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“Shh, honey.” she murmured. “Such a sweet little pussy. You’ll have a nice hard cock here soon, won’t you?”
CHAPTER 24
Grace
It only took a minute or two of remembering the way Cal had disciplined me, his thumb in my anus and his fingers on my clit. Of squirming over Shelly’s own knowing fingertips, whimpering as she soothed the aching place between my thighs. With a deep shudder and a wrenching sob, I climaxed, blushing but finally satisfied, for the moment at least.
After I had come, and sleepily pulled up my training panties at my foster mother’s urging, I drifted off to sleep immediately.
I dreamed of Cal, but in my dream Cal had Jake blended into him somehow. On my knees in front of him, I begged him not to make me lay myself over the arm of his easy chair.
“Over your knee?” I pleaded. “Sir? Please?”
But he had my training panties in his hands, turned inside out so he could inspect the gusset. He had a frown on his face at what he saw there. He looked down at me from what seemed an impossible height, and he pointed behind me, to where I knew the easy chair stood, waiting for the girl who had touched her pussy without permission.
Not her pussy. His pussy. The place he intended to put his hard penis. I leaned forward to kiss the front of his jeans, over and over. I wanted his cock inside me so badly that I started to cry.
Cal put his hand under my chin and raised my face to look up at him. I saw he had a tender smile on his lips.
“Should I punish you with my penis, darlin’?” he asked. “I can do that, too, to teach you to be a good girl for me.”
My eyes went wide as he let go of my chin and started to unbutton his fly. My gaze went down to his lap, and I saw how big a bulge he had there.
“Oh, no,” I whispered. “Please, sir. Please just… just whip me. Whip me hard. Don’t put that in my bottom, please.”
The fear in the dream felt strange, though. It didn’t really feel like fear at all. The emotion—so strong that it became a physical sensation, a sort of hot lurch that rocked my whole body and jerked me awake—seemed much more like a desire so shamefully strong that it had scared me. The fear, I realized with startled, wide eyes in the actual world of my bedroom in Jake and Shelly’s house, came from wanting such mortifying things so very much, and not knowing whether I would ever get them.
My face burned like the sun as I remembered what dream-Cal had said, and how dream-me had responded. How dream-me had known that the thing she begged her stern, kind suitor not to do was really the thing she needed most of all—the lesson that would finally teach her to behave herself properly.
“Grace, honey,” I heard Jake call from the bottom of the stairs. “Come on down here. I’m just in for a few minutes before I go back out to the barn and I want to see those panties before I do.”
The blood drained from my face and then surged back in. Had Shelly tricked me after all? Jake sounded brusque and strict. I heard his work boots on the stairs.
“Grace?” Now he sounded almost angry.
I jumped out of bed and went to open the door, to find Jake had gotten halfway up the stairs.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said, my heart pounding. “I just woke up.”
Jake’s brow creased, and his eyes narrowed, as if he could look into my head and see the memory of my shameful dream.
“That’s alright,” he said, his voice a little suspicious. “I suppose you were up late, but we need to get you used to rising early to help Shelly with the chores. Anyway, I’ll inspect you up here, I suppose. Go ahead and lay down over the edge of your bed and pull your panties down to your knees.”
He started to come up the last few stairs. I felt my eyes go wide as he approached, his height and the breadth of his shoulders striking me again.
And he’s not even as tall or as muscular as Cal, I thought with a hard swallow.
“Sir…” I started. “Shelly said… she said you…”
“Oh, that’s alright,” Jake said, his voice becoming a little kinder. “I know your little puss got wet when she fingered you. You need to get used to having your panties and your puss inspected, though. Get over the side of the bed and get your nightgown up and your underwear down for me.”
I blinked at him, my lips parted and my breath sounding ragged. Jake stopped three or four feet away. He lowered his chin and raised his eyebrows. His voice lost its gentleness.
“Do we have a problem, honey?” he asked. “I don’t want to whip that little butt again so soon, but I will if I have to.”
I felt my face crumple into a hot mask of embarrassment and frustration. I swallowed hard, and then I turned back toward the bed. It looked so innocent, despite the memory of what Shelly had done to me last night and despite the shameful dream I had had afterward, about Cal.
An idea floated into my head as I stepped forward. I turned to look back over my shoulder, trying to keep my eyes and my tone respectful.
