Monday, July 29, 2013

Red is Her Color

Jillian was speeding along the highway when she passed Rory going the other way.  Her only hope was that he didn’t see her because if he did her ass was going to be royally reddened.  She had been warned over and over not to speed because it was dangerous.  Rory was a Paramedic and too often he saw up close and personal just what happened when speeding was involved.  She had listened to many a lecture about why there were laws and why they should be obeyed. 

She was busy paying attention to her speedometer, too late, but better late than never.  When she looked in her rearview mirror what she saw made her cringe.  Rory was behind her, following a little too close, she thought.  When he saw that she saw him he motioned her to pull over. At the first opportunity she did so and Rory pulled in behind her.  She stayed in the car but rolled down the window.

“Hi, honey.  What are you doing here at this time of day?”  She asked as innocently as possible.

“Don’t even try, Jillian.  I saw you as I passed and you know exactly what I am doing here at this time of day.  You turn this car around and get your butt home and stay there.  We will discuss this later.”

“But, honey, I am supposed to meet Lynda and go to a planning luncheon for the annual bazaar.”

“Did you hear what I said?  You get your butt home and stay there. I don’t give a damn about Lynda or any luncheon.  And you better not be putting your anger into that gas pedal, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she meekly replied.

Rory got back in his truck and as he passed her he motioned her to get going.  She pulled on her seat belt and started the car but first she dialed Lynda to tell her she would not be able to meet her.  She hoped she would get her voicemail so she didn’t have to come up with an excuse.  Rory worked with Jett, Lynda’s husband, so she knew any excuse she used would be useless.  She lucked out Lynda’s voicemail kicked in.

She pulled out carefully and got back on the road.  The closer she got to home the harder her foot hit the gas pedal.  She was just ready to turn off onto their road when she heard the siren, looked into her mirror and saw the Sheriff’s car.

“Damn” she thought.

Matt Hensen stepped out of the car.  He had gone to school with Rory and Jillian.  In a town the size of Cedar Bend, everybody knew everybody. 

“Hey Jillian, going a little fast weren’t you?”

“Was I?, I didn’t notice”. 

“Jillian, you know the speed limit on this section of road slows to 40 around the turn.  I was going 65 just trying to catch up to you after you whizzed by me at Clinton Corners.  I’m going to have to ticket you.”

“Oh, please, can’t you just cut me a break.  I’m almost home and if I get a ticket today Rory will go ballistic.”

“Can’t cut you any more breaks.  You have a reputation for a lead foot and every deputy on staff has cut you a break at least once.  Maybe getting a ticket will get you to slow down.”  

He started to write out the ticket and told her he would do her a favor of saying she was only doing 48 mph instead of the 70 she had to be going.

“Gee, thanks.” She said sarcastically.

“Don’t go all snippy.  I just saved you about $200 in fines, not to mention points on your license”  he said.

“I apologize, it’s just that Rory is so adamant about driving at a safe speed and this ticket is going to really put me in hot water.”

“Sorry about that, but you did it to yourself."  He told her to have a nice day and walked back to his car.  Over his shoulder he said that if she were his wife she would have been in trouble long before now.

Maybe so, Jillian thought, but I bet she wouldn’t be over his knee getting her butt blistered.  Rory was a throwback.  She knew when she married him what she could expect.  He was very up front about it from the beginning and she had agreed.  It never occurred to her how many times she would be spanked. Her daddy had never spanked her and Rory told her he figured that was the problem.   He considered it his duty to correct that problem so she found herself looking at the carpet pattern at least once a week.  Sometimes, even more.  He had to be the prickliest man around .

She was thinking why had she married him and this little voice in her head kept saying because along with being the prickliest man he was also the most desirable guy around.  She drooled over him in high school and when he finally noticed her in senior year she was already a goner.  He was the quarterback of the football team and every girl within fifty miles wanted to date Rory Patrick.  Rory was six feet two, with dark brown hair and baby blue eyes.  He had a football players’ physique then and it had not changed one bit.  He had filled out in all the right places and he still drew female attention wherever he went.  He never seemed to notice the attention but she did and she went out of her way to let them know he was taken.

Rory enlisted in the service after high school and did two tours before coming back to Cedar Bend for good. They broke up many times because of his inflexibility but it never stuck. Being in the service sure didn’t help with that – it had gotten worse.  But she loved him and just couldn’t stay away.  When he returned to Cedar Bend and asked her to either marry him or stay away from him, she agreed to marry him.  That was ten years ago and he was still trying to keep her out of trouble. 

