Cal's Law: A New Adult Steamy Romance

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by PK Corey


  Cal let that bit of information sink in for a minute as he watched her tear stained face crumble into disbelief.

  “Or you have one other choice,” Cal heard himself tell her.

  Jenny looked at him, not trying to stop her tears. “Please,” she pleaded, “I’ll do anything. I don’t want to go to jail and I don’t want my parents to know. Give me another chance—please.”

  “I don’t think you are going to like the alternative either,” Cal said in a firm voice.

  “Please, anything’s better than going to jail.”

  “We’ll see.” Cal paused for a minute, part of him wondering what the hell he was doing but then he stated the second option. “Your complete contempt of the law, your total disregard for your own safety and your only real remorse in all this being, ‘Daddy will take away your trip to Greece’, tells me you’re nothing but an extremely spoiled brat who’s never been made to face the consequences of your own actions. What you need is someone to blister your butt and take control of you and help you to grow up.”

  “Blister my butt? Are you saying you want to spank me? Are you crazy? I’ve never been spanked.”

  “That, Miss Anderson,” Cal observed, “is painfully obvious. But that is the deal. You need your butt whipped and in addition to that you will be working for me for the next three months. You won’t be joining any secret society. You won’t have any time. You will be cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, scrubbing bathrooms—whatever I need.”

  Jenny stared at him as if he were speaking Greek. “But I don’t know how to do any of that stuff,” Jenny whispered.

  “I had a feeling you didn’t, but it’s high time you were learning. And part of the time you’ll be studying because your grades are going to improve to Bs or better and if you’re late to even one class, I’ll whip your butt again. Are you getting all this?”

  “You can’t be serious,” Jenny whispered.

  Was he, or was he just sleep deprived? He shouldn’t even be contemplating it, but he was and it was going to be whatever she decided.

  “Stop and think a minute. You broke into my house and violated my privacy. You had no idea who lived here. It could have been a little old lady who could have been frightened into a heart attack. It could have been someone with kids who came out guns blazing realizing there was an intruder in the house. It could have been someone who thought you were the prostitute they ordered—you had no idea and you didn’t give a shit about them or yourself.

  “I’m going to let you decide. I can take you to jail and book you. You can call your parents and they can come with their fancy lawyer. He’ll probably have you out by morning. It will go through the court system because I won’t drop the charges. But, being honest with you, you’ll probably end up with a slap on the wrist and your parents will pay a fine. If that’s the way you want to handle it, if that’s what you truly think you deserve, then fine. I’ll take you in now and we’ll get the paper work started. Or you can decide to grow up and accept responsibility for yourself, realize that you’re old enough to deal with the consequence of what you did. And if that’s the choice you make, then I’m going to spank you and you’re going to start learning some life skills. Think about it and I’ll want your answer in five minutes.” Cal left the room abruptly leaving Jenny staring dumbfounded at the door.

  This couldn’t be happening. If she were arrested Mother would go ballistic. God she would never shut up about it. But they could make it go away, she was sure of it. And it would probably be without even the slap on the wrist he mentioned. Why did the words of a small town sheriff suddenly make her feel like shit? “Grow up,” he’d said. “Be responsible for your own actions.” Those thoughts had crossed her mind more than once lately as she’d watched the girls in the sorority house. Even she thought of many of them as helpless, spoiled children. Was she that bad? But a spanking? That was just crazy.

  Why did the words of this hick sheriff actually make her feel ashamed? She realized she was truly sorry for breaking in. She’d told him she was sorry, but even in her own head they just sounded like so many meaningless words. Maybe it was time to grow up.

  Looking up she saw the sheriff standing in the bedroom door watching her.

  “Have you decided?” he asked.

  Jenny stood silent for another minute trying to calm her thoughts. A spanking, a spanking, hell, little kids got them and survived; surely she could.

  Looking him in the eye she began, “I’m really sorry I broke in. It was stupid and I realize that. I don’t know why I got caught up in the whole crazy thing.” Jenny took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be arrested. I’ll take the spanking.”

