Once Miss White had left, Kristin and Sasha untied Jenny and helped her into her clothes. She was a little wobbly on her feet, tears had dried on her cheeks, but her mouth was twisted into a sideways smile, like she had been knocked out and gone to a happy place. Her eyes seemed to be looking far into the distance. Kristin put one strong arm around Jenny's narrow shoulders and half-carried her upstairs.
As they passed through the doorway of Kristin's room, Jenny instinctively began to strip. Kristin let her - she needed to get her clothes off. She almost fell over twice while getting undressed, but Kristin made no move to help her. It was a point of pride, she felt, for Jenny to perform her usual ritual after what she had just been through.
Kristin marveled at the strength of this seemingly fragile girl. The moment Jenny knelt, Kristin beckoned her to stand and led her to the bed. She had Jenny lay face down and stood for a minute looking at her. Her ass was bright red, criss-crossed with whip marks. But she had never looked more beautiful; a warm glow seemed to emanate from her. Kristin smiled, remembering her own first public punishment.
She had still been a relatively new freshman, in only her third week at ABD. Her senior mentor, Jana, had been hosting a lively get-together attended by about a dozen Sisters. A card game was going in one corner and a drinking game in another. Kristin felt very nervous and self-conscious in this boisterous crowd; not only was she collared, but Jana had made her wear an extremely short, tight pink skirt and a bikini top that left little to the imagination. She had lost count of the number of times she had been groped while doing her best to keep the guests happy, bringing drinks and refilling snack bowls.
Waving her empty glass in the air, Jana told Kristin in a loud voice to fix her a drink. Kristin scrambled to obey; Jana had a fire in her eyes that night. She had been drinking scotch, and when she did that she got wired and kind of mean. Normally she was nice as could be, but Kristin was a little scared of her when she acted this way.
Opening the ice bucket, Kristin was dismayed to find only a single, half-melted ice cube at the bottom. Jana was very particular about having three ice cubes in her whiskey. There was probably more ice in the kitchen downstairs, but that would take a few minutes and Jana was looking over at her impatiently. Kristin scooped the one sad cube into the glass, filled it with scotch, and took it to Jana hoping for the best.
When Kristin handed her the glass, Jana just stared at it. "What the fuck is this?" she said.
"Sorry," said Kristin anxiously. "We're out of ice. I can go get more -"
Jana cut her off. "You let us run out of ice?" The noise level in the room dropped suddenly, as people sensed the tension developing and turned their attention to it.
"I'm sorry, I..."
