Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I slipped it over my head, feeling the soft cotton settle around me. The dress fell to just below my knees, with a modest neckline and sleeves that came to my elbows. A sash at the waist accentuated my figure without being too revealing.
As I smoothed the fabric down, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like a stranger—demure, modest, almost… old-fashioned. Yet there was something undeniably feminine about the way the dress hugged my curves.
“You look lovely,” Lila said warmly. “Very proper.”
I turned to face them, a thousand questions swirling in my mind. One in particular pushed its way to the forefront.
“You mentioned… suitors,” I said hesitantly. “What exactly does that mean? Do you two… I mean, do you have them?”
Lila’s face lit up. “Oh! Well, I have an accepted suitor named Bill,” she explained, a hint of pride in her voice. “He’s one of Devin’s top associates at the robofarm.”
“And… what does being an ‘accepted suitor’ entail?” I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.
Lila blushed prettily. “Well, it means Devin allows Bill to… to use my pussy and bottom,” she said softly. “Because Bill is serious about marrying me, if we’re really compatible.”
My eyes widened at her casual use of such intimate terms. “You mean… you’re having sex?”
Lila nodded. “Yes, but only because we might get married. It’s a way for us to see if we’re truly suited for each other. Bill… well, he takes me up to my room after dinner, and that’s when he trains me to… to, you know… be a good wife.”
A shiver went through me. I turned to Lydia, who had been quiet during this exchange. “Do you have a suitor too?”
Lydia smiled shyly. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she nodded. “I have an approved suitor named Hank,” she said softly, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality. “He works at the feed store in town.”
“So approved and accepted are different?” I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.
Lydia nodded, twirling a loose strand of her auburn hair around her finger. “Approved means Devin has given Hank permission to court me,” she explained. “We go on chaperoned dates, and he’s allowed to kiss me and… touch me a little. And, you know, he uses my mouth to relax. But it’s not…” She trailed off, her blush deepening.
“Not like Bill and me,” Lila finished for her, a hint of pride in her voice.
Lydia shook her head. “No, not yet. Hank hasn’t asked for permission to… to use my pussy or bottom.” Her voice dropped to a whisper on the intimate words, her eyes darting to the floor.
I felt my own face grow hot at the casual way they discussed such things. It was so at odds with the modest dresses and demure behavior, yet there was an undercurrent of excitement in Lydia’s voice that I couldn’t ignore.
“But,” Lydia continued, a small smile playing at her lips, “I think he might ask Devin soon. He’s been… well, he’s been touching me more lately when we’re alone. And the way he looks at me sometimes…” She trailed off once more, her eyes taking on that faraway look again.
I stood there, my mind reeling as I tried to process all of this information. The idea of needing permission to be intimate with someone, of having your sexual activities dictated by others… it went against everything I’d ever believed about relationships and bodily autonomy.
I tried desperately to deny the helpless thrill that ran through me. The thought of being pursued, of being desired so openly, of having a strong man take charge and guide me through intimacy… it stirred something deep inside me that I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Desperate to change the subject, to focus on something—anything—else, I blurted out the question that had been nagging at me since my arrival. “When… when do you think I’ll be spanked?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lila’s and Lydia’s expressions softened with sympathy.
“It’ll be after dinner,” Lydia told me.
At that moment, as if the whole universe had decided to conspire against me, we heard Greta’s voice call from downstairs.
“Dinner, girls!”
CHAPTER 6
Andrea
To my surprise, as Lila and Lydia led me in the direction of the kitchen, I noticed that five other men were sitting with Devin at the fully set dining table. I did my best to go unnoticed, but I couldn’t help wondering if Bill and Hank were among the dinner guests—and if so who the remaining three might be.
The rich aroma of roasted chicken and herbs wafted through the air of the kitchen, making my stomach growl despite my nerves. Lila and Lydia moved with practiced efficiency, gathering serving dishes and utensils. I was hesitating, unsure of what to do, when Devin’s deep voice called out from the dining room.