Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I held the drenched garment in unsteady hands, my eyes drawn inexorably to the gusset where the evidence of my shameful arousal had pooled. The delicate fabric was darkened, twisted from where I’d pulled it against myself so desperately. I knew I shouldn’t, knew it was wrong, but my hands seemed to move of their own accord, bringing the soaked panties closer to my face.
The scent hit me immediately—musky, intimate, undeniably feminine. My body clenched with fresh need despite the orgasm that had just racked me, a whimper escaping my lips as I inhaled deeply. The smell of my own arousal, concentrated in the ruined satin, made my head swim. I pressed the damp fabric against my nose, breathing in the evidence of what Ruth’s punishment had done to me, how watching her complete degradation had affected me.
“Oh, God,” I whispered against the panties, my free hand drifting back between my legs to find myself still swollen, still sensitive, still shamefully wet. The knowledge that Scott might be watching this moment of private depravity only intensified the heat building again in my core.
With shaking hands, I sealed the panties in their plastic bag, labeling it carefully, though in shaky handwriting. Three bags now. Three pieces of evidence of my descent into this world of submission and humiliation, so different from the one I had known as a New Modesty girl myself. Tomorrow I would have to hand them to Scott, would have to sit in his office knowing he could see the evidence of my need through the plastic, knowing exactly what I’d done to create each stain.
I grabbed my laptop before my body could betray me further, pulling the sheet over my naked lower half as I began to type. The words came more easily now, my inhibitions lowered by the intensity of what I’d just witnessed and experienced.
Video Analysis: Ruth’s Punishment
The reversal of authority in this scene creates exceptional psychological complexity. Ruth’s transition from disciplinarian to disciplined wife demonstrates the universal nature of female submission within the household structure. The addition of Debbie as witness/participant elevates the training aspect significantly.
I paused, my fingers hovering over the keys as I remembered Scott’s comment about being specific. He wanted details, wanted me to articulate the degrading dialogue that made these scenes so effective. My face burned as I continued:
The anal punishment sequence is particularly powerful as it represents complete claiming and correction. However, the narrative could be enhanced by introducing external elements. For instance, Abe might arrange a meeting with a potential suitor for Debbie—perhaps showing the young man footage of Debbie masturbating during Ruth’s punishment. This would serve multiple purposes: establishing the suitor’s authority before formal courtship begins, demonstrating Debbie’s responsiveness to discipline scenarios, and deepening her humiliation through exposure of her most private moments.
I bit my lip, imagining such a scene. Debbie sitting in that same study, watching a video of herself touching her shaven pussy desperately while her foster mother got it in the ass. A handsome man in his thirties sitting beside Abe, both of them observing her reaction as she squirmed with mortification.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, the scenario becoming more vivid in my mind:
The suitor could be invited to comment on specific aspects of Debbie’s arousal response—perhaps noting how her fingers moved more urgently when Ruth screamed, or how her thighs trembled when Abe first penetrated his wife anally. This clinical discussion of her most intimate responses, conducted as if she weren’t present, would reinforce the power dynamic essential to the New Modesty courtship structure.
Additionally, Abe might have the suitor demonstrate his disciplinary capabilities by having him administer a ‘mild’ correction to Debbie for her wanton display during Ruth’s punishment—perhaps ten strokes with his hand while she remains in position with her training panties down, forced to thank him after each one while Ruth also watches, kneeling at Abe’s feet.
I saved the document and closed my laptop, my body still thrumming with residual arousal. Tomorrow’s meeting with Scott loomed in my mind—the plastic bags I’d have to hand over, the discussion we’d have about my reports, the possibility that he might make me watch something with him. The thought made me clench involuntarily.
I padded naked to the bathroom, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. The shower’s hot water did little to wash away the feeling of shame that clung to my skin. As I toweled off, I caught sight of the dresser drawer where tomorrow’s lingerie waited. I would have to choose something, wouldn’t I? Something Scott would be sure to see, because of course he would raise my skirt… fondle my pussy and my bottom… make me…
With a little whimper I pushed the thoughts away. Back in my bedroom, I pulled on a simple cotton nightgown—one of the few modest items that had made it into my new wardrobe. But even its familiar softness couldn’t quiet my racing thoughts. I kept imagining Scott reading my report, seeing my suggestion about Debbie’s humiliation, perhaps deciding to implement something similar with me. Would he show someone a video of me touching myself? The thought should have been horrifying, but instead I felt that treacherous warmth beginning below my waist again.