  “Why?” Cal asked.

  “Why? What do you mean? I just told you. I don’t want to be arrested and have my parents find out. They’ll be furious.”

  “Yeah, I get that. But they’ll get over it. I’m guessing they’ve been furious with you before. Is there any other reason you’re making this decision?” Now that he was in this far, he really wanted to know. “Remember the spanking is just part of it. You’ll be under my probation for three months and that will mean doing what I tell you. Why are you making this choice?”

  Jenny suddenly felt calmer, she looked directly into Cal’s eyes and told him, “I think maybe I deserve more than a slap on the wrist.”

  Cal was surprised. That had been what he’d been hoping for, but he wasn’t sure if she was mature enough to understand. “Let’s get on with it then,” he told her as he began unlocking the cuffs. This was her last chance to get out of it if she wanted to. Cal knew if she made a mad dash to the door, he wouldn’t follow. But as her wrist was unlocked she simply stood waiting for instructions.

  Cal pulled the straight chair to the middle of the room and sat, reached out for Jenny’s hand and quickly guided her over his lap. He had momentarily thought of pulling out the old paddle he had in the back of a drawer, but noting her thin sweats he realized he could do all that was necessary with his hand.

  Jenny found herself dangling and her fingertips touched the floor for balance. She couldn’t even begin to sort through her emotions at the moment—fear, embarrassment, shame and somewhere in there a little excitement. From above her Cal spoke, “Why are you getting this spanking?”

  Jenny stammered a moment before answering, “I broke into your house and tried to steal from you.”

  “That’s right,” Cal agreed. “Did you know stealing was wrong?”

  “Yes, sir.” Even with all that was going on Jenny wondered where the ‘sir’ had come from.

  “Good to know,” said Cal. “I’m against it, too.” Cal’s hand smacked firmly against Jenny’s right cheek.

  “Ow!” Jenny cried out in surprise, it was harder than she had been anticipating. When Cal landed the second swat on her left cheek Jenny realized with growing dread just what she had agreed to.

  “Shit, that really hurts, not so hard!” Jenny cried.

  “You’ve no say in this at this point—spankings hurt. You make stupid, dangerous decisions and you get spanked. It’s supposed to hurt so you’ll want to make better decisions and avoid the spanking in the future.”

  This was not what Jenny had expected. She began kicking her feet. Cal easily pinned her legs with his. He paused moments later; he was well aware that this was her first spanking and he had no intention of overdoing it, but he planned on her remembering it.

  Cal shifted her on his lap raising the crease between butt and legs to the prime spot. “I could have shot you tonight. Do you realize that? You would have been dead. Your parent’s lives devastated and mine too. You will never, ever put yourself it danger like that again.” Pain exploded on the right and then quickly on her left. She yelped and tried to slide off but Cal was having none of it and firmly pulled her back to him and quickly rained down ten hard spanks on her sit spot.

  Pausing, Cal asked, “Are you sure you know how serious this was?"

  “I do know, honest!”

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��Good,” Cal answered “Now let’s make sure you never forget.” With that Cal delivered the last twenty firm hard spanks. “Are you going to be able to remember, Jenny?”

  “Yes, I will! I promise. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jenny sobbed. “Please stop, I’ll be good.”

  Cal stopped. He knew that was enough and somehow her small, “I’ll be good” had spoken to him.

  Cal stopped and ran his hand gently over her sweats knowing how red and painful her ass must be. “It’s all right, Jenny, I know you will. It’s going to be all right.” She winced as Cal stood her on her feet. He put his arms around her and held her as she sobbed. “Shh,” he cooed to her “you’re all right now. It’s all over and everything’s okay. You can rub if it hurts.”

  Hell yeah, it hurt! Jenny reached back rubbing madly. “That hurt like hell. I didn’t know it was going to be that bad,” she told him still sniffling.

