, and he spread me open that way. I cried out, and I felt my hips buck, treasonously demonstrating the terrible effect of feeling my most private places under close inspection, under tight control by a man with the authority to discipline me as he chose.

“Look at that,” Jake said softly. “You’re wet again, honey. You need a man’s hardness in here, don’t you?”

I let out a sob, and then I took a sniff, even raising my face a little to get my nose closer to the shameful stain on the training panties.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, because it smelled—I smelled—so very naughty.

“Your red hair down here is very cute, but I think you should start getting used to shaving your puss,” Jake said thoughtfully. “You can ask Shelly for one of the razors she uses. It will help you feel more submissive, and I’m sure Cal won’t mind a bit. Your next date with Cal is going to be Wednesday, so you’ll shave Tuesday night.”

“Wednesday?” I said weakly. It was Saturday. I didn’t know whether I wanted the next time I saw my suitor to be closer or farther away.

“Yup,” Jake said, taking his hands away from my butt at last, so that I let out a little whimper at the feeling, somehow both welcome and un-, of having my private places returned to me, if only for the moment. “And by that time I think he’ll be accepted. He’ll have my blessing to take your virginity, anyway.”

CHAPTER 25

Cal

I got the alert that I had become Grace’s accepted suitor Wednesday morning, while I was pretty much arms deep in grease as I worked on an old tractor’s carburetor. I glanced over at my phone when it lit up and chimed, and I could just make out the notification bubble.

NMA alert: New status message received.

Having read through the description of the courtship process the New Modesty had sent me, I had a pretty good idea what that meant—I had received the nod as an accepted suitor, as well as an approved one. I had to wait, though, to tap on the notification and read the actual message, thanks to the state of my hands.



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