Jenna was standing by the wall of the student union. Her hair was pinned back in a stylish French roll and she wore a pair of pear drop style earrings. The raven haired girl pushed her glasses up her nose and pulled at the hem of her dress. If one could call it that. The tube top number was skintight across her small breasts and hugged tight against her thighs. It did not follow the fingertips rule. But looking around, she was covered more than most of the people at the party. Jenna crossed her arms and looked out over the crowd. The Winter Dance was in full swing and she felt nervous and shy. It was like being in middle school all over again. Everyone was having fun and she was perched up on the wall.

Until she saw waves of red hair parting the crowd. Amber. Her hair was wild and she wore the tight leather pants and a corset top with the sides cut out. She handed Jenna a red solo cup.

“I thought you said this was a dance?” Jenna asked as she sipped the drink. It was strawberry and something that burned.

“It is a dance.” Amber bobbed and swayed to the music.

“Like a school dance. I thought it would be formal.” Jenna retorted.

Amber laughed. “Oh Jenna. You are so cute. This is a college dance.” She lifted two jello shots from a tray that passed by. “Come on. I wanna dance and show everybody my cute, shy girlfriend.”

Jenna blushed and took the shot. They had the whole night to themselves. Her dad was out of town and they had her house to themselves. Amber’s mom always made sure they stuck to her curfew, but she didn’t have to know that Michael was gone for the night. They could be young, wild college freshmen for the night.

Jenna slurped the jello shot and shimmied her shoulders. “Wow!”

Amber giggled. “Come on let’s dance.”

The music vibrated in their chests as the twirled and swayed with each other. Light fingertip touches on their exposed skin and more jello shots made Jena’s head cloudy but she felt amazing. If some over zealous boys would dance too close, Amber would shoo them away.

“You look amazing.” Grace Turner appeared out of nowhere with a tall, thin blonde boy. She kissed Jenna and Amber as they danced. “This is Sven. He doesn’t speak English, but he’s got a gorgeous cock!”

Jenna spit out her drink and Grace disappeared back into the crowd of bodies. “Oh my God! Your friends are wild!”

Amber pulled her in close as the music began to slow. Amber played with one of Jenna’s earrings. “Hmmm, I would say that you are pretty wild to.”

Jenna blushed. “Only when I’m with you.”

“Someone had to pull you out of your shell.” She kissed Jenna gently. “What would you be doing tonight if you weren’t with me?”

“Probably studying or yoga.”

“Knitting, paint by numbers, ow!” Amber teased and then yelped when Jenna pinched her sides.

“Come on,” she blushed crimson. “I’m not that boring.”

Amber kissed her lips and whispered in her ear, “You pinch me again and I’ll make your other cheeks blush.” Then she pulled away. Jenna was very pink in the face. Then Amber squeezed Jenna’s ass.

“Amber!” Claire yelled across the dance floor and stumbled through the crowd. She was dressed in a black bodysuit and fishnet tights. “You are not gonna believe it! I got us into a Sigma Phi party. We’re gonna do bodypaint.”

Jenna bit her lip. A frat party was not on her list of fun things to do.

“No can do! We have plans.” Amber took Jenna’s hand and smiled.

“Ugh! Fine. God, you’re like no fun anymore.” Claire scoffed and scowled at Jenna.

Amber shook her head. “Come on, lets get an Uber.”

The girls fell into the car and kissed softly in the backseat. “You’re not mad about going home? You don’t wanna go hangout with a Claire. Paint on some jock.” Jenna was only half teasing.

“Of course not. I would much rather get home and into bed with you.” Amber slid her hand up Jenna’s thigh as they turned into the neighborhood.

“Oh my God! Stop!” Jenna sighed softly and made looked out the window. She saw a car in her driveway. “Amber. Look.”

Amber reluctantly pulled her lips away from Jenna’s neck and looked out the window. “Shit.” She exclaimed. “That’s my mom’s car.”

Amber and Jenna paid the driver and slipped up Jenna’s driveway to the front door. As they reached the front door, it flew open and Michael Smith was standing in the entrance.

“Where the hell have you been!” He had that military talent that let him throw his voice in a way that wasn’t yelling, but still commanding and frightening. “And what are you wearing?”

Jenna felt herself shrink.

Audrey Anderson was standing behind him. She was packing her purse and glared at Amber. “Amber!” She pursed her lips with an exasperated sigh. “You finally get my trust back and you pull this?”