  “Just think of it this way, all those bad decisions and all the pain’s behind you now.”

  Jenny gave him a look at his choice of words and as she looked at him she saw the twinkle in his eye and realized he had fully intended the pun. She felt comfortable in his arms, as if even in this unimaginable situation, all was right with the world.

  “Thank you,” Jenny said quietly. “I know tonight could have gone horribly wrong. I could be in jail or worse. I owe you a lot, Cal.”

  Cal was startled to hear his own name. So many friends and even family members simply called him Sheriff. He found himself strangely pleased that she’d remembered his name and used it. He held her a little longer then became business-like. “What time is your first class in the morning?”

  “Nine,” she told him. “American history.”

  “And when are your classes over tomorrow?”

  “I’m done at two thirty.”

  “All right, I am going to get you back to the dorm now. It’s after three and you need some sleep. You will not be late for your class tomorrow and don’t think I won’t check. I’ll pick you up at your dorm at three on the dot, tomorrow, well actually this afternoon, and I want you to have your class schedule with you. We’ll work your chores around here in between your classes.”

  “That’s okay, my car is just on the next block,” Jenny told him. “I’ll get myself home.”

  “Ow!” Jenny cried as Cal’s hand landed a hard swat on her still stinging ass.

  “Young lady you are in my custody for the next three months and you will do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand? You can get your car tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Yes, Cal,” Jenny answered meekly as he led her to his car. They traveled without speaking until he pulled up to her dorm.

  Slipping the car into park, Cal turned to Jenny. “Are you all right?”

  “Well,” she said shifting in the seat a little, “it feels like someone just beat my ass, but, yes,” she said giving him a small smile, “I think I’m going to be all right.”

  Cal walked Jenny to the door and with a swipe of her card, she headed inside. As he drove away he wondered what the hell he had done.

  Chapter 3

  Although Jenny was glad no one was around when she came in, she was also pissed that no one had bothered to wait up to see if she came home from her ‘hunting expedition’ safely. Why was she even in this stupid sorority? Her mother had insisted she join, that was why. But she really didn’t like many of the girls. Olive seemed to be the ring leader and she definitely rubbed Jenny the wrong way. Usually over the stupidest things. That very morning Olive laughed as she and her friends sat at Jenny’s table for breakfast, “You’re having pancakes,” she’d sneered. “This is really more of a Belgian waffle group.” What the hell?

  It seemed—now that she was thinking about it—everything she wore, everything she did since she’d joined in the fall was ‘so last year’ according to Olive. Then they send her on this stupid scavenger hunt and didn’t seem to give a shit if she got back or not. She’d held back so far but things had better change fast because she was as rich a bitch as any of them and she was perfectly capable of going mean girl on their asses if necessary.

  Worry about them later, she thought, as her mind wandered back over the last hour. What the hell had happened? Okay, yeah, she had broken into the man’s house but… but he had actually spanked her. Slipping into the bathroom she pulled down her sweats. Her cheeks were still red, but not as much as she’d expected. Next time she broke into a sheriff’s house she would have to remember to wear long johns and not a thong!

  Leaving her clothes on the bathroom floor she sat on the bed in the dark room. She was sore. Her butt really had sore spots where he’d spanked so hard. Jenny felt confused, mostly over what she wasn’t feeling. Where was the anger? She stayed pissed off at nearly everything and everybody these days, but this strange man had manhandled her and spanked her ass and nothing—no anger, only a tinge of excitement that she was going to see him that afternoon.

  Jenny reached for her night shirt, but decided against it. Slipping into bed nude felt right tonight. Lying back, she closed her eyes and pictured Cal. He was definitely older than any guy she had ever even thought about going out with. He had to be close to thirty. She usually went for blondes, but Cal was dark. His dark brown hair wasn’t in a military buzz cut, but it was short, what you’d expect from a cop. Those eyes, damn he did have beautiful eyes, dark chocolate was what they made her think of. She remembered him standing there with no shirt. He had a slim waist and beautiful abs.

