Copyright 2001 by Traci
The voice on the other end of the line wasn't exactly in tears, but Carol Ferndon could hear the exasperation in her daughter's voice. She knew, also, that three other teenage girls were with her daughter, so she wasn't alone, otherwise she may very well have been crying.
"Heather," Carol said calmly, "what do you mean you never got picked up?" She glanced at her watch. The carpool mom for that day should have been there 45 minutes ago, picked up the girls, dropped three of them home and one of them--Heather--to her dance class as planned.
"Mom," Heather Ferndon whined, "Ms. Starling never showed up!"
Carol sighed stressfully, the phone wedged between her cheek and shoulder, and hurriedly finished putting her dark brown hair in a ponytail for the tennis lesson she was almost late for. Dammit. What had happened? She wondered if Jenna Starling had gotten into an accident or something. Jenna's own daughter was away at an orchestra field trip, and wasn't with the group as usual, but still, the moms had gotten together and vowed to stick to the carpool schedule they had devised, and to always call if there was a conflict.
"All right, honey," she comforted her daughter, "just stay there, and I'll be there to get you girls in a few minutes."
Carol hurried out to the car, her short white tennis skirt dancing, and tossed her racket and gym bag into the back seat. She was at the school in five minutes, and four rather irritated teenage girls piled into the Volvo.
"Gee, I'm awful sorry girls," she said, dialing her cell phone. "I checked my calendar after you called, Heather, and it's definitely Ms. Starling's day today, not mine. Let me just find out what happened to her."
As the girls quickly forgot the foul-up and began gossiping about teachers and boys in the back seat, Carol Ferndon got an answer on Jenna's phone.
"Jenna? Hi it's Carol... what happened today? It was your carpool day, and the girls never got picked up."
Jenna wasn't a close friend. In fact, the curvaceous blonde had been the most aloof of the four women who shared the after-school chauffeuring duties. Maybe it was because she was the newest, having moved to the neighborhood just before the school year started, and wasn't as close as Carol was to the other two, who had been friends since their daughters were in sixth grade. Jenna had a bit of obnoxiousness about her that was unsettling at times, but Carol had tried hard to overlook it and find the good in her. Sometimes--and she wasn't the only one who felt this way--it was hard to do. She didn't know whether it was because Jenna was beautiful and knew it, or maybe she just had some hidden problems that affected her in a way that caused the occasional bitchy, self-centered attitude they had all seen in her.
"Ohhh, yeah, the carpool... aww shit. Well, sorry. Glad you could get them," Jenna spoke so rapidly that the "sorry" was almost inaudible. "Hey, I gotta run honey. I have a hair appointment." The phone went dead with a click before Carol could say another word.
She sat there, looking at her cell phone, unable to believe how totally flippant the blonde mom had been with her, and how empty her brief, hurried apology was. Carol dropped off everyone at their respective places, but was too distracted to carry on a conversation when the girls were telling her things about their day. When they got to the dance school, Heather frowned.
"Mom, you okay?"
Carol forced a smile. "Yes, honey, I'm fine, it's just... well, nothing. Go have a good class, and apologize to your teacher for being late, tell her what happened."
"Of course, Mom, I know," Heather said, rolling her eyes. Then she smiled her pretty smile and gave her mother a peck on her cheek. She could tell something was bugging her, so she added, "Still the prettiest Mom in my school by far."
"Aww sweetie, thanks. I needed that." Carol's smile wasn't forced now. Her pearly white teeth shined, and her face glowed from her daughter's compliment, her nearly flawless skin betrayed by a quick blush.
"Bye, Mom. See you at six-thirty."
Heather's comment had caused the thirty-six year old woman to look in the mirror of the Volvo before she left for her class. She met her own blue eyes and smiled softly. She had been told many, many times that she could pass for twenty-five, and she was proud of that. Her workouts and interest in tennis had kept her in good shape, slender with pleasant curves and men frequently gave her second and third looks. Often, she had been told that she could be Sandra Bullock's twin sister.
The buzz of her daughter's lovely remark didn't last long. As soon as she got a few blocks away from the dance school, her thoughts drifted back to Jenna, and her irresponsibilty, rudeness and overall coyness over the appearent mixup. Attempting to keep her cool, she couldn't help but simmer inside thinking how guiltlessly the flirtatious and self-centered woman had inconvenienced five people, and had the gall to announce that she had an appointment at the hair salon to make. Shake it off, Carol told herself.
Her tennis lesson was a disaster. Her instructor, an attractive 43-year old woman with auburn hair named Iris, stood with her hands on her hips.
"What has gotten into you today, Carol? Last week you did so well. This week you can't seem to hit anything with proper form."
"I'm... I'm sorry, Iris. Just been a bad day, and my concentration is off."
"Obviously," Iris said, walking by her. "Let's end this one early. We just aren't getting anywhere, hon."
