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“Did I wake you, honey?” Shelly said. Her tone didn’t sound guilty; it sounded knowing—so knowing that I felt heat rush to my cheeks.
“Um,” I said, swallowing hard.
“It’s not easy, is it?” she asked.
“Um,” I said again, searching my mind for some kind of neutral response. “What? What… what isn’t easy, ma’am?”
“Getting to sleep after a first date,” Shelly responded, sitting down on the side of the bed.
I blinked again. My lips parted, as if to say something, and I closed them—then opened them again. But “I…” was all I managed to say.
“It’s okay, honey,” Shelly said. “If I know Cal, I’m guessing he gave you a lot to think about.”
I felt my brow furrow, and I nodded, my lower lip between my teeth.
“Did he make you come, honey?” Shelly asked. “Over his knee, maybe?”
I felt my eyes go wide, and my whole body seemed to flare with heat.
“I…” I said stupidly, again, still with no idea how to continue.
“I know that’s one of the things he asked Jake about doing to start training you. Did he do that?”
My lips had parted once again, but not to speak. I had to breathe through them, raggedly, because of the effect Shelly’s soothing but also terribly arousing words had started to have on me. I nodded, looking up into her wise, compassionate eyes.
“You’d like to play with your little pussy, wouldn’t you?” she asked, with a smile I could just make out in the light from the hall, but not a mocking smile. No, Shelly asked the question as if it were completely natural.
I couldn’t nod in confirmation, though. It just seemed too embarrassing. Instead I whispered, “I never did… before,” hearing a bit of fierce defiance in my tone, as if I needed to make sure my foster mother didn’t get the wrong idea about me. The sympathetic expression on her face, though, made me continue, “But after… after I saw you…”
I thought Shelly might have blushed at that. I couldn’t really see in the half-light. Her mouth definitely twitched a little to the side in what might have been embarrassment.
“I know Jake told you not to, but I asked him for permission to help you get to sleep, and he said yes, as long as you pull your training panties back up afterwards. Go ahead and pull them down for me, then turn over on your other side.”
I frowned deeply, wondering despite everything I’d seen of Shelly so far whether she might be trying to trick me into getting a whipping from Jake.
“Did… did Jake really… I mean, he said… he said he would inspect them.”
“He’s not a mean man, even though I know he seems that way sometimes. He said it was alright, and he won’t punish you for getting your panties a little wet. I know how it feels, honey. I persuaded him that if… well, if I make you come it’s not the same as you indulging yourself that way.”
“But…” I whispered, “I’ve never… you know… with…”
“With another woman?” Shelly asked. Now I felt completely sure her cheeks had gotten red, even if I couldn’t see them. I nodded.
“Well,” she said. I could see she had taken her lower lip between her teeth. “I guess… I mean, Jake says it’s okay. And in Grasskiln wives are allowed to… to do it… if we have our husbands’ permission.”
I felt my mouth twist to the side. I wanted to ask so many inappropriate questions—and I also wanted to sink into the bed and disappear, because of how embarrassing it felt, and yet how urgent the need had grown, in my training panties, at the idea.
“Let me make you feel good, and help you sleep, honey,” Shelly said softly and soothingly. “Go ahead and turn over, and pull down those panties. Just to your knees.”
I didn’t know why, exactly, but the thought of only pulling down my underwear that far seemed to make it seem more acceptable, somehow also more sexy, and in my current state, more irresistible. All I had to do was turn onto my other side and pull my panties down a little. I wouldn’t even see Shelly, would I?
I gave her one more searching look in the darkness, still not entirely sure that this wouldn’t end with me over the arm of Jake’s chair—or maybe even turned over to Cal for a more painful kind of training than he had given me tonight. But Shelly’s face reassured me, and I could hardly keep from putting my own hand back between my thighs at the thought of Cal’s discipline. I turned over, and as I felt Shelly draw the sheet down the bed so that she could watch me and touch me, I hooked my thumbs a little awkwardly into the waistband of the thick training panties and swiftly yanked them down to the bottoms of my thighs.
“There we go, honey,” Shelly said. I heard a moist little sound and I turned my face over my shoulder to see my foster mother had her fingers in her mouth, wetting them. My eyes went wide as I understood—the gesture seemed to speak of many past experiences of touching, perhaps even of kissing, other women’s privates.
“Just close your eyes, honey,” Shelly purred. “Think of being over Cal’s knee, now.”
I turned to face the wall, and I closed my eyes. When I felt Shelly’s fingertips urging my thighs apart, I pulled my left knee—the upper one, closer to my chest, and I whimpered as my foster mother began to fondle me.
