Unconditional Submission

Gardening

( A.N.: Okay guys, time for my favorite chapter!!! I hope you like it!!!)

Every year, per tradition, the seniors were tasked with landscaping the grounds behind each campus come Springtime. It was the academy's very own version of a time capsule, except instead of putting little nothings into the ground, we planted flowers. And this year, there were rocks to relocate, tulips to clip, and budding tomato bushes to transfer.

Landscaping the Submissive's Campus was scheduled on Saturday, and on Sunday the seniors would work at the Dominant's campus.

The tradition wasn't meant to be an additional assignment for the Senior Project, but the senior classes from both academies were meant to spend the weekend together. It gave the Submissives and Dominants more time together, which was never a bad thing, considering the final report of the year was about one another.

That day, the submissive's were out and about before the dominants, which meant the senior girls were all very at ease. There was a silent understanding amongst us that the comfortable peace was short-lived because things always got a little stuffier when the dominant's arrived. We would be expected to obey and behave. Our girly behavior of giggling and goofing around would have to stop.

But, for a brief while, we could be girls, outside in the warm sunshine, sitting in the grass, digging in the dirt...

Since it was a weekend, we didn't have to be in our school uniforms. And with a day of gardening ahead of us, that meant the majority of us sported our most comfortable clothes; jeans, cotton shorts, joggers, leggings, sneakers, t-shirts... We still had to look presentable though, so Mistress Lydia, who was also dressed down to a beautiful spring jumper, walked the grounds around the crowd of girls, examining everyone's choice of clothing and approving its appropriateness.

Mine was easy; I was a sucker for overalls and I had a light denim set that cut short, about mid-thigh, so I would never be considered underdressed as long as I wore the proper blouse underneath. Which I did, of course; a white cotton shirt with brown buttons down the front, and short puff sleeves. The only thing I wasn't overly thrilled about was my choice of shoes and socks, both white, and likely to get dirty once the gardening began.

"You look younger outside of your uniform," Reagan told me, poking at the clasp of my overalls as we sat in the grass, idly tugging at weeds between us.

"You're not allowed to say anything about how young I look when you decided to wear a unicorn t-shirt."

She poked her tongue out at me and I stifled a laugh.

Reagan wasn't her usual cheerful self today, and I pegged the grouchy behavior towards a poor night of sleep. I wasn't sure what kept her awake, but in my own restless state, I heard her stirring often. I meant to ask her sooner, but I hated to pry unless I could do it more organically.

"What's wrong, Reagan?" I asked, finding the moment as perfect as any to query her on her moodiness. "You seem a little...off."

Reagan's eyes darted towards the ground and she offered a one-shoulder-shrug.

"C'mon, I know something's up," I pressed.

"It's nothing really," she answered solemnly. "It's just... I was acting out yesterday, which is very unlike me, and I really upset Jordan. I feel bad. We still haven't discussed it. And it's not like I'm afraid he'll punish me, he's actually really lenient with me, I just... I feel guilty."

"Why were you acting out?"

"I didn't understand why at the time, but I do now," she answered with a sigh before lifting her head to continue. "I like him," she said, her eyes on mine. "I liked him a lot, Kat. And...I don't know if I'll be able to stay with him after graduation."