Pulling into the driveway she thought about how much she loved driving her little red Mustang convertible, playing rock n’ roll music with her hair flying in the wind.  If he didn’t want her to speed why did he buy her that car.  He knew what she was like.  It was like dangling a carrot to give her that car and not expect her to speed.  Well today she knew that her tush was going to be as red as that car, especially after he found out about the speeding ticket.

She made sure to make the bed, a real pet peeve of his; pick up the dog poop in the yard, another bugaboo; and made cream puffs, one of his favorites.  Maybe, just maybe if she could change his mood a little he might take it easier on her.  She doubted it but a girl could hope.  Then there was that damn ticket, maybe I won’t mention that until another day, but I have to tell him.  He’ll find out anyway and if he does from someone else, it will be much worse.  Damn, living in a small town can be a pain in the butt, in more ways than one.

Jillian was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top when he came home.  God, she was something.  Thirty-five years old and she still looked like a teenager.  Unfortunately, she acted like one too many times to count.  But she stirred his blood in every way you could think of, always had.  He hated that he had to burn her bottom when what he really wanted to do was carry her up to bed and make mad passionate love to her.  He could tell she was nervous.  He wanted to keep her that way for a while.  He went upstairs, hopped into the shower and changed into cut-off shorts and a tee shirt.  He came back down, went into the kitchen and got a tall, cool drink.  He took it out to where she was and asked her how the rest of her day went.  She really started to squirm now – he knew something was up, something more than him catching her earlier in the day.  He would just wait until she finally couldn’t keep it in anymore and she would spill it out.  A few questions later and sure enough she told him about the speeding ticket.  She saw he was trying to control his anger and started to say she was sorry.  He pushed her away.  That little vein was pulsing in his forehead; she wasn’t afraid of him but afraid for him.  She thought he might explode he was so angry.  He turned and walked away.  Jillian watched him kick the tires on his truck over and over. 

Jillian finally walked into the house and watched out the kitchen window.  When she saw him coming she sat down and waited.  He appeared calmer and when he spoke it was in his usual tone but his speech pattern was a little slower, which was a sure sign of his irritability.

“Jillian, how many times have we gone over this same issue?  I don’t know what to do to make you aware how dangerous speeding can be. I love you and I want you to be around when we’re old.  I don’t want to go out on an accident call some day and find you wrapped around a pole, or overturned in a ditch, it would kill me.”

She had tears running down her cheeks, she had never considered his feelings or concerns in this matter.

“I am so sorry, Rory.   I just don’t think about it, it just feels so good while I’m flying down the road.  I’m so very sorry to cause you such worry.  I’ll do anything you want”.

She stood up, went over to her purse, dug out her keys and handed them to him.

“Keep these until you think I deserve to have them back.”  

He was so surprised by her action.  It almost took the wind out of his sails, but it didn’t lessen his resolve to teach her a lesson.

“I will take these.  It saves me from asking for them.  You will get them back after you’ve taken a defensive driving course.  It will open your eyes and might make an impression on you.  However that doesn’t solve the problem of how you continue to disregard my feelings – so I am still going to wear you out.

With that he told her to go upstairs, he was right behind her.  He told her to lie over the bed and went to his dresser.  He opened the top drawer and took out the paddle and grabbed his belt from the closet.  The strap came down on her behind over and over again.  She didn’t think she could take anymore and cried out.  He stopped for a moment and told her to get up.  He removed her shorts and panties and put her over his knee and picked up the paddle.

“Please, Rory.  No more.  It hurts so bad.”

“An accident would hurt a lot worse, think about this the next time you decide to put the pedal to the metal.”

Her punished tush was already a series of red stripes but he intended to make it even redder.  He paddled her twelve times.  She was a crying mess and her bottom and thighs were the color of her car.  He lifted her up and held her.  She snuggled into his shoulder and stayed there until he picked her up and lay down on the bed next to her.  She continued to sob as he tried to comfort her by gently talking with her, telling her how much he loved her and how he couldn’t bear it if anything happened to her.  She finally quieted as he continued to stroke her hair and face. Her breathing slowed and he realized she had fallen asleep.  He quietly got up and looked down at her. 

My sweet little angel with the red tush, how could he ever live without her he thought as he silently crept out of the room.