A few weeks ago, an acquaintance of mine (who I have since spanked) suggested I write a story about a college-age girl who gets caught stealing from the university bookstore and gets spanked by her boss instead of being turned in and losing her scholarship. I’ve been working on the holiday stories for the most part, but I had a little time during my lunch break (we’ve gone back to the office, as I mentioned before) and while I couldn’t write explicit spanking scenes I could set up the story. Here’s some of what happened:

When McKenna’s boss asked to see her after the store closed for the day, she wasn’t worried. She’d been getting away with it for two years; if she was going to get caught, it would have been when she was a freshman, not a junior. She had no worries when she walked into Anthony’s office that evening.

She should have been very, very worried.

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McKenna Malloy was eighteen, the youngest junior at Rock Creek College, a smallish liberal-arts university in the mountains of western North Carolina. She’d graduated high school two years early and had convinced her dad to let her go away to school, instead of sticking around Richmond, Virginia, where she’d been born and raised. She loved her dad, but he was strict, and she had no doubt that if she’d stayed home and gone to VCU she’d still have a curfew and still be subject to his rules.

No, better to go to RCC. She’d needed a scholarship for it, and had earned one — she and her dad were middle-class, but on the lower side of the slope. The scholarship paid for almost everything; all her dad was on the hook for was housing and food. The downside was that she had to work at least 20 hours at an on-campus job every week during the active parts of the school year.

Well, her dad thought it was a downside. McKenna actually liked having a job, something she’d never been able to get when she was living at home because her dad wanted her to put everything toward schoolwork or hobbies and clubs that would look good on a transcript. He himself had gone to Penn State on a football scholarship and although he’d never had a career as an athlete he absolutely extolled the virtues of a good college education. When McKenna’s intelligence and aptitude had been tested and found off the charts, he’d been overjoyed. And McKenna had been happy that her father was happy, especially since her mother had died when she was so young and it was just the two of them. (Her dad had had occasional girlfriends but none that stuck around.)

Plus, being away from home meant she was free of [discipline — elaborate]. No, McKenna was smart enough and mature enough to have good self-discipline, and anyway she knew that if she screwed up this chance she’d be right back home again, living with a curfew, having him hover over her to make sure her schoolwork got done, not having the freedom to be a college student in the first place.

McKenna loved being a college student. She loved going to class, going to study groups, joining clubs, hanging out in the student union. Now that she was eighteen, she felt more accepted — there had been plenty of freshmen who hadn’t cared for the sixteen-year-old when she’d first arrived. But she was an adult now. Oh, she couldn’t drink — she didn’t really want to anyway — and she didn’t smoke — again, no desire there — but there was just something about being “old enough” that made her feel better about things.

Not getting [discipline] was a huge part of that.

The parts in [square brackets] are the things I couldn’t write on my work computer, for obvious reasons. Suffice it to say that McKenna’s dad believed in corporal punishment (which I am not going to show happening in this story) and while McKenna didn’t get in a ton of trouble, when she did it went very badly for her backside.

It’s going to go very badly for her backside all throughout her junior year, if I have anything to say about it.