by Candace Mia
As nervous as he was, he was able to get into his stories again. He didn’t know how much he wrote before there was a knock on the door.
And here it was. They’d come to get him. He’d be back at the prison, in his cell, later today.
“Come in,” he said.
It was Penny again. She was all smiles again. “Lunch is ready.”
That seemed promising. Surely Ms. Pennington wasn’t going to feed him just to send him away.
They went into the kitchen, where cold cuts and other sandwich fixings were sitting on the table.
“Make yourself a sandwich,” Ms. Pennington said to him.
He did make a sandwich, a big one, with three kinds of meat and two kinds of cheese. He sat down to eat it.
“It seems your methods are effective, Mr. Wakefield,” Ms. Pennington offered. “I could not get Resling here through the ones and, according to her, you got her all the way through the tables.”
He looked at his boss. Her face looked very wicked right now. He was very afraid.
“Good job,” she said. And that was all.
Feeling more secure, he finished his sandwich. Then he made another.
“I think performing the miracle of getting Resling through her tables is good enough for your first day. I’ll give you the rest of the day off. If you’d like to go down in the basement sometime, you’ll find a fully stocked gym, should you choose to go workout. There is a Jacuzzi in an auxiliary room. It is strictly for myself and for you. The girls only get to use it for special rewards.”
He nodded. He was amazed. She wasn’t calling him an equal, but she seemed to think he was higher than the girls.
After lunch he would go to his room to type and let his food settle. He took a break after a couple of hours and went downstairs to checkout the gym. There he found better equipment than he’d had in prison. There was a lifting rack, where he could set the bars to catch the weights if he failed. He wouldn’t need a spotter. There were free weights and dumbbells that looked new, like they’d been brought here for him. He was beginning to think the favoritism he had sensed earlier was real. He worked out and pondered the hot tub. He was too hot now, but thought it would be good later, when his muscles started getting sore.
He went back to his room and typed some more. Someone knocked on his door.
“Come in.”
It was Penny. She was holding a tray. On it was a rectangular container and a rather large apple.
Penny smiled. “This is for your muscles. Ms. Pennington said to bring it to you after your workout.”
“Thank you,” he said.
She brought the tray over and sat it beside his desk. “I have to go,” she said.
“Okay.”
She grinned at him and walked out. She stopped at the door and spoke in an impish voice. “You have to try to teach me tomorrow.”
“Good,” was all he said, wanting to get to what was on the tray and back to his work.
She left him there.
The square container had a straw attached to its side. It was chocolate flavored whey protein. He’d heard of whey protein and had wanted to try it. It wasn’t something he’d get in prison, though.
The shake was pretty good. He really enjoyed the apple. In prison, you got three meals. The snack was nice. He worked for a while longer, then took a shower, not wanting to be stinky at dinner. He worked some more until someone got him for dinner time.
Tonight, it was fish and pasta, both of which he ate a lot of.
“I understand your dietary needs are different from that of girls,” Ms. Wakefield said. The way she said it, it was like she was going to tell him that didn’t mean he should make a pig of himself. That was not what she said. “You may go into the refrigerator and take anything you want at any time of day.”
At that, he nodded.
“Tomorrow, you will have a bigger challenge. You will have to teach Penny. I trust you will be stern with her as you see fit.”
He looked briefly at Penny. She was looking down, but there was a slight grin on her face.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
#
Brody went back to his room after dinner. There, he didn’t type. Instead, he looked around online to consider his publishing options. It was nothing like it had been when he was a young writer, before going off to prison. The self-publishing options were better. He kind of liked the idea of that.
He found a place called Smashwords and a place called Kindle Direct. He read their publishing directions and thought he could handle it. He thought he’d at least give it a try. He set up accounts at both places. He left the address part blank for now. He’d have to ask Ms. Pennington about that sometime. He had no idea where he was.
He could put out his short stories independently. He looked and saw other authors did that. He thought he’d give it a try and see how it worked. If he didn’t like it he could try some other route.
He had to make covers for the books. He found a place that had royalty free stock photos. He downloaded a few and then taught himself to use the photo editing program on the computer. He liked the covers he made. He couldn’t wait to put a story out, but he thought he’d wait on that. He’d have to edit a story first, and he didn’t want to do that tired.
#
Brody woke up early the next day. He was able to work for a while before breakfast. He felt clear-headed and good. He supposed that was because of his excitement over the prospect of publishing. He was a bit disappointed when there was a nock on his door. He wasn’t that disappointed, though. He was pretty hungry.
“I would like for you to start your lessons with Penny immediately after breakfast,” Ms. Pennington said at the table, then blew steam off the top of her second cup of coffee.
“Yes, ma’am.”
After breakfast he moved to the library. There, he looked over Penny’s academic file again. She was actually ahead of Resling, but not by much.
She showed up a few minutes after he got there. The little woman stood in the doorway, grinning.
“Come in,” he said. He turned a chair to face the chalkboard. “Have a seat.”
