Return To Big Sky
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“No, I don’t think so. That’s a lot.”
“Not really. I’ll spank you all the time and you’ll love it. Once in a while, when you act a fool, you won’t like it one bit. I think you know the difference. Now, you said before you were thinking about what you don’t like. I’d like to hear your thoughts on that, keeping in mind that your objections will be noted but not much will change.”
“May I get out of the corner?”
“No, now talk or we’ll move on.”
“I don’t like being in the corner alone.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t like being put to bed.”
“Good to know.”
“Shit.”
Jed hooked a finger under my chin and turned me to meet his eyes. “Bring Daddy the paddle, Chandler Elise.”
I almost objected, plead, stalled for more time, but the look on his face said, Don’t try it.
I fetched the paddle off the nightstand and returned to the corner, setting the damn thing in Jed’s outstretched hand.
“Lace your fingers behind your head and spread your legs as wide as you can.”
I plead now, with my eyes; my tear filled eyes and my wobbly chin. His countenance communicated complete authority and total trust. I did as I was told.
“When you are in the corner, or when you are over my knee, or in any other way in trouble where I need your attention, I need you to work on the swearing. I don’t mind it most other times; not when you’re being punished. Arch your back and offer me your bare bottom.”
Tears ran down my face as I bent my back in at the waist and pushed my bottom out into the room. I was wet; I could feel it on my thighs. I was also scared and excited and sorry and mad and exhilarated. Jed lifted the sweater to my waist.
Boom!
The paddle caught me across both cheeks, right where I sit. Fuck me harder! “Jed…!”
“Not one word.” He pulled back and swung again. I cried out, and it mattered not. He brought the paddle down a third time and left it pressed against my bottom. I sobbed out my frustration, and much of that frustration was how very, very sorry I felt for myself.
“Unlace your fingers and straighten up. Stand normally. Here, hold your paddle.” I took it from him after I repositioned myself. I wanted to smack him in the head with it, but of course I left that one in my head, where it belonged.
“What are you going to work on while being punished?”
“Swearing.” I sniffed and snuffed and wiped tears with the back of the hand holding the paddle.
“Thank you. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Things you don’t like.”
“Not sure it matters now,” I sniffed.
“It matters to me. Are you sassing, Chandler Elise?”
“No.”
“Then talk. While I’m still allowing it.”
“I don’t like this paddle,” I said with a tone even I didn’t like.
“I imagine you don’t. I’m guessing you’ll like the switch even less, and I’m going to bet the hairbrush and the wooden spoon fall into the same category as that paddle. Don’t disobey me where your safety or health is concerned and you may never see it again. Next?”
“I don’t like being put to bed.”
“Okay.”
“May I ask what ‘okay’ means?”
“It means I heard you. That’s it.”
“Swell.”
“Sass, Chandler.”
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“What else?”
“I don’t like that stool. I don’t like being over your knee while you’re sitting on that thing.”
“Good.”
“Sheesh.”
“Anything else?”
“I didn’t like being over the desk.”
“Impersonal?”
“Yes, maybe that’s it.”
“It’ll happen again. Anything else?”
“Not off the top of my head.”
“A simple yes or no while you’re in the corner, honey. This isn’t play time.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay. May I have the paddle?”
I looked at him with genuine fear, wondering what I’d done. He flexed his hand and I handed it over. He tossed it onto the bed ten feet away. It landed with a thud like it belonged there. Jed stood behind me and lifted the sweater over my head and dropped it to the floor.
“Now, come with me.” Jed took my hand and led me to that God-forsaken stool I’d just told him I hated. He doesn’t listen to me.
“Do not doubt for a second my love for you.”
“I don’t.”
“Good, because I will give you everything you need, and most things you want—always.” Jed sat and pulled me between his knees. “I paddled your bottom for blatant disobedience that got you hurt and almost killed. I think you have a better understanding now about my feelings on the subject of your safety.”
Tears still ran down my face so I simply nodded.
“You asked me earlier if I intended to spank you again. I think you know the answer to that, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“And I think it’s something you need me to do, isn’t it?”
That did it. I belted out a cry and flung myself into his arms. I sobbed, and he let me do it for a while, until he unwrapped my arms from around his neck, swept me up and placed me facedown over his spread knees. Unbalanced, my bottom bumped up and raised for chastisement, Jed spanked my bare bottom, and he did it long and hard. I cried out into that warm, safe room every hurt I’d ever felt, and I let it go. I forgave myself for every decision I made for the sole purpose of hurting another, and I forgave myself for denying myself a true life. Locked in the arms of a man I’d loved forever, I became reborn that night.
