Author's note: This is my contribution to #jeaninnocentweek, a week of fan works to commemorate Jean Innocent. More fan art can be found on Tumblr and LiveJournal.
This is a spoof fic, not intended to be taken seriously. My intention was to write a fic with Jean Innocent as the centre of attention and for her to have lots of fun. There is a tiny bit of plot but blink and you'll miss it. Lots of smut and spanking of an adult. Adults only please. I'll update daily this week.
Only much later did Professor Watkins realise what had happened and by then it was far too late. As it was, the insistent phone call from his wife reminding him of the time completely distracted him from cleaning up the spillage so when he went back to finish off he had no idea that he'd missed a large patch on the side of the bee hive and went off to get ready for the evening without any anxiety at all.
Jean Innocent followed her host curiously, thinking that this had to be one of the stranger fund raisers she'd attended. The invitation had specified casual dress and flat shoes so she'd assumed that they would be walking somewhere but she hadn't expected this. The party was to raise funds to buy a field which would be planted with wild flowers and kept insecticide free in order to try to boost the local bee population so she had expected to go and look at the field. Instead they were going to look at the bees.
Jean had been nobbled by an ex-colleague and had agreed to come to the fund raiser without asking any questions; she knew that bee populations had been falling so contributing had seemed a no-brainer. What her ex-colleague hadn't mentioned was that the project was the brain child of a professor at Magdalen College who kept bees and was hoping to find some more enthusiasts amongst the attendees who would be willing to become beekeepers too. Jean didn't have time to learn to become a beekeeper at the moment but she'd always found bees fascinating so was happy to follow Professor Watkins to his apiary.
Professor Watkins had talked for a few minutes too long and been a tiny bit too technical, in Jean's professional opinion, but hadn't completely lost his audience. However, some of them were bored enough that when he'd finished speaking there was a sudden surge back towards the area where the food and drink were laid out, which led to Jean being jostled. This was an Oxford do so it was a very minor jostle, just enough to make her put out an arm to avoid falling, touching the side of one of the bee hives for a fraction of a second before regaining her balance.
For a moment Jean thought she'd touched something sticky but when she looked at her hand it was clean and dry. Putting it out of her mind, Jean returned to the main area, complimented the organisers then made her escape.
Once home, Jean settled down with some music on to go through the paperwork that she'd brought home. After two hours, she'd finished; the reports could all go where they needed to be first thing tomorrow. Stretching, Jean decided on an early night. Within minutes of getting into bed she was sound asleep, dreaming of flowers and summer sunshine.