(Originally posted in r/SpankStories)
Peyton was petite, compassionate, fun, but sassy. She was barely 5’0, and her long sandy brown hair made her seem shorter. And even now at 18, she floated through life on her parents’ charge card, or her friends’ parents’ when she maxed that out.
She had a young face that gave away her naivety to the world, and the body of a volleyballer that always seemed to attract the wrong kind of attention. The small frame and round bottom were a dangerous combination on the court, but also for a newly minted adult who didn’t know when to say no.
Her exceptionalism in the sport was the only thing that kept the college she was attending from kicking her out after the first semester. Besides the party lifestyle she was in over her head with and made no attempt hide, she had begun to plagiarize to try and keep up with her work. Peyton was a good girl at heart. All she’d really wanted to do was fit in and make high grades. She just didn’t know the right way to go about doing either one. Well, she had some idea, but the work seemed entirely too daunting.