Young Women Reform: Novella 1 (5 page)

With that, she turned to the board and
started drawing the rows of lines.

He held his hand on her waistline. It was
lean, but he could still feel her movement there. It was like her
big ass wiggled so much when she moved that it shook the rest of
her body.

She easily finished up the threes and the
fours with his hand there. She stopped about halfway through the
fives. “Now I’m stuck. I can’t do it.”

He didn’t waste time. He just moved his hand
down and rested it on the incline of her butt. His cock burned and
hardened as soon as he made contact there. “You can do it,” he
said.

With that, she started drawing lines. Now it
was like his hand was on a mountain of jiggling flesh, covered only
by a couple of thin layers of fabric. His cock was throbbing, like
it was demanding to be more involved in this endeavor.

She made it through the five and sixes with
ease. She moved into the sevens and got to seven times three.

She spoke. Her voice had become higher in
pitch and more breathy. “I can’t do it anymore.”

“Yes you can.” He patted her butt. It wasn’t
enough.

“No, I can’t. I want to quit now.”

He wasn’t disappointed at all. He moved
behind her. “I’m sure you can do it.” He moved his hands down to
the hem of her dress. He slowly lifted that fabric over the lump
that was her huge ass.

She had on cotton panties. But her ass seemed
too big. It seemed to have just swallowed them.

He couldn’t believe how incredible his life
had become. He’d thought he would spend his whole life in the cell,
and here he was, looking down at the butt of an eighteen-year-old
girl, and there was so much butt there. The shape made him think of
two couch pillows covered with skin. The skin of it look tender
enough to sink his teeth into. He put his hand on a part of a lobe
not covered with the fabric of her panties. He gripped, his hand
sinking into that tender flesh. A pleased moan escaped him. Then he
said, “I know you can do it.”

She went back to work. The time, she didn’t
get as far. He didn’t think it was because it was more difficult to
do the problems, though. He thought it was because it harder to
resist taking what they were doing further.

“Okay,” he said and released his grip on her
ass. He lifted up her dress again. He dropped down. This part made
him more nervous. He could stop touching her fast. But it would be
harder to put her clothes back on. Still, he wanted it very bad.
She seemed to want it too. Ms. Pennington had not questioned what
she’d seen yesterday. So she would probably think what he was about
to do was okay too. He went ahead and pulled those panties down
around her ankles. She lifted her socked feet and he went ahead and
pulled her panties the rest the way off and tossed them aside.

He butt was big in every aspect of being big.
Her crack was long. The cheeks were thick and the flesh went out
about as far as her hips did.

He was surprised by what he wanted to do. And
looking at that big soft ass, he wanted to do it more than anything
in the world. He didn’t even know if he could resist. He wondered
how she would react. Surely, she wouldn’t like it.

Still, he had to do it. He put his face right
in the center of that ass.

He was amazed at how far his face sunk in.
Like a thick pillow, it gave so easily only to catch his face deep
in. He was so glad he’d done this. Nothing had ever felt so good.
He wondered how she felt about it. He didn’t think he’d like to
have someone’s face in his ass.

He felt her move, but it wasn’t to move away.
No, the ass he had his face buried in was wiggling in a certain
way. He realized she was writing on the board again. He heard her
make her way through the eights. Then she stopped. But he didn’t
think she was trying to get him to do more. Because there was soon
a different movement, more back and forth and more rapid. She was
moaning. He realized she was fingering herself again.

He was burning hard himself. He felt like he
was on the edge. He reached down and put a hand on his cock. He was
only touching it through his jeans. As it turned out, that was
quite enough. That in combination with her orgasm causing her butt
to jiggle more was enough. He came in his pants.

He might have thought it would be awkward
after that. It was. But is was also easier to teach her. They
finished the tables and moved onto reading. With the sexual tension
gone, she was an efficient learner. Maybe next time they’d move
faster through that process.