Michael ran his hands through his hair. He turns around in a full circle and exhaled. “I think you two need a break from each other.” Jenna had never behaved this way until she met Amber. Makeup. Heels. Late Nights. Lying.

Audrey had been through a range of emotions tonight. Confusion, shock, worry, embarrassment, but now her spine straightened. “What do you mean by that?”

Michael saw the dark green eyes of Audrey and exhaled. “Jenna never behaved like this until they became friends.”

“Excuse me?” She glared. “My daughter may not be perfect, but she is a good friend. I know you are disappointed Michael, and trust me, this little excursion will be dealt with. But you can’t shut her away. They have to make their own mistakes.”

Amber’s eyes were wide. Her mother was sticking up for her and Jenna. Maybe even loosening up a little.

Michael huffed. Maybe he was holding the reigns too tight. Maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing. They had both made it home safe. He stepped forward and put his hands on Jenna’s shoulders. “I was so worried. You weren’t home. You weren’t staying the night with her and...” She scrunched his eyebrows and he smelt the sharp alcohol on her breath. “Have you been drinking?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jenna looked at the ground. It was mortifying. His disappointment was crushing and she already felt small.

“I think it’s time we all say goodnight.” He gestured to the front door. Amber squeezed Jenna’s hand as her mother guided her shoulder out the door.

Michael barked. “Jenna. Go wait in my study.”

Audrey and Amber drove home in silence for half the trip until Audrey spoke. “I hope you are feeling mighty proud of yourself.”

Amber sniffed, she felt awful for Jenna and was scared she might not get to see her again. “Okay mom,” her usual bratty response was failing her. “God. You guys are treating us like babies.”

“You are my baby.” Audrey was still battling the embarrassment of having her parenting skills judged and the fact that despite how old they are the girls still broke the law and the house rules. “My only one. I mean Jesus Amber! Do you think I’m upset because you were having fun! I’m upset because despite constantly wailing that you are a grown up you continually pull stunts that tell me otherwise. And now you’ve gotten the one real friend you’ve had in forever in trouble.”

Amber started to blubber in the passenger seat.

Michael’s office was immaculate in design and function. Dark mahogany walls, a floor to ceiling window, and an old cherrywood desk in the center. Jenna stood in the center of the room and pulled at the hem of her dress. She waited for what felt like forever when her father finally opened the door. His face was not as hard as it had been and he exhaled. Now he just looked tired and disappointed and that was so much worse.

“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” His hands clapped his sides. “Partying, staying out late, and all this.” He motioned to her outfit.

“It was just a college party.” Jenna held her elbow.

“A party you lied about!” He snapped back. “And for what? To do shots with that girl. Do you have any idea how worried I was when you weren’t here?”

“I’m sorry Sir.”

Michael walked around the desk and pulled the chair in front of Jenna. “I have tried everything to prepare you to make good safe choices. I think it’s time we revisit past methods.”

Jenna gulped and turned to the chair. She placed her hands on the stiff seat, let her fingers wrap around it and bent over until her forehead was on the wooden seat. Michael placed a hand on her lower back until she arched her bottom out.

Jenna heard the clicks and snaps as he loosened his belt. His mind was racing. It had been so long since he had punished her this way, but after the episode with the Christmas tree, this tactic proved effective. The leather zipped through the loops of his pants and he held the end and the buckle in his hand. “Count them.”

The first snap pushed her head forward. The leather bit into her lower cheeks exposed by the length of the dress. “…One…”

Michael raised his arm and whipped the belt down. “Uh…Two…”

Jenna bit her lip. It was awful. Not just the pain, the belt had a wicked bite to it, but it was embarrassing to a disappointment to him. The third fell on the tops of her thighs, finding the crease between her legs and ass. “THREE!”

She started to cry now. Michael sliced the belt again twice across her cheeks in the same spot.

“….Four…ah….Five…Sir.” She wailed as her fingers dug into the wooden chair.

Michael exhaled. The final lick hid the sit spots with a heavy thwack as the leather teetered on flesh and fabric. “Stand up Jenna.”

The girl stood stiffly and crossed her arms. She sobbed into herself then felt her father’s arms around her as he sat her on his lap on the chair. He rubbed her back. “Jenna. I don’t want you to see that girl again.”