Cal's Law: A New Adult Steamy Romance Page 9

  Cal barely acknowledged Jenny when he entered the dean’s office. Jenny sat in stunned silence, not hearing the words they were saying. Cal turned to her once to ask, “Did you buy the paper and tell me, and your professor, that you’d written it? Looking down Jenny nodded. “Wait for me in the outer office,” he ordered and Jenny walked out and sat staring at her lap and trying not to think.

  A terse, “Let’s go,” was all Cal had to say and she followed him out of the building and to his car.

  They drove in silence across campus until Jenny couldn’t stop herself, “Cal, I’m so sorry…” Jenny began but Cal cut her off.

  “I don’t want to hear a word,” Cal snapped. “I’m going to talk first,” he told her pulling up to her dorm. His face look like it was carved from stone. “You’re not going to be expelled. You will be on probation with the school for two semesters and of course you’ll have to repeat the course you just cheated on.”

  Jenny winced at the word cheated and couldn’t look at Cal. School was not her biggest concern at the moment. She was sick that she had lied to Cal. She knew he was going to spank her and that was all she could think of. Jenny hadn’t been listening as closely as she should have.

  But her head snapped up when she heard Cal say, “So we’re done. This whole experiment is over. I thought I could help you grow up and learn to be responsible. I thought I could help you take pride in your accomplishments. I should’ve taken you to jail that first night. Maybe that would’ve gotten your attention. I thought by putting you on my own probation, I could get through to you. But it didn’t work. It’s over. You’re not on probation with me anymore. You’ve paid your debt. You’re free and clear. I don’t want to be your jailer or your warden.”

  Jenny tried to draw air into her lungs, but the pain seemed too great. It was over? Cal had given up on her? He couldn’t, she loved him! He had to give her another chance. “Please Cal…” she tried to speak.

  “I’m not finished,” Cal snapped. “There’s one more thing you need to know.” If anything he sounded even angrier. “I love you. That’s why I’m so damn mad. I wanted you to want to be with me, not because I was holding your break-in over your head, but because we meant something to each other. But you better know one thing, if you thought I was tough on you as the sheriff, well Jenny, that’s nothing compared to the spanking you’re going to get if you decide to stay with me now. This spanking will be coming from the man who loves you. And I won’t tolerate you being less than honest with yourself or me. Am I making myself clear?”

  Had she heard him right? Did he say he loved her? Before Jenny could say anything Cal had gotten out of the car and had Jenny’s door opened. “Get out,” he ordered. In a daze Jenny found herself standing on the sidewalk in front of her dorm. “It’s nearly two o’clock and you have a lot of thinking to do. I’ll be back at five. If you decide to stay in your room I won’t bother you again. But if you want to be with me, be out here in front of the dorm. We’ll get this research paper thing taken care of and then we can talk about us.”

  Cal started around the car but then he stopped and came back. Taking Jenny’s face between his large hands he kissed her for the first time. Jenny couldn’t think. She felt as if she were melting into that kiss. Then he abruptly pulled away, hopped into his car, and left with Jenny still rooted to the spot.

  Some men use soft music, candle light and rose petals. But not him. Oh no. He practically bit the girl’s head off, telling her he loved her. Then he promised her the worst spanking she’s ever had. Yup. They’d be writing him up in the fucking romance hall of fame. You’re an ass, Bennett.

  Cal had come home to shower and change and to try to calm down. He fumed at himself. He should have just left things the way they were. At least they’d been together some of the time. Did he really need to sound like such a bully? He knew what her choice would be. Now the pretty little prom queen, sorority girl had the out she had probably been looking for.

  Chapter 19

  Jenny was stunned. Entering her room, she was glad Megan wasn’t home. She had to think. She’d been telling herself she loved Cal, but did she really? She knew for sure she wanted to sleep with him. She loved being around him. He made her feel safe and… acknowledged. Her parents had mostly ignored her, at least when her mother wasn’t screaming at her. Cal seemed to like to talk to her and he paid attention to her. He listened to what she was saying. Did she love him, or did she love the attention he gave her? Was that the same thing?