Carol sighed and looked down, surveying her flat tummy which was exposed just under her tight midriff top. The smooth lines of her hips and pelvis flowed appealingly into the tiny pleated skirt.
"All right," she conceded to her coach, "I agree."
After she got back into the Volvo she sat there, realizing that this woman, Jenna, had really screwed up her day. She simply had to confront Jenna about this, and resolve it. It could not happen again to one of the other moms, or Carol would feel guilty about it for not having headed off the problem. She again dialed Jenna's number.
"Your timing is good," Jenna said flatly, "I just finished my hair. So we can meet. What's it about?"
Carol had a hard time not laughing out loud. Jenna couldn't figure this out? "Jenna, I'll explain it when I see you, ok?"
They decided to meet at the park nearby, where they could walk. Carol preferred that over having coffee someplace where someone could overhear them. She wanted to wrap this thing up, get it over and done with, without involving anyone else. Jenna just needed to fully appreciate the rules and the importance of the carpool, and things would be fine.
When Carol pulled the Volvo into the parking space and spotted Jenna standing at the entrance of the vita-course that ran around the large park. She was in a short red silk slipdress and high-heeled dress sandals, looking infuriatingly preened.
Carol approached her and smiled. She would use honey, not vinegar, to convey this message, and give Jenna the benefit of any doubt. That seemed to work with most people, didn't it?
Jenna turned to Carol, her eyes hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses. Her blonde hair, freshly styled from the salon, shone in the sunlight.
"Hi, Carol." The blonde glanced at her watch. "Can we make this quick?"
Carol fought to keep her positive attitude afloat. "I hope we can, yes. Shall we walk?"
Jenna Starling shrugged. "Ok."
The two women began strolling the vita-course, being passed by the rare jogger or fast walker, but it wasn't very busy there today, and for the most part they had the secluded path to themselves.
Carol cleared her throat and began as they walked slowly. "I guess... well, Jenna I guess I'm just kind of upset about the whole carpool thing today." She decided to pause there, hoping this would prompt some meaningful apology from the newest carpool mom, something she could digest, something that would clear the air and let them start again with a clean slate.
Jenna looked at her, reached into her purse, and wordlessly lit a cigarette.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Carol realized her blood was hammering in her ears. "I know we get busy and forget, but... Jenna, it seemed like you didn't care."
They were rounding a bend in the paved path now, leaving the open expanse of the perimeter of the baseball fields and nearby tennis courts. Beyond them, the path began to wind through a dense stand of low shrubbery, mostly cabbage palms, palmettos, and scattered young pines.
Jenna shrugged, and exhaled a long plume of smoke through her full, red lips. "I told you, I had an appointment at the salon. You want me to beg forgiveness or something?"
Carol was dumbfounded. How could anyone be so callous and so inconsiderate? She struggled to keep her voice from becoming shrill. She was determined to handle this with grace. She had to really battle the anger that was swirling like a tornado in her now.
"Jenna, my daughter was late to her dance class, I was almost late to my tennis lesson, and the other girls, well, I don't even know what their plans were. I'm sure there were some worried parents, at the least. And you just shrug it off. It only takes a minute to call if you're going to be late or can't make it. That's common courtesy and part of your responsibility."
Carol paused, wanting to give her ample opportunity to understand the graveness of the situation.
The path curved again, into an area where rows of old oaks loomed high above, and provided a lush, pale green canopy over their heads as they walked.
"I guess, Jenna, I am asking you for an explanation, an apology, and acknowledgement over this mixup." Carol stopped walking, her skin hot and not just from the sun. "Meaning," Carol continued looking straight at Jenna, "an assurance that it won't happen again without some prior notification."
Both women stopped in their tracks. To their left was a small, shaded clearing around the trunk of a large oak, and a old-fashioned, wrought iron bus bench the county had put there for decoration, or for strollers who wanted to rest and enjoy the shade of a Florida hammock.
Jenna Starling dropped the nearly spent cigarette to the pavement path and extinguished it with a twist of her sandaled toe.
When the blonde beauty spoke, her words were metallic and bereft of any emotion.
"What uppity, holier-than-thou, stuck-up bullshit."
Carol's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked away to try to regain her breath, and her composure. She needed to regather her flustered thoughts. Just as quickly she turned her head back towards Jenna to respond, however she was quickly cut off when Jenna launched a rapid-fire stream of cold-hearted verbal venom.
"Rich, over-indulged little bitches in your fuckin' expensive cars, your world revolving around your precious little tennis lessons and your new-age fuckin' diets, and your daughters making honor rolls... you make me sick."
"What? H-how could you..." Carol stammered and was suddenly blinded by a stinging slap to the left side of her face. She cried out, and recovered just long enough to look back up through tear-filled eyes and see Jenna Starling's face briefly. The well-built blonde had a firm grip on her wrist, and spun her around with amazing force and speed.