She walked in and plopped down in the chair. She crossed her arms in front of her and got a “I dare you to,” look on her face.
“All right,” he said. “You seem to have some trouble with reading. I’d like to see where you are.”
He wrote the word cat on the board. “Okay,” he said. “What’s this word?”
“I don’t know,” she said in a childish voice.
“Okay. Let’s sound it out. What sound does C make?”
“Caaa,”
“Good. What sound does the a make?”
“Ahh.”
“Good. What sound does the t make?”
“Taa,”
“Okay. So sound the word out.”
“Alligator.” She laughed like a child.
“Hmm?” He thought of what had worked with Resling. It was worth a try. He moved behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. “I know you can do it. Sound it out and tell me what word that is.”
“Caa. Ahh. Ligator.” She pulled her shoulder from his hand than giggled wickedly.
He moved in front of her. He knelt down. “Listen, Penny. I know you can do this. We can do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way. I know that you know what the hard way is too, so let’s just avoid that and learn to read.”
“No,” she snapped. “I don’t like reading.”
“Okay. I’ll give you one more chance. What is the word?”
She made an exaggerated motion of putting her fist on her chin like she was thinking. “Let’s see. The word is, ‘fuck you, Mr. Wakefield.”
“Hmm. I see then.” He stood up. Did he really want to do this? Yes he did and no he didn’t. He was nervous and excited. But whatever he felt, he needed to succeed to keep his boss happy. And this girl was practically begging for it.
He stood up. He reached down and gripped her little arm.
“Ouch. Stop it.”
“Say the word.”
“No. Let go of me.”
He lifted her up by the arm. “Last chance,” he said, thinking he might have said that already.
“I’ll bite you,” she screamed.
He sat down in the chair. He pulled her over his knees. She wasn’t a strong girl at all. She squirmed, but he was able to hold her down with a forearm. And below that forearm was the biggest part of her. He wasn’t even sure this was legal. He knew in the outside world a man would go to jail for this. But she was a prisoner. Was it okay to spank a prisoner? He suppose what was legal here was what Ms. Pennington said was legal.
He brought a hand down on that ass. It wasn’t hard. He was too hesitant for it to be hard. He left his hand there. He could feel her butt moving under his hand. It was so much more tone than the one he’d touched yesterday. Both butts had their own appeal.
“No,” she said. “I won’t do what you want.”
He realized he’d not hit her hard enough. Ms. Pennington had hit her hard, and had gotten a very different reaction.
His hand didn’t want to leave that butt. His cock had risen. But he had to keep focused. He had to get this girl reading. He brought his hand up. He brought it down again. This time it was hard enough that she screamed.
“Ow. Please. That hurts. Stop.”
He didn’t think he needed to hit her again. But spanking her had felt so good, feeling that butt smash under his hand, then feeling its youthful resilience. He hit her again.
“It’s cat,” she cried out. “It’s cat. I’ll read. I’ll read.”
“Good,” he said, then let her go, despite the burning hardness in his cock. He got out of the chair. “Now stand or sit,” he said. I don’t care. But when I put a word on that board, you read it.”
“Okay,” she sobbed.
He wrote the next word on the board. “What is it?”
She looked at it, still sobbing.
“Sound it out.”
She looked at the board for a little while, snorted and the said, “Ca . . . an . . . dy. Candy.”
“Very good.” He wrote the next word.
She got word after word. She was getting faster too. Her sobs went away. And she’d sat in the chair.
“You’re doing great,” he said sometime later. “Now we’re going to try some sentences.” He wrote the first sentence on the board.” He turned around to see her shaking her head.
“You can do this. It’s just like what you’ve done before. It’s just that the words are together.”
“No,” she snapped. “I hate this. I don’t want to read anymore. Just leave me alone, asshole.”
“Really? Do we have to go through this again?”
“No. We’re not going through anything. I just want to quit.”
“You can’t quit now, so you might as well try.”
“No, asshole.”
He moved across the floor. He lifted her by the forearm again.
“No. I’m sorry. I’ll read.”
“Too late now.” He knew of no reason it should be too late. But he’d started this. A part of him really wanted to do this. He supposed it was too later for him, because he didn’t want to turn back. He sat down in the chair and pulled her over his knees again.
“No, don’t. I said I’ll read. I said I’ll read.”
He lifted her dress this time. She was wearing a pair of cotton panties that covered most of her butt, but he could see a little of her cheeks coming out the bottom.
“No. Don’t look at my butt. Please. I’ll read.”
He brought a hand down hard on her butt. Part of his hand hit the bare part of her bottom, creating a loud clap. She screamed.
He hit her again, this time his entire hand on bare skin, catching the top part of her leg with and the bottom part of her ass. This produced even more clap.
He pushed her off him. She landed on the floor, where she struggled to get her dress pulled down and get to her feet. She put and hand on her butt as she looked at the board, whimpering.
“The . . . eee . . . the. Caaa . . . aahh . . . taa. The cat. Ch . . . ayyy . . . sss . . . daaaa . . . chased . . . the . . . mmouse. The cat chased the mouse.”