  “Stop!” she told herself aloud. “He’s not a date, he’s more like your parole officer. See him tomorrow and find some way to get out of being his maid and forget him.”

  Parole officer or not, Jenny kept seeing his face as she rubbed her still tender ass. Closing her eyes, she was back in his bedroom. Her hand moved up and she ran her fingers across her nipples as she remembered Cal fastening the cuff around her wrist. Her nipples hardened and as she pinched them she became aware of the throbbing between her legs.

  Jenny grabbed her well-used vibrator. Usually it was just good for the sensation, but tonight there was a living breathing man to visualize. Cal’s eyes seemed so vivid to her she felt almost as if he were watching her and with that image in mind she came hard, squealing and panting as she squirmed in ecstasy. Damn, was Jenny’s only thought as she turned over and tried for sleep.

  In her dream she was in a white room with a large bed. The top sheet was turned and twisted almost as if there had been a struggle. Cal was standing at the foot of the bed, nude. He walked to the side of the bed and she stared with a little fear at his amazing erection. The boys she’d been with looked nothing like this. He looked hard all over. His shoulder muscles, his six-pack and his thighs looked as though they had been chiseled from marble. Then he was hovering over her, looking down at her, staring deeply in to her eyes. He came nearer and just before his lips touched her he whispered, “You’re mine, Jenny. All mine.”

  Jenny woke, heart pounding—damn, it was only a dream. She’d never felt such longing, such intense desire for anything before. She lay still trying to recapture as much of the dream as she could, but it was gone.

  Cal glanced at the clock as he came back in the bedroom. There wasn’t really time for more sleep but he stripped to his underwear and lay back on the bed. What the hell just happened! If that girl ran to the college or to Daddy, he could kiss his job and probably his freedom good-bye It was the stupidest thing he’d ever done, but then again, being honest with himself he knew she’d gotten exactly what she deserved.

  She didn’t seem like a bad kid—just so damned spoiled and entitled she honestly didn’t know any better. He could teach her. He wanted to teach her. He’d always wondered what would happen if he could use calm, reasonable discipline on some of these kids he’d had to arrest. With true guidance and firm expectations, he bet they could really turn themselves around. Could Jenny Anderson be a test case? That was provided she didn’t have him thrown in jail. With a groan C
al closed his eyes and tried not to think.

  He was walking down a street late in the evening, checking the doors of the stores to make sure they were locked up for the night. The door of the third store down opened noiselessly in his hand and instinctively he pulled his gun as he entered. He quietly followed the dim light he saw near the back of the store. He saw a woman with her back to him, dressed only in panties and bra. The lavender panties were see-through and cupped her perfectly formed ass. She was holding up different panties and discarding them until she found ones she liked, those she dropped into a black gym bag on the floor.

  “Keep your hands where I can see them, don’t move,” Cal demanded in the dream.

  Ignoring his commands, the woman turned. It was Jenny—the same dark hair, the same beautiful blue eyes, the same dusty-rose colored lips. Cal put the gun down to his side, asking, “What are you doing here?”

  “I had to have new panties and I didn’t have any money. I was stealing them. Are you going to spank me again?”

  Cal nodded.

  “On my bare bottom?” she asked.

  Again Cal nodded.

  He watched eagerly and Jenny slowly slid the panties over her glorious ass and down her long legs. Turning she lay herself across the lingerie table grabbing the other side spreading her legs and presenting to him. He could see just a hint of her sex glistening in anticipation.

  Taking a step toward her he reached out to caress her perfect globes.

  Buzz! The alarm clock yanked him from the dream with cruel abruptness. He slapped at it knocking it from the nightstand, but it was too late. He sat on the side of the bed breathing hard. What the hell?

  “Another minute of that and I’d have had to wash the fucking sheets,” he muttered to himself. He closed his eyes trying to recapture the scene. She’d looked so beautiful. He knew she was a pretty girl, but surely the dream had enhanced all her … assets.

 

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