Jordan Monroe drove back into town in her sleek black Mercedes convertible. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she knew Main Street would be bustling this Saturday morning with local vendors peddling their wares. As she rounded the corner, she turned up the radio and picked up speed knowing she would draw all kinds of attention. It was exactly what she wanted.
Jordan left Miller’s Crossing right
after the last day of high school. She
didn’t even wait until the graduation ceremonies. She cleaned out her bank
account, packed what little belongings she owned and hitchhiked a ride with a
trucker. Until today, she hadn’t been
back.
Deputy Eddie Cruze noticed the car
immediately; it took a moment before he recognized the driver. She looked considerably different than when
he last saw her twelve years ago. The last time she was over his knee, and he
was spanking her bottom.
As she flew past him, he turned on
the bubble gum machine and took off after her.
She pulled over just on the other side of town. He parked the car, got his thoughts straight
and stepped out of his car.
“Hello, Jordan.”
“Hello, Eddie.”
“License and registration, please.”
“You have to be kidding. You know who I am?”
“I know who you used to be, but I
still need your license and registration.
It’s the rules.
“You always were a stickler for the
rules.” She reached in the glove box and
handed him the paperwork.
He looked at it and took it back to
the cruiser to run a make. Jordan
watched him through her rear-view mirror.
He is still a fine-looking man.
She watched as he sauntered back to her car, admiring that way he
carried himself; even in his younger years you noticed his presence. Now that he had filled out in all the right
places, it was even more noticeable.
Maybe we could find a place for him in the shoot; she thought to
herself.
He came back and took out his ticket
book and started writing. “You really
aren’t going to write me a ticket, are you.”
“No, just a warning this time.”
“You didn’t give me a warning the
last time.”
She watched his eyes open wide as
realization struck. “I did, but you
didn’t pay any attention.”
He gave her the book and the pen to
sign. When she handed them to him, he
asked what she was doing back in town after all these years.
“I have a photo shoot coming up, and
I remembered how pretty the old mill was in the springtime. If it’s still the same it would be perfect
for what I have in mind. Is it still the
same?”
“Pretty much, you know Miller’s
Crossing, few changes."
“How about you Eddie? What’s changed with you, other than your now
a county mountie?”
“Not much, as you said, I was always
a stickler for rules so law enforcement seemed the correct path for me. I studied criminal justice in college and
entered the academy after graduation. I
was lucky enough to get assigned to this region.”
“No little Cruze’s running around?”
“Not that I know of, and I’m a
stickler for the rules, so the chances are pretty slim.” She laughed.
“You know there’s always
‘accidents!' He laughed.
“Are you free for dinner tonight or
is the ‘little woman’ expecting you home?”
“Are you on a fishing expedition
here? There is no little woman and yes,
I’m available for dinner this evening. You buying since you have this expensive
little car and I’m just what did you call me, ‘a county mountie’?
“Yes, I’ll buy and write it off to a
business expense." The smile left
his face.
“On second thought, Jordan, go fuck
yourself.”
“Oh, come on Eddie, can’t you take a
joke.”
“I don’t think you meant it as a
joke, Jordan. I think you meant it just
the way I took it. You always did have
that mean streak.”
“Perhaps, you’re right. Perchance
I’m still miffed that you turned down my virginity. Not only turned it down, but paddled my
bottom when I kept offering you the gift.”
“Jordan, you were seventeen years
old; I was twenty. That’s statutory
rape, and I knew the rules.”
“I wouldn’t have accused you of
rape. It was strictly consensual on my
part.”
“It would not have mattered. You
were still a minor.”
“Okay, this is getting us
nowhere. Will you reconsider having
dinner with me this evening? Please?
“Okay, I get off at six.”
“I’m staying over at the Marriott in
Marysville. Do you want to come over
there or shall I meet you somewhere here?"
“No. It's better in Marysville.
Fewer chances of becoming an item for the local paper,
‘Lowly County Mountie Seen Dining
with the Famous Jordan Monroe’.” She laughed.
“Call me when you get close and I’ll
meet you in the lobby.”
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As she continued her drive to the old
mill, she thought about that Eddie. She was a sophomore in high school when she
fell in love with Eddie Cruze. She
bumped into him causing her books and papers to spread all over hallway. Being a gentleman, he stayed beyond the bell
to help her collect all her items and then walked her to the next class. Eddie was a BMOC. He was the captain of the football team,
president of his class and dating Amy Houston, the most beautiful girl in
Miller’s Crossing. She didn’t stand a
chance.
She carried the torch throughout her
high school years even though she only saw him occasionally on his trip's home
from college. She admired him from afar
until the night of the Senior Party. He
came with his brother Chaz, a classmate of Jordan’s. Jordan saw this as her chance and fortified
with the rum and marijuana smuggled into the party; she pounced. She went up to
him and gave him a kiss. He pushed her
away. He said something she couldn’t
understand, and she leaned in closer, losing her balance in the process. She put her arms around him to steady
herself. He took hold of her arm, and her thought was “finally” and kissed him
again, except instead, he took her over his knee and spanked her. She was mortified. That was the last time she
saw Eddie Cruze or anyone else in Miller’s Crossing for that matter.
She thought about why a good-looking
guy like Eddie Cruze was not attached.
She didn’t have the same feelings for him as before, but he was a
challenge and she was always up for a challenge.
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Eddie headed back to the station
after his encounter with Jordan. He had
reports that needed to be completed and filed before the end of the day. As he sat there, his mind wandered back to
Jordan Martin.
