Confront the guy

"Hey," you say loudly, stepping out from the shelves to face them head-on. "Knock it off, jerk."

{if Britt = 2}The girl, Britt,{else}Britt{endif} gasps and jerks upright, recoiling slightly, but the guy's hand seizing her arm stops her from going any further. He scowls at you, dark curls tumbling over his forehead. His chin sticks out and gives his face a slightly pouty expression regardless of what he's actually saying or doing. He holds Britt firmly in place while he replies. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name's Luke, who the hell are you?"

"James. Or Jimmy. Casano," the dark-haired guy says. "And this is my maidservant, Britt."

{if Britt = 2}The girl blushes angrily and drops her face to the floor.{else}Britt blushes angrily and drops her gaze to the floor, not meeting your eyes. "Just...go away, Luke," she mutters. Jimmy lets out a surprised laugh.

"Oh! You know each other. Wait, now that makes things clearer. Got a little crush on my girl, eh? Want to be her knight in shining armor?"{endif}

"Just because you've got the right to discipline her doesn't mean that you should," you say, crossing your arms.

"No! It's got nothing to do with rights," Jimmy says, shaking his head. He pulls Britt closer to him. "It means I have a duty to discipline her so she knows how to listen to her man. All I did was try to get a sense of what she was working with..." He raises his hand and cups one of Britt's breasts, squeezing it gently and hefting it like a fruit. Britt gasps and flinches, but otherwise just makes a face. "She slapped me the first time I did this. So I had to show her what the rules were. I made her read that email they sent us out loud to me while I made sure it sank in." He smacks her ass one last time, for emphasis. "I thought I was being pretty nice...I brought her here, where I thought we'd be in private, I could've just disciplined her right there on the field."

The idea of Britt getting spanked while reading about how important it is for the guy spanking her to be in charge is, you have to admit, pretty hot. But you push those feelings down {if Britt = 2}to do what's right{else}for your new friend's sake{endif}. "Well, you've made your point," you say. "Now if you don't mind, I need to get a book."

Jimmy stares at you levelly, looking suspicious, then turns to Britt. "You understand the rules now?" he asks tauntingly.

Britt swallows, still looking mad. "I...I understand the rules."

Jimmy leans in, glancing at you sidelong as he murmurs in her ear, "And why don't you tell {if Britt > 2}your friend{endif} Luke here which of us was wrong?"

Britt swallows, tries to meet your eyes, then can't do it and drops her gaze to the floor, blushing. "I...I was wrong, Luke."

"So did you deserve to be punished?" Jimmy prompts.

"Y-yes. I...I deserved to be punished."

"Good girl," Jimmy murmurs. He runs his hand over her tits one last time, giving them a squeeze as he goes, then smacks her ass and lets her go, turning to you with a smirk. "As long as that's understood, I don't need to do anything else," he says airily. "Come on, Britt, let's get out of here." He pushes past you to leave the stacks, pausing briefly to look you in the eye. "Don't mess around with my girl, Luke."

As he leaves, Britt goes to follow him with a scowl. You gently put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her for a second. "Hey. You ok?" you ask her quietly.

She drops her gaze to the floor again. "I...I will be. Thanks for...trying, Luke," she says. {if Britt > 2}She looks up at you slightly desperately. "Can you...can you forget you saw this? I don't want the others to know." You nod sympathetically, and she smiles faintly. "Thanks. You're a good guy."{endif}

"Come on, Britt!" Jimmy calls from down the row of shelves. She purses her lips and gives you a tiny nod, then follows her man out of the stacks. You watch her go and let out a sigh. What a jerk. But still...{if Soft > 12}hopefully Britt will find someone who'll be a little better to her soon.{else}Britt can always ditch him. Hey, maybe she'd be interested in giving her charm to you...you're sure you can do better than this jerk.{endif}

Dinner that night is a bit chaotic, and the dining hall is an interesting social scene. {if Makenzie > 0}You look around for the girls, but you don't see them.{endif} Some of the people eating are clearly couples, and who have...embraced these rules to various degrees, clearly. Most are just eating, but you spot one couple where the guy is lounging while the bored-looking girl drops grapes in his mouth, and another where the girl is kneeling beside the table her man (presumably) is sitting at with his friends, head bowed. Every once in a while the guy she's sitting next to will reach out and pet her hair, or reach out with a morsel of food and let her eat it from his fork. The other guys all laugh and smirk when he does this, and the girl blushes furiously. But clearly the girls who don't like their treatment haven't yet made up their mind about who to take a risk on yet...

Wandering back toward your dorm, you consider your choices for the night. You could just stay in...it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to go over the course schedule and start picking out your courses, so you can get signed up as quickly as possible when registration starts. On the other hand, you could socialize with the other guys in your dorm. Or, if you wanted to really get a sense of the college experience, you could always head out to a proper party at one of the frat houses.