Clay Thomas had everything going for him. He was good looking, came from a great
family, was always surrounded by the prettiest girls, had a circle of friends
that really cared about him and was the best football player that ever came out
of Riverbend. He went to college on a full football scholarship and the speculation
was he would be the first player drafted in the NFL the year he graduated from
college. That was until he was tackled
in the last game of the season and injured his knee and lower leg. His rehab was long and hard and by the time
he could even think about playing again, the bowl season was over and the draft
done.
He did not accept this new reality gracefully. He was surly and despondent. Little by little many of his friends gave up
on him. The girls stopped buzzing around
and he was no longer the BMOC, he was just another college graduate in search
of a job. He was still living with his
parents and driving a car they had given him when he graduated from high
school. He knew he was luckier than some
but it didn’t help his attitude any. He
was mad at the world and himself but he didn’t know to change. Everything had always come easily; dates,
grades, accolades but now that he was in the real world he found he had to
actually perform and not just show up.
He had been interviewing steadily for six months without any
success. He did not have very high hopes
for the morning’s interview either. He
would not get the job but he would meet someone who would turn his world around.
Her name was Joy Anderson.
She was 24 years old and had been raised primarily by her aunt and
grandmother. Her father died when she
was two years old and three years later her mother died in a hit and run
accident. She was a happy little girl
that turned into a happy woman. She
still lived in the house her aunt brought her to when she was five. She was cute and perky. Her personality carried the day though. Her parents had chosen the right name for
her; she brought joy to everyone around her.
After graduating from college at 20 she took a teaching job and was as
successful at that as with everything else she touched. Her students loved her and her fellow
teachers thought she was a great teacher considering her age and inexperience.
She was meeting her aunt for lunch the day she met
Clay. She was on spring break and wanted
to treat her aunt. Liz Morris was
employed at Burke & Company where Clay was applying for a job. They were both sitting in the waiting room
and she asked him if he was Clay Thomas.
He said yes he was and went back to reading the magazine. She told him she remembered him from college and asked how he was doing. Joy said
she didn’t think he would remember her because he was a senior when she was
just a lowly freshman. He nodded and once
again went back to the magazine. She
kept talking and finally, with an annoyed look, he put down the magazine
“You don’t give up do you?" he asked her
“Give up what?” she said.
He smiled because she didn’t even realize he was being rude.
“Nothing” he replied. “You know my name, now what’s yours?"
She told him her name and that she was meeting her aunt for
lunch. She was a chatty thing and before they called him in for his interview,
he knew she had been orphaned at five, raised by and lived with her aunt and
taught school at Herbert Taylor Elementary.
When he came out of the interview, she was gone. He found himself feeling disappointed. He
thought about how positive and happy she was about everything even when he was
being his usual rude self. It just went
up and over her head. Maybe he could
benefit from some of that positivity. He
was deep in thought when a woman with a stroller bumped into him in the parking
lot. Instead of his usual surly remark
when she excused herself he accepted her apology and actually smiled. ‘that felt good’ he thought to himself.
He didn’t get the job at Burke & Company but the Human
Resource Manager called him and gave him a lead at one of their subsidiary
companies. He got that job and couldn’t
help but think that Joy Anderson had been his good luck charm. The more he thought about it the more
grateful he was to her. He had to let
her know. He remembered the name of the school at which she taught. He called the school and left a message. Days went by and he still had not heard from
her.
During the next year Clay’s life changed dramatically. He went on a tryout for the Seattle Pilots
and made the team. He was thrilled to be
back in football and back in the limelight.
He thrived on it for a while. Once again he was surrounded by pretty
girls and back slapping friends. He was
a different person now though. He had
matured and the “limelight seekers” no longer appealed to him. He put his
business degree to good use and invested his bonus and football salary wisely. He bought himself a condo and a new car.
One day as he was driving around town he
happened to pass Herbert Taylor Elementary.