It never occurred to me that so much good could come out of challenge and adversity, but I learned otherwise, under the delicious canopy of that big Montana sky.
Life or something like it
In a small town not much changes; buildings that have been right there since the turn of the century get a fresh coat of paint and a new sign, but it’s the same building.
I’d not stepped foot in the Long Branch bar since the day I had a beer and more than one shot of tequila in rebellion against a snot-nosed girl and my insecurities, but I was sitting at that very bar now.
“Where’s the ol’ man?” Billy asked as he wiped the bar in front of me.
“He’s across the street with Jack and Charlie. He’ll be here in a minute.”
“You stayin’ for lunch, honey? You want a table, or will it be family day at the bar?” Billy set a grapefruit juice and club soda in front of me as the door swung open and the tiniest member of the family ran in, little boots clomping on the wood floor and a brand new hat perched on his head.
“You managed another hat out of Daddy, did you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Jack Winthrop Brooks, age four. “This one’s white.”
“White’s for the good guys.” I lifted him up onto a stool next to me and let him order a juice while a familiar heat filled my ear. How did I miss him coming in the door?
“You’re not to lift him, honey. I’ve said it before.” An icy chill ran down my spine as Jed placed his hand on my round tummy where I’d already grown eight months worth of his second child. I’d not made too many disobedient moves where my health or safety were concerned, not since that horrendous day many years ago. True to his word, Jed made good on his promise to strip me naked and flay me every time I did. I wondered if this little error in judgment would warrant the same. Pregnancy never stopped him from meting out discipline when he felt it warranted; the only thing it did was force him to get creative.
Charlie came in next, all smiles at the greetings of well wishers. “Beer, please,” my brother said, snatching Jack off the seat and placing him on his lap. He’d become old enough to make this kind of order less than a week ago, and today was the fifth anniversary of the opening of The Wind Dancer Equine Center. It looked
nothing like the model I’d made or the plans I’d drawn. It was smaller, this one—more intimate. For the first three years, Charlie was a student, under the gentle hand of Doctor David Ross, an amazing equine therapist, and now Charlie was in his third year at Montana State studying the very same. Having him home from college, even for a long weekend, was the best.
Maria and Charlie moved into a rebuilt home on the Culver ranch after Jed and I married. The home looked down from a bluff onto fields, corrals and the equine center. For the last four years, Dr. David Ross and Maria have been spending time together, and she is very happy. We, of course, are happy for her, and for David. He deserved something exciting in his life, and he was learning how to loosen up and laugh with this wonderful, vivacious woman at his side.
I was helped off the high stool at the bar and guided to a table, which I guess Jed decided we needed in order to eat in peace. I passed a table where Ryder McKinney sat with the lovely Brenda McKinney—yes, I did not mumble. This, I saw immediately, was a much better marriage than her first one, for her eyes were rimmed in red and I heard Ryder say, “Keep this up and I won’t even wait ‘til we get home to tan you again; I’ll take you right out to the truck.” Jed saw and heard it, too, and took in the sheer joy on my face.
“There, now,” he said, getting me into my seat. “Happy early birthday, with love from Ryder McKinney.” My birthday wasn’t for another three months, but hearing Ry snatch that girl up by her short hairs and seeing her upset over it gave me the thrill of a lifetime—at least for today.
I looked around the table at my son, my brother and my handsome husband and I thought about Dad. He would have loved this; he would have loved the love and the fun and the hard work we all put into the land he built and adored. I spoke to him often, sitting under the old oak at Grace’s Lake, and I told him of my struggles to become a better me, and about how lucky I was to return home to a man I’d loved all my life, and have him love me back. I thanked my father every day for building such a legacy and leaving it in my care, trusting me to keep it solvent, to make it better, to love it as much as he did, and I strive every day to make that happen.
And most of all, I never pined for the big city, never again planned, drew and modeled a skyscraper, had no need to take meetings with people named Trump or Branson or Zuckerberg or Murdoch. And I never looked east again after my return to Big Sky.
About the Author
Jade Cary
Jade Cary wrote elaborate fantasies in her head from the time she was a small child. She discovered a talent for writing later in life, after careers were had and kids were moving about on their own. She falls in love on a daily basis with her characters, and hopes readers will do the same.
Her first novel, The Point of it All is the story of two people brought together under extraordinary circumstances. An unapologetic alpha hero who will stop at nothing to keep the woman he loves safe, and a strong, intelligent heroine who finds his supercilious, high-handed ways trying at best, find each other as both fight for freedom, independence, and ultimately love.
A Southern California native, her travels to exotic locales inspire rich storytelling, her husband inspires the romance, and her kids inspire the laughs.
Jade lives in Los Angeles with her family.
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