Could the last two months have been real? Could a person change their entire outlook on life in such a short time? Jenny had. Two months ago, she’d been a sullen, angry college freshman. She was showing up late when she made it to class at all and her grades certainly showed her supreme lack of effort. She’d been living in a sorority house full of ‘mean girls’ and she’d probably been one herself. She knew she’d been angry; she felt she’d been angry for as long as she could remember. But the anger was gone—replaced by a feeling of euphoria. And all because of a man.
She thought back to the night they’d met, when the mean girls had sent her to break into a house during a stupid scavenger hunt. They’d known it was the sheriff’s house. Jenny hadn’t. Now she could only thank God the voters in Beaufort County had elected such a young, gorgeous law man. She’d been caught red-handed and nearly got her ass hauled off to jail. But instead, Cal had talked to her, once he’d gotten over his initial shock and anger. He’d told her she needed to grow up and take responsibility for herself and her actions. He’d offered her an alternative to being arrested. He’d become her mentor and he’d worked with her, helping her get her life together.
He’s started by getting her education on track. He insisted that she go to every single class and that she be on time. Homework and decent grades were also high on the list of things he wanted her to accomplish. Cal was a great mentor. But there was more to the probation. Parts Jenny didn’t really want to think about.
College she could do without and she’d already decided to quit after she finished this year. Her favorite parts of working with Cal were learning to cook, clean house, and even do laundry. Jenny had learned none of these skills at home. Home had been a well-run machine. Servants handled all domestic tasks. Her mother had a full-time career being a socialite, gossiping about those in and out of her circle of friends and in general being a full-time bitch. Jenny doubted her mother even knew where the washing machine and dryer were in her gilded mansion, much less have any idea how they were used. But Jenny had mastered the washer and dryer, the stove, the microwave, the grill, and even the dishwasher. Learning to cook and to keep a house clean gave her a sense of accomplishment that she never got from doing homework and getting decent grades.
“I’ve got to move,” Jenny muttered to herself as she headed to class. She wasn’t about to be late today. She wanted Cal to remain in the wonderful mood she’d left him in late last night. Yesterday had been so amazing Jenny was scared it hadn’t been real. After over two months of holding her at arm’s length Cal had finally admitted that he loved her and had more than proved it. She had never experienced an afternoon like that. That was true loving-making. Thinking now about her amazing afternoon with Cal, she’d realized that her previous experiences of hooking up had barely qualified as sex.
Jenny arrived for her history class a full ten minutes early and headed for her usual seat at the back. Sitting brought a soft ‘oww’ to her lips and she quickly glance around even though there were few there to notice. Trying to find a more comfortable position Jenny sighed and realized she was going to have to give some thought to the one aspect of Cal’s help and guidance she could do without.
Cal believed in doing the right thing and that there should be consequences for those who didn’t. As the sheriff, he felt arrest, and sometimes incarceration, was a reasonable consequence for law breakers. But for Jenny his ideas of discipline led in a whole other direction. Cal believed in spanking and she had already found herself over his knee on more than one occasion, including yesterday. She’d lied to Cal and his firm belief in discipline and consequences was exactly what had her squirming in her seat now. She hadn’t spent much time thinking about yesterday’s spanking because the moment it was over they had fallen into bed for the first time and that drove everything else from her mind. But it was something she’d have to think about. She loved Cal and she wanted to be with him, but this spanking shit was going to have to stop.
Jenny’s phone buzzed and she grabbed it, ‘ I’ll be home by 4:00 this afternoon, can you be there?’
‘Count on it,’ she texted back, not even trying to lose the silly grin that stole across her face.