“Very good.”
“Thank you,” she said, whimpering.
“Now let’s do a few more.”
They would read a few more sentences, then they moved on to a book. It was a child’s book, but it was much better than how they’d started. And she was reading fast, only having to sound out some the words.
He would quite on time to do a little more editing before lunch. It was Penny who came and got him. She was smiling, but this time her face didn’t look mischievous. She looked kind of proud. She was holding the children’s book.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“I think so,” she said, in a sweet little voice.
Lunch was like lunch the day before, except it was wraps instead of sandwiches. He still enjoyed it very much.
Toward the end, Ms. Pennington said, “So how were Penny’s lessons today?”
“If you would ma’am, Penny would like to demonstrate what she can do.”
He looked at Penny. She just sat there with her head down, a slight smile on her face.
“Well, Penny,” Ms. Pennington said. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”
Again, Penny just sat there. They waited a tense ten seconds or so.
“Well, Mr. Wakefield,” his boss said, haughty and angry. “I hope you don’t expect me to make her do it. The most I can get her to do is cry.”
“No ma’am,” he said. “Come on, Penny. Do it, just like you did in class today.”
Still, she just sat there.
He looked at his boss. She looked like she wanted to burn a hole through him with her eyes. In that moment, he wouldn’t have been shocked if she had such a power. “Maybe you need to have a few moments alone with your student,” she said, irritation shaking her voice.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, then got up. “Come on, Penny.”
Penny just sat there. He didn’t want to jerk her from that chair. But he thought the worse thing to do would be to test Ms. Pennington’s patience.
He took Penny by the forearm and lifted her from the chair. She whined but didn’t say anything.
He took her out into the hall. He turned her to him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Why won’t you read?”
She shrugged and grinned at him wickedly. “I don’t want to. And you’ll get in trouble for not teaching me.”
He knew he couldn’t fool around. The most important woman in his world was waiting.
“I will bend you over right here in the hall and spank your naked butt.”
“No you won’t. You’re afraid of Ms. Pennington.”
She had that right. But he thought she had the wrong idea about what Ms. Pennington would have to say about it.
He grabbed her and brought her under his arm, bent over.
“No. Don’t. Don’t spank me.”
He had her bent in front of him. He reached down and pulled her dress up.
“No,” she said. “I don’t want you to see my bare butt. Please leave my panties on. Please.’
He quickly slipped the panties to around her thighs. She was able to wiggle and squirm in this position. For a little while, he felt almost hypnotized, watching that butt quiver as she moved it. He knew he was going to be walking back in the dining room with a hard on. But there wasn’t much he could do about that at this point. He brought a hand down. That skin felt so amazing. It was so smooth and tender. Beneath it was a firm base. It felt so good that he just gripped it for a little while, before hitting her butt again. The he alternated between the sides, watching and feeling the girl’s butt wiggle.
“No. Please. Okay. I’ll read.”
He let her go. She stood up, but not before he got an eyeful of the two brown lips between her legs. Evidently, Ms. Pennington trusted these girls with razors.
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br /> “Let’s go,” he said. “Now.”
She led him back into the kitchen, where she gingerly took her seat. He stood, avoiding contact with Ms. Pennington. Penny opened the book and read through her sobs.
“D … ahh . . . nnn . . . eee. Danny . . . had . . . a . . . Dog. It was red. Its . . . nnn . . . aaaam . . . was Rex.”
She went on to read five pages.
“Stop,” Ms. Pennington said.
Now he did make eye contact with the woman. It was clear she was amazed. “I couldn’t get her to make words, and you got her reading books. I don’t know how you do it, but keep it up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Take the rest of the day off again. You’ve earned it.”
He considered bringing up that he needed the address. It seemed almost like it would be a good time. He supposed he’d wait, though. He didn’t even know if he’d make money to be sent to him. Instead, he just went to his room.
#
He was finished editing the story within a few hours. It was easy to set it up at both places. Kindle made you charge at least 99 cents. Smashwords let you give your book away. He tried to imagine why anyone would pay to read his story. It seemed like they would want to get to know his work first. He gave the book away at Smashwords. It would have to get through Smashword’s approval process, then the book would go out to several retailers. That story set up, he moved onto the next one. He did a short workout and ate dinner with the ladies. Other than that, he stayed focused on editing. Before he went to bed that night, he had a second story out.
#
Brody got up early again the next day. He checked to see how his books were doing. He looked first at Kindle, where they were still in the review process. He checked at Smashwords, where he’d not sold a single copy. His free story had been downloaded over 300 times, though, which seemed very promising. He had breakfast with the ladies, where he was informed that he would eventually need to teach both girls at the same time and then more as they came. But today, it would just be Resling again.
She came into the library where he was.
“Okay. Yesterday you learned how to do the times tables. We’re just going to review that today and then move onto some reading. But today, you can draw the lines.” He held a piece of chalk. He went and sat. “Okay. Show me one times one.”