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ANNIE & JACE

by Leigh Smith


Chapter One

Annie Dixon stepped from the kitchen to get a coke. The lunch crowd over, she thanked the Lord and hoped the rest of the afternoon would be slow. Meat loaf Tuesday's were always busy and she needed a break, her feet were killing her. As she walked to the dispenser she heard the jingle of the bell over the door signaling that another customer had entered. She looked up and quickly looked down.


She had met him years ago when she was just 18 and he was 22. She'd been visiting her sister in Dallas and supposedly out for a night of fun at a street festival instead of going to Pickin' Pete's Bar and Grill. Under age and with a false ID in the name Clovis Gentry, and false courage from the tequila, she had flirted and carried on with every man and boy at the club. She'd been about to get herself into real trouble when she'd stepped outside with someone interested in more than just flirting. He wasn't taking no for an answer and she'd been fighting him off like a tomcat when Jace McCall had come to her rescue. He had stepped between the two…


"I don't think the lady wants what you're offering."

"Who the hell are you and what business is it of yours?" came the surly reply.

"It doesn't matter whether it's my business. The lady isn't interested in what you're offering. Now go back to whatever rock you climbed out from and leave her alone."

The guy pulled back his arm and was about to deliver his fist into Jace's face when a well-placed kick from 'Clovis' ended the confrontation. The big jerk immediately had something else to do with his hands. Doubled over and grabbing his precious jewels, he swore at them as Jace led her away.

Jace knew that she'd had one too many tequilas because he'd spotted her the minute she walked into the club. She was a looker, way too big for her britches, who thought she was God's gift to men. Someone needed to take her in hand before she got into big trouble. He wasn't looking forward to babysitting anyone and that's what she needed so he'd stayed away, but when he'd seen her leaving with that idiot, he knew that he had to do something. So here he was, arguing with her about how she was going to get home.

"Do you have someone to drive you home?" he asked.

"I can drive myself."

"I don't think so; you're far too drunk to get behind the wheel."

Annie was not about to let somebody tell her what to do, let alone another macho cowboy. She started digging into her purse for her keys. He grabbed for her keys, spilling the contents of her purse onto the ground. Jace confiscated her keys and put them in his pocket for safekeeping. He apologized and helped her pick up the remaining items, dropping them back into her purse. He ushered her back into the bar, sat her down and ordered some coffee. He pushed the mug in front of her and told her to drink.

"I don't drink coffee," she told him.

"Drink the coffee!" he told her in an authoritative voice. She pushed the mug away.

"Girl, I've taken about all the nonsense I'm going to take from you. Now you either drink the coffee or I'm going to take you over my knee and spank that spunky little bottom of yours right here."

"You wouldn't dare. You touch me and I'm calling the police."

"I would dare, now drink the damn coffee."

"No!" He pulled her across his hip and spanked her bottom