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)
His hardness. I swallowed hard. I heard the floor creak slightly, even closer than I thought he had gotten, and then I felt a different hardness, the wrong hardness, slap the inside of my left thigh lightly. I jumped, though it hadn’t actually stung.
“Spread your legs, Grace,” Cal said. “I want you to feel like I can see everything while I paddle you.”
“Why?” I asked, turning my head over my shoulder to look at him. Cal had a very stern expression on his face, a look that said he had taken responsibility for training me and he intended to discharge that duty fully and faithfully. My eyes went wide. “Why, sir?” I added.
“I’m pretty sure you can figure that out,” he replied. “It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? Are you going to put yourself back in this position anytime soon?”
I opened my mouth to reply, instinctively, that the idea really seemed absurd; Cal had already received the approval and acceptance that apparently gave him the right to see whatever he liked anyway. And if he intended to continue courting me, even to marry me, it would mean sex—just as he himself had already declared, about all the shameful things he meant to do to me and make me do, tonight.
And yet I definitely didn’t want to spread my legs right now. Despite it all, I definitely still felt a modesty that didn’t seem likely to go away no matter how misplaced I thought it.
“Eyes front,” Cal commanded. A lot of the patience in his voice had vanished. “Spread ‘em and show me that sweet virgin pussy.”
CHAPTER 32
Grace
Until that moment, I hadn’t understood about talking dirty. When Jake had degraded Shelly, talking about her pussy and her ass as if they belonged to him, and he could treat those most private parts of her however he liked, it had troubled me almost as much as it had turned me on. In Cal’s soft but oh-so demanding voice, the words that did the same to my own body’s intimate places made me clench so hard I cried out, and I knew why. It still troubled me, and I felt sure it would take a good long time to get used to it, but I understood.
I wanted my sweet virgin pussy to belong to him. I needed it to be no more than a mere possession that the man who took me in hand could play with… train… thrust into as hard as he chose just to make himself feel good. He could call it whatever he wanted, because he owned it.
With a gasping moan as the need surged inside I shuffled my bare feet apart. I felt Cal’s left hand come down on my back.
“Arch this,” he told me. “Push out your bottom.”
I closed my eyes. Blood flooded into my cheeks. I bent my back, lifting myself on my elbows and proffering my backside to my future husband.
All of it. The thrill that went through me as his words echoed in my head mixed arousal and terror so thoroughly that I couldn’t have said which I felt more of.
“Good girl,” Cal said.
Oh, God. A little whine emerged from my throat. Need got the upper hand for just a moment.
“Six hard swats for disrespect,” he announced.
Oh, God. The breath puffed in and out through my nostrils. Fear blew past sexiness at the finish line.
I opened my eyes and blinked. The finish line. I had… I had, well, made it. I had gotten to the finish line myself, hadn’t I? As bizarre an ending as I could ever have imagined, and not really an ending but rather a beginning, but…
A surge of happiness radiated through me, taking me out of the terrifying scene just for a moment and telling me that really, as painful as I knew my lesson would be, I should feel grateful.
Then Cal spread his left hand wider on my naked back, holding me firmly in place, and I felt the puff of air from the paddle. I had enough time to wonder how I could have lost my mind so thoroughly as to feel gratitude before the sharp crack of the wooden blade across both my butt cheeks rang out in the bedroom.
The sensation differed enormously from Jake’s family strap, except in the way it seemed to start with a small sting and then build to aching, fiery agony. I let out a grunt, and then, as it hurt more and more, a mewling whine. My bottom squirmed, hips bucking under Cal’s hand, as I tried to soothe the pain away a little. My face burned as I pictured how lewd the movement must be, how clearly I must be showing my shaven pussy and even the tiny button of my anus to my accepted suitor.
“Count them, Grace,” I heard his deep voice say from somewhere else. It sounded so calm that it seemed to restrain me the same way his strong hand on my back did. My body seemed to be trying to move in every direction, writhing and wriggling, but Cal’s body kept me effortlessly in place. And his voice sounded to me like an extension of his body, rumbly and massive, coming from his impossibly muscled shoulders and core.