"UGGHH!!" Carol Ferndon gasped in shocked as her arm was twisted and locked behind her back. Jenna forcfully led her off the path, towards the clearing where the large oak stood majestically by the bench. The tennis-clad mom stumbled along helplessly, still reeling from the sudden attack.
Carol blinked hard, trying to process all that was happening to her as she was shoved up against the trunk of the tree, her face humming from the slap, pressed against the rough bark of the oak. Her arm was bent painfully against the small of her back, and Jenna's mouth was close, exhaling against the back of her ear.
"Don't you dare fuckin' lecture me, cutie-pie," the seething blonde hissed.
"J-Jenna... owww... you--you're hurting me!"
The golden-haired woman only pressed her captor to the tree harder, and Carol could feel Jenna's knee digging into the back of her thigh.
"Just who the hell do you think you are, hmm?" Jenna spat menacingly.
"Jenna... Jenna please... let's talk about this... I--"
Carol was suddenly, viciously yanked backward, and she flailed her arms to keep from falling as Jenna pulled her by her dark ponytail. She stumbled sideways, seeing a momentary flash of red that was Jenna's dress, and then felt two fingers hook snugly into the "V" of her ample cleavage. With astounding agility and catlike speed, Jenna simultaneously yanked her ponytail and pulled her by the front of her tight gray top. Carol whirled and flew forward with the momentum and crash landed onto the lap of Jenna Starling, who sat erect on the wrought-iron bush bench.
With panicked breath, she looked back in time to see Jenna casually toss her flowing blonde hair over one shoulder and felt herself being locked and held off balance into this compromising positioin. Carol was too flabbergasted to put together a coherent sentence.
"Hush up," the blonde spoke calmly and with authority, then punctuated her order with a series of open-handed smarting slaps on Carol's upraised backside.
SMACK! SLAAAP! SMAAAACK! WHAAAAACK! SPAAAAANK! SLAAAP! SMAAAACK!
Carol flinched and yelped "OOOWCH, STOP!, OWWW, OOOH--!"
She struggled, wriggling violently against the surprisingly stout stronghold of Jenna's arms. Carol's white tennis shoes kicked the air in a vain attempt to wriggle free, and she could feel Jenna's fingers clamped firmly around her waist, effectively thwarting her escape.
"Now then you spoiled brat, unlike your snobbish exclusive, expensive tennis lessons, consider this a complimentary lesson courtesy of yours truly."
With no fanfare, Jenna confidently flipped up and raised Carol's short pleated tennis skirt. Carol gasped in utter surprise, her face turning deep crimson with the embarrassment of being upskirted with her intimate panties on display to her car-pooling counterpart, a near stranger. Her pink cotton bikini panties was all that separated her lower regions from complete nakedness. She was so embarrassed she wanted to hide her face though she needed her hands to maintain her balance over the mossy soil beneath her. The birds over head chirped loudly as if snickering at her plight.
Carol realized that her attempts to bring Jenna to task had failed miserably and instead she had been swiftly and easily taken into the confident blonde's custody and spanked like a naughty girl.
Jenna took off her sunglasses and pounded Carol's pretty, well-kept bottom with a renewed flurry of slaps. Carol winced, squeals slipping from her throat each time her sweet bottom was whacked. She panted, desperate to find a way out as her cheeks began to roar from the punishment. She had always been able to talk her way out of things, but now her energy floundered, as the shapely lady in red established her dominance.
"Jenna, pleaase..." Carol croaked, her voice deteriorating into a sob. Her curvaceous butt was being sternly sizzled by Jenna's hand, and she began to realize that she was the blonde bitch's prisoner. She looked forlornly down at the brown carpet of tiny oak leaves on just below her.
Jenna was obviously starting to enjoy how badly Carol's "meeting" with her had backfired. She buried the knife of humiliation a little further.
"Oooh, what pretty panties we have on today," Jenna sang. Jenna hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny cotton undergarment and pulled it away from Carol's shapely buns several times, toying
with them, letting them snap back into place each time.
"Nnnooo..." Carol whined, squirming, only to find that her movements only rubbed her pelvis and mound against Jenna's bare, smooth thighs.
"Stop that insolence at once, Carol," the triumphant blonde fired at her evenly. With the control and confidence of a stern aunt, she gave an unexpected tug on Carol's ponytail to further deepen the brunette's futility. Jenna was still having great sport with her panties, stretching them out as if to pull them down, then letting them go, so Carol could feel the elastic snap back against her soft skin.
Carol gripped the bench, realizing her muscles had gone weak, as if the adrenaline she had felt moments before had retreated, and her will was being sapped with each angry strike from Jenna's perfectly manicured hand. The blonde's wicked ministrations made her feel not like a thirty-six year old woman, but like a scared little girl.
"I believe you need the full effect now. I know you like to show your pretty bottom, don't you, supermom? Well, now you can show it... all of it!"
Carol gasped as the lovely Jenna Starling slowly pulled her pink cotton panties down, exposing the two half-spheres of smooth flesh, and the dark fissure between them.