  She’d never had a serious relationship. She’s dated a few guys in high school. She’d even slept with a few. But she had never felt much for them. They were more a way out of the house for the evening. A movie, a dinner, a little sex: it was all just a nice diversion from listening to her mother bitch. But when she’d grown bored she’d walked away with barely a thought and none of the guys had seemed particularly upset when she’d left. She had a feeling it would probably be the same deal if she went with Kyle.

  She knew, without having to give it much thought, it wouldn’t be that way with Cal. If he said he loved her, she knew he was telling her the truth. Was she ready for that kind of intensity? “But what if I do love him?” she wailed. It was nearly two thirty, she didn’t have long to make up her mind. Who the hell could make an important life decision in a few hours?

  Jenny was still sitting, her mind spinning when her phone rang.

  “Hey Jenny, it’s Kyle. I’m bored, come keep me company,” he demanded laughing. “It’s pretty outside, let’s go for a bike ride, or on a hike, or a solid afternoon of love making, or a picnic, what do you say?”

  Jenny suppressed a sob, “I don’t think I’d be very good company.”

  “What happened, what’s wrong?” Kyle asked.

  What the hell. It doesn’t really matter who knows now, does it? “I bought a paper off the internet and I got caught. I had to meet with the dean and nearly got expelled, I have to retake the damn course. It’s just a mess and I feel like crap.”

  “That sucks. Come on out with me and you’ll feel better. Look I’m sorry you got caught, but everyone buys papers and usually nobody cares. Jenny think—when you graduate and get a job, if you want one, you think they’re going to care what grade you got on one stupid assignment? Shake it off. Life’s short, let’s go out and have some fun.”

  Jenny sat silently for a minute. Kyle was right. It just wasn’t that big a deal to most people. Why did Cal have to be such a hard ass about things like this? The two choices for her afternoon stood in her mind in stark contrast. She could go with Cal and get her ass spanked, hard, and then… well she wasn’t sure what was next. On the other hand, she could go with Kyle and have fun, forget her problems and relax. Seriously, was there really any choice?

  Chapter 20

  Cal let his men know he wouldn’t be in tonight. Regardless of the outcome, he knew he’d need time. He was so mad at Jenny for lying to him and he was mad at himself for the way he’d left things with her. He should have spanked her ass for the paper crap and then ended the probation and let pretty frat boy lick her wounds. All he’d done was confuse her. It didn’t make any difference. He knew he wasn’t a choice she could make. Kyle was her people: he was young, good looking and rich. Kyle was her best, her only, choice. Did he even need to go see? It could only hurt him more.

  But he had to know. ‘Tell her,’ Jake had insisted. Well he’d told her all right. Cal pulled into a lot half way down the street where he could see the front of the dorm. He checked his watch again and tried to focus on the traffic passing by. He didn’t want to keep staring at the door. He’d was driving himself crazy. He couldn’t wait. Glancing toward the dorm he saw Jenny, in tears, coming down the sidewalk toward him.

  Cal stepped out of the car and Jenny flew into his arms. “I love you,” she sobbed. “Please don’t give up on me.”

  Cal took a deep breath; he didn’t want his voice breaking. “It’s all right, Jenny. I won’t ever give up on you no matter who yo
u want to be with. This Kyle kid is probably who you need. I’m too old for you and…”

  “Stop it. Kyle’s a boy. He’s a nice boy and I like him. But I fell in love with a man and no boy can compare to him. Can we go home now?”

  Cal’s face split into a dazzling grin. “We can. We have a million things to talk about. But Jenny, I can’t let this research paper thing go. I’m mad about what you did. You know that, don’t you?”

  “I knew that when I made my choice. I’m not too happy about it, but I want it done with before we talk about us.”

  “You’re right, let’s go.”