He looked at his watch and saw that school would probably be letting out
soon. He hadn’t forgotten Joy Anderson
and on a whim pulled over and waited. It
wasn’t long before all the children came spilling out the schoolyard
doors. He got out of his car and walked
over to the main entrance and spotted her with a bunch of children around
her. He waited until the last child walked
away and went toward her. He called her
name and she turned around. At first she
didn’t recognize him and then he saw the recognition come into her eyes.
“Hello, nice to see you.
Are you here to see someone?” She asked.
“You” he replied.
“Me, why me?"
“I just wanted to tell you that meeting you that day changed
my life. I was a grouchy SOB and had
been for a long while until the day I was lucky enough to meet you. Your cheerfulness in spite of my rudeness
made me stop and take stock. I started
looking at myself and didn’t like what I had become. When I realized all of the opportunities I
had been given I changed my attitude and my life changed after that. I wanted you to know and thank you.”
“Well you are welcome, but I can’t take credit for your
change. You were the one who turned
yourself around.”
“That may be so but you made me realize what an ass I had
become. Can I take you to dinner to
properly thank you?”
“That’s not necessary, she said, but if you wanted to just
take me to dinner, I wouldn’t say no. I
can’t believe I am being so forward I really don’t even know you.”
“Trust me, you don’t know what forward is. You would be amazed at some of the things
girls do to get a football player’s attention.”
“Are you playing football again?” she asked innocently.
That statement alone made him so happy he had decided to
look her up. She was going out with him
because of him not because he was a Seattle Pilot.
They made arrangements for the following night and when he
picked her up he found she was still living with her aunt. He took her to one of his haunts which was
far from the madding crowd. At Mateo’s
he actually got to eat dinner without being constantly bothered for autographs. They spent an uninterrupted
evening. The more time he spent with her
the more he knew he wanted to spend more.
He asked her to pick him up after a party at one of his
teammate’s place. It was supposed to be
a guys only party but it didn’t turn out that way, there were as many girls as
guys. The party was in full swing when
Joy arrived. She walked in and was
amazed at some of the sites. There were
half-dressed girls falling all over some of the guys. She immediately spotted Clay with a girl
sprawled over his knee and he was whacking her bottom. He had just set her upright with a last hard
smack on the ass when he spotted Joy.
She was just turning to walk out the door when he caught up with
her.
“Where are you going?" he asked.
“I’m leaving."
“I’m coming with you” he said.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and continue having
your fun?” she retorted
“This isn’t my idea of fun anymore.”
“You could have fooled me” she said “I saw you spanking that girl.”
“I was spanking her because she kept grabbing my
crotch. I told her to stop or I was
going to spank her. She laughed and did
it again and so I put her over my knee.”
“Are you sure that’s all it was and you still want to come
home with me.”
“I’m very sure” he said and kissed her deeply.
When they got to the car Joy asked where he wanted to
go. He told her to go to Mateo’s and
then she could drop him off at his place.
When they got to his place he asked her to come in. She told him she
wasn’t sure that was such a good idea.
He nodded his head and said he understood. Joy told him she wasn’t sure
he did. The reason I don’t want to come
in is because of what I want to do to you.
“And what is that?” he asked.
“I want to do to you some of the things I saw at that party
and I especially want to do to you what that girl was doing. I am not as innocent as you think” she told
him.
“I see what you mean.
So unless you want a spanking I think it would be a good idea for you
not to come up either.”
She kissed him goodbye and drove off. Halfway home she turned the car around and
went back to Clay’s. She parked the car
and went up and rang the doorbell. When
he opened the door she began kissing him and pushing him toward the bedroom.
“I’ve waited long enough.
I don’t care if you spank me. It
would be worth it. I want you and I’m
tired of being treated like a china doll.
I’m a grown woman and I know what I want and what I want is you.”
He laughed and told her to do with him as she
chose. He was willing to do anything with a wanton
woman as long as her name was Joy Anderson.