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After his Resling’s lesson, Brody went to his
room. He checked on his two stories. The one he was giving away was
up to over 500 downloads, and the one he was charging for had a
couple of sales on Smashwords. He was thrilled. He’d actually made
a little money for the first time in over twenty years. He started
editing more. He actually didn’t want to break for lunch, but knew
he should. Then he skipped working out that day, and by the time he
went to bed had a third story out. He’d wake up early the next day
to a surprise. The free book had been reviewed four times on
Smashwords. All were good. Between the two other books he’d sold
ten copies. All three books were now available on Kindle but had
yet to sell there.

He thought it was probably a good time to
start typing in a novel. He got started on that before
breakfast.

At breakfast, Ms. Pennington had something to
say to him.

“I noticed you did not workout
yesterday.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And I understand it is good for a man to
give his body a rest.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“That is fine. I just hope you will not
become so caught up in your intellectual endeavors that you neglect
your body.”

He looked at her. Her expression was stern.
It was very important to her that he take care of his body. Was it
part of the job description?

“Of course not, Ma’am.”

“Good. And if you do a good job with Penny
today, you shall have plenty of time this afternoon to work on your
fiction, and your body.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After breakfast, he went to the library. He
located a good book for Penny to read. It contained a series of
stories each less than five-hundred words. They were designed for
children.

Penny showed up a little while later with a
stubborn grin on her face.

“Come in,” he said. “Sit down.”

That much, she did. She even went to the
chair he pointed to.

“Your reading has gotten much better,” he
said. “Today, I want to work on your comprehension. That means I
want to work on how well you’re understanding what you read.”

She didn’t say anything. She just stared at
him with the stubborn grin, her arms crossed in front of her.

“Now. Pick up the book in front of you. I
want you to open it to the first story and start to read.”

He was surprised when she did that.

But she did it. She opened the book to the
first story and stared at it for a few seconds. She then said,
“There was a girl. Her name was Penny. Her teacher was an asshole.
So Penny wouldn’t read the story he told her to read. She didn’t
even care if he spanked her. It probably wouldn’t hurt anyway.”

It was very clear to him that he was being
dared. He’d play along. “Oh really. Penny doesn’t care if she gets
spanked, and it probably wouldn’t hurt.”

She looked at him with big eyes and a feigned
innocence. “That’s what it says.”

He chuckled. He then pulled her up from the
chair. He brought her across his lap. He pulled the dress up. Her
panties were up her butt. They were up her butt in such a way that
she’d clearly wanted them that way. She’d planned this. He smacked
the bare skin hard a couple of times.

She didn’t make a sound. He lifted her off
his lap.

She was grimacing. He could tell she was
trying hard not to show that it had hurt. He got up and sat her
back down.

“Now. Are you ready to read?”

“No. And I’m tired of looking at that.”

“At what?”

“At that,” she said and pointed right at the
bulge in his pants. “It gets big like that every time you spank me.
It’s gross. I don’t want to look at it anymore.”

Was she daring him again? He thought she
might just be.

“You know what? You better read that story,
or I’m going to make you touch it.”

“Yuck. No way.”

“Then read.”

She looked away from him and his cock. She
opened the book. She began to read. And this time she read the
story. He noticed she was reading much better. He supposed the
prior lesson had had time to settle in her brain. That kind of
hibernation often happened in students.

When she was finished, he said, “Great job.
Now, tell me what the story was about.”

She shrugged. “It was about some dumb
girl.”

“Okay. But what did the story mean. What
lesson is the story teaching?”

She shrugged again. “That you’re an
asshole.”

“Hmm. I don’t think that’s it. But you’re new
at this. This time, I want you to read the story and think about
what lesson it’s trying to teach.”

“No way. I already read the stupid story. I
don’t want to read it again.”

“Do it anyway. It won’t take long.”

“I don’t care. You can’t make me read it
again, asshole.”