  They rode in silence as Jenny dried her tears. Knowing she was going to get spanked was secondary to the realization that Cal loved her. Cal took her hand as they got out of the car. “Let’s get it over with,” Cal told her as soon as they got inside. He seemed much calmer than when he first found out. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as she had thought.

  “The corner?” Jenny asked with a touch of resignation and a small sigh.

  “No,” he told her, popping her on the bottom. “Don’t try to anticipate. Right now I’m in charge. I’m upset about you lying to me and I plan to make sure it doesn’t happen again. So for starters you are going to be writing lines.”

  “Lines? You mean I can write something instead of getting a spanking?” Jenny asked with hope in her voice.

  Cal just shook his head. “Just do what I tell you to, Jenny. I want your pants off—now. I need to get you prepared for writing those lines.” Jenny knew it sounded too good to be true. Turning away from Cal she started to slide her pants off when she remembered she’d planned on changing to panties that at least offered the thought of protection, but again she was wearing a thong. She really needed to buy some damn granny panties! But it was too late now and with no cover for her condemned ass, the pants came off.

  Even with his profession of love it seemed to Jenny that Cal took little notice of her nearly nude state. Walking her to the couch he quickly pulled her over his lap and began spanking her hard with his hand. She fought to just accept it, but she was soon squirming and saying, “Stop, stop!”

  Cal paused, “Jenny this is only a warm up, you’ll know when I start the spanking.”

  Jenny groaned and tried to keep her mouth shut. He continued spanking, concentrating on her sit spot for a good while longer. He finally stopped and stood Jenny on her feet. She reached to try to rub away some of the sting, but Cal stopped her with, “No rubbing Jenny. You leave it alone and come with me.”

  It was so hard not to rub her stinging ass but she followed Cal to the kitchen. On the bar he laid a pad of paper and a pen. Across the top, he had written in his bold handwriting the sentence:

  I will never lie to Cal again.

  “I want you to copy this right now. Two hundred times. Make it neat and for your own sake you better believe that it’s the truth.”

  Jenny hid a small smile. Maybe Cal was already softening toward her just a little. Writing lines was really better than being in the corner, in her opinion. She picked up the pad and turned to the table.

  “No Jenny, you can sit right here at the bar on the stool.”

  The stool!

  Tears actually sprang to her eyes at the thought. She couldn’t sit on that stool with a freshly spanked bottom. He had to be kidding. The stool had almost become a joke between them. The first time Jenny had sat on the bar stool she had been wearing thin sweats and it had hurt like hell. He told her it was made from recycled materials—razor blades and hypodermic needles was Jenny’s latest guess.

  “Please Cal, you can’t mean that,” she pleaded.

  But he was looking at her with complete seriousness. “Sit,” Cal said firmly. “I don’t want your behind off that stool until you’ve finished those lines. Maybe that stool will help you concentrate and realize how seriously I take lying.”

  Jenny didn’t see any way out. She tried to sit gingerly on the stool but there was no way that was going to happen. Ow! It was so much worse than the spanking, she was breathless for a moment. She squirmed, trying to find a tolerable position but that only made it worse. Gritting her teeth, she picked up the pen and began writing fast.

  Twenty minutes later Jenny was barely half way through and in complete agony. She found that by putting her feet on the rungs of the stool she could take a little pressure off her tortured ass, but it didn’t make for neat handwriting. This was by far the worse yet, but she kept going. Finally, fifty agonizing minutes after she began Jenny called out, “Cal, I’m finished, please may I get up?”

  Cal took the pad from her hand, “Go stand in the corner, Jenny, while I look this over.” Jenny didn’t have to be told twice. The corner sounded like heaven after that horrible session on the stool.

  Cal watched as she scurried to the corner eagerly, rubbing to ease the sting of the spanking as well as the roughness of the stool. He opened his mouth to tell her not to rub when he stopped himself. The sight of her caressing and rubbing her beautiful little red behind was a wondrous sight to behold. Watching her as she rubbed, Cal decided right then that rubbing was definitely allowed.