He remembered the crush she had on
him when he was still in school. He met
her when he helped her collect her books after they bumped into each
other. After that, she was like a puppy
dog, always around. He never did
anything to lead her on and when he went off to college, he figured it was over
and didn’t give it a thought.
Home for the summer during his
college freshman year, his brother Chaz asked him to drive him to the senior
party out at the lake. Chaz jumped out
of the car immediately and went in search of his friends. He remembered being aware of some of the
kid's drinking and smoking pot and knew it wouldn’t end well. He wanted out of there and started looking
for Chaz. Suddenly, somebody was all
over him. It was Jordan, and she was
either drunk or high and none too steady on her feet. She kept trying to kiss him and after several
warnings, he hauled her over to a fallen log, put her over his knee and spanked
her bottom. It was only a couple of
spanks over her fully clothed bottom, but she carried on nonetheless. That was the last time he saw Jordan Martin.
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When she left Miller’s Crossing, she
had no idea what she was going to do.
She had $1200 dollars to her name, no job and a bus ticket to Los
Angeles. Luckily, she found a job as a car hop, and met a couple of gals who
needed a roommate. She enrolled in college, taking classes at night. She
originally planned to get a degree and become a photo journalist. Along the
way, one of her teachers introduced her to Gavin Sinclair. He saw her burgeoning talent and offered her
an apprenticeship. Under Gavin’s
tutelage, she became famous both in front of and behind the camera.
Lately, Miller’s Crossing kept
popping into her thoughts. She was doing
a piece featuring a fall clothing line and remembered how beautiful Miller’s
Crossing always looked in the fall with its array of scarlet reds, and golden
yellows. If it remained the same, the backdrop of the old waterwheel at the
mill would be a perfect setting for this shoot.
It was as beautiful as she
remembered. She took some shots and
started making the necessary arrangements.
She planned to ask Eddie and his brother if he wanted to be part of the
shoot. They always needed extras as background for outdoor shoots, and they
might get a kick out of it. At least,
that’s what she told herself.
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She was all nervous and jittery
about her upcoming dinner with Eddie.
She literally didn’t have anything to wear, besides what she’d worn all
day, she only had another outfit and when she put it on she hated the way it
looked and how she felt. This isn’t a date, get a grip. Eddie called, telling
her he was about five minutes away.
She was getting off the elevator as
he walked through the revolving lobby door; her heart did a little
flutter. Striding toward him with the
runway model walk, heads turned in their direction. He didn’t like the attention they were
receiving and quickly ushered her out the door.
Eddie steered her toward his car.
“Let’s take my car.”
“No, we’re taking mine,” he told in
a tone that left no room for negotiation.
“How did your day go after you
left? Did you find what you were looking
for?”
She told him that it was as
beautiful as she remembered, and that she had taken some pictures and arranged
to use Miller’s Creek Old Mill as the backdrop for her photo shoot. She explained the live shots needed to be
completed quickly before the trees lost their leaves, and the colors faded.
“Does that mean you’ll be around for
a while?”
“I’ll leave my car here and fly in
and out. It will be quicker. By the way, would you and Chaz like to be
extras in the shoot?”
“Count me out.”
“Why?”
“I’m not like you Jordan. I don’t like the limelight.”
“You always were a stick in the
mud.”
“Then why did you invite me to
dinner?”
“Maybe it’s because you are a stick
in the mud, know what you want and don’t give in. I meet many simpering fools in this business,
and you are a refreshing change. I like
a take charge man.”
“You didn’t like it when I took
charge the day I put you over my knee.”
“I think I was too young to
appreciate what a great quality that is.”
“I can see where you need to be
reined in once in a while. I’m sorry you
don’t have anybody to help you out,” he told her grinning.
“Are you applying for the job?”
“Maybe, depends on the benefit
package.” She laughed a deep throaty
laugh drawing attention to them.
“You do the job right, and you can
name your own benefit package. I’m good
for it.”
“I bet you are.”
“Would you like to interview for the
position this evening?”
“If I set the rules.”
“We’ll see.”
“No, it’s my way or no way.”
“ooooh.”
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Driving them back from the
restaurant, he took a turn in a different direction.
“You missed the turn back there.”
“Whose driving, you or me?” She felt
a shiver run along her spine at his authoritative tone.
“You,” she told him and he continued
down the road. Minutes later, she knew
where he was headed, she looked at him and smiled. Sure enough, they pulled into a parking spot
close to the lake. He opened her door
and helped her out. He was recreating
that night of long ago. He led her over to an upturned log, pulled her over his
lap. This time, he slid her panties down
to her thighs and rested his very large palm over her rear end for a few
moments enjoying the view. The moonlight played on the whiteness of her
skin. Soon he started painting her bottom another color,
first blush, next a deeper pink, after that red and finally a deep cherry
red. She was panting when he stopped
spanking but she never once cried out.
“Do you need more?”
“I don’t know, do I?” She replied
breathily.
“Yes, and more often, but that will
do for now.”
He gave her one last swat, stood her
up and pulled up her panties. “Let’s
go,” taking her arm and led her to the car.
He drove her to his place. “Do you want to continue this interview?”
“By all means,” she told him.
He led her to his bedroom and told
her to strip. She obeyed without
hesitance and seconds later she was back over his knee, but this time his
fingers strayed now and then and before long she was humming away to the strumming
of his fingers.