He stood right at the side of the chair.
“Touch it.”

She turned her head to it. “No.”

“Do it. You were warned.”

“That’s disgusting. I don’t want to touch
it.”

“Then read.”

“I won’t do that either.”

He reached down and grabbed her by her little
wrist. He put her little hand on his hard cock.

She gasped. Her eyes got big. “Ewww,” she
said. “It’s so hard.”

He let her wrist go and she pulled it
away.

“That’s right,” he said. “It’s hard. You make
it that way when I have to spank you or make you touch it. Now read
or there will be more to come.”

She hesitated, then turned back to the book.
Then she read. She didn’t sound out a single word either. Reading
was becoming second nature to her.

“Good job,” he said. “Now, can you tell me
what the lesson is?”

“Yes. I can tell you.”

“Okay. What is it?”

She grinned. “I’m not going to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to.” She looked right
at his cock.

“Oh. You want to touch it again.”

She shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m still not
going to say what the lesson was.”

“I see. So I guess I have to step things up a
bit.”

He undid his pants.

“What are you doing?” She asked. She didn’t
sound panicked. She sounded like she was trying to sound panicked
but the intrigue accidently came through.

He reached into his underwear. He pulled his
cock and balls up and over the rim so they were both now on
display.

Her eyes were so big. She seemed to study
them for a while. It was like she’d never seen these things before.
Like a curious kitten, she leaned toward it a little. Then she
finally seemed to remember the game she was playing.

She recoiled. “Ewww. Fine. I’ll tell you what
the lesson was. Just put it away.” She said this as she glanced at
it again.

He did put it away. “Okay,” he said. “What
was the lesson?”

She sighed. “The dumb little girl learned
that she should put up her toys when she was done with them,
because if she didn’t her room would get so full of toys that she
wouldn’t even have room to play.”

“Very good!” he said. “I knew you could do
it.”

“Whoopy. Now can we quit.”

“No. I want you to read the next story. But
this time I’m only going to let you read it once, so be thinking
about what the lesson is.”

She growled. But she opened the book to the
next story and read. She whipped right through it.

“Good,” he said. “Now tell me what the lesson
was.”

“The lesson was, that if I don’t want to have
to see that gross man thing, I should read. Now I read and I want
to go play.”

“No. You can’t go play. But you can tell me
what the lesson of the story was.”

“I don’t want to. I’m tired of you telling me
what to do. I don’t care if you show me that thing again. I still
won’t tell you what the stupid lesson was.” She was looking right
at his cock, like her words could make it just explode through the
fabric.

“Tell me the lesson, or I’ll make you do
something to it.”

“You can’t make me do anything to it. And you
can’t make me tell you something I don’t want to tell you.” Again,
she was staring right at his cock.

His cock seemed to know it was being stared
at by this pretty girl. It felt harder and it burned. It was
defiantly ready to be out of its confines.

He brought it out. It was so hard it was
pointing toward his head.

She was staring at it with a slight smile. He
didn’t think she was conscious of the smile.

“Kiss it.”

She hesitated. Then she seemed to gather
herself a bit. “Ewww. No way.”

“You’ll sit in that chair until you do. We’ll
skip lunch if we have to.”

“I don’t care.”

“Kiss it or I’ll cram your head right into
it.”

She sighed. It was a very fake, forced sound.
Then, like a kitten again, she leaned into it. He could feel the
hot breath from her nose on his cock. She seemed to consider it for
a few seconds. He thought she was smelling it. Then she planted a
soft, sweet little kiss on it.

She stayed there for another couple of
seconds, as if considering what she’d just done. Then she pulled
her head away.

“That was so gross,” she said. “You’re sick.”
She was staring at his cock while he put it away.

“What was the lesson?” he asked.

Again, she sighed. “Disobeying your parents
can be fun, but you’ll get caught in the end.”

“Very good. Now read the next one and tell me
the lesson. If you can do that, we can move on.”