  Glancing over her lines Cal saw she had done a fair job of keeping them neat. He gave her only five minutes in the corner before calling her over, “You got yourself in a mess, didn’t you?”

  Jenny was crying. “I’m so sorry! Everything just got away from me. I should have told you. I knew you would have helped me get caught up. Cal, I promise I’ll never let anything like this happen again. I’ve felt like shit since the day I gave it to you. I never want to feel that crappy again.”

  Cal hugged her and did a little rubbing of his own. “I know, Jenny. I know you won’t. But being sorry doesn’t change the consequences. Go get the paddle.”

  Jenny groaned to herself. The damn paddle. She hated it. And she had to get it? He’d had nearly an hour while she sat on that stupid stool. He could have gotten it. But Jenny knew he didn’t work that way. She’d messed up, and she would have to get the hated implement herself. She started to take a peek at her sore bottom but decided she didn’t want to know how red it was with more coming.

  She came into the living room quietly and handed the paddle to Cal. He pulled her over his knee and rubbed it across her bottom gently as he spoke, “I’ve been checking the calendar. You have known about that paper for six weeks—six weeks Jenny. You could have been working on it just a little every day. Forty-two days Jen, let me show you how many days you could have been working.”

  With that the smooth coolness of the circling paddle became a fire brand. She hated the way Cal always seemed to find a high number to go with the spanking he was giving. The first twenty licks were hard and very fast. The paddle was mean and horrible and it hurt like hell. After twenty Cal paused. “You could have gotten a lot done in those first twenty days couldn’t you?”

  “Cal, please stop! It hurts so bad!”

  Cal ignored her and asked, “Are you planning on writing your own papers next semester?”

  “I will, I will! I promise. Please stop.”

  Again Cal ignored her pleas, “Now let me show you how much longer you had to work on it.” With that he began again, and each stroke was harder and he allowed time between each one. To Jenny it seemed the extra slow pace just gave her time to absorb more of the pain. “Seems like a lot of days you had to work on that, doesn’t it?” Cal asked quietly and Jenny just nodded in agreement.

  As Cal helped her to her feet he again felt the tightening in his groin as he watched her reach around and rub her flaming cheeks. “I’m not sure we’re done here,” he told her.

  “Cal, please! That’s enough.”

  “Jenny, maybe you actually thought you were going to get this paper done at the last minute. I don’t know. But I do know that you bought it from the internet two weeks before it was due. During that time you were actively lying to me, your teacher, and yourself. Lying—that’s not going to happen again, Jenny.”

 
If he used the belt now Jenny didn’t think she could take it. She took a deep breath and looked into Cal’s eyes. “It won’t happen again, Cal. I promise,” she told him quietly and sincerely.

  Cal stared back for what seemed like a long time. “Thank-you Jenny, I’ll take you at your word. We’ve got that over with and now it’s time for us.”

  With just that simple statement, Jenny felt a throbbing begin that had nothing to do with having just been spanked.

  Chapter 21

  Jenny stared into Cal’s eyes. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and she realized all her fantasies were about to come true.

  “There really is an ‘us’? This isn’t part of my daydream?”

  “Jenny, there’s no way you want this as much as I do.” Cal scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He set her on her feet and she stood still and he pulled off her tee shirt.

  “Matching bra and thong? I feel like I’m living one of my favorite teenage fantasies.” Turning her around he unhooked her bra and turned her back to him. He pulled the straps down her arms until her breasts were free. They were incredible and his mouth was drawn to them. He felt the nipple harden in his mouth as he sucked gently and her abdomen tensed as he reached for the other.

  “Cal, Cal…” Jenny repeated softly.

  Cal lay her back onto the bed and slid her thong down her long legs, hungrily taking in the sights he’d been longing to see, to touch, to taste. Cupping her breast, he softly asked, “Jenny, are you a virgin?”

  “A virgin? That’s what you’re worried about now?”

  Cal laughed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m not a virgin and you won’t hurt me. Now am I going to have to undress you or can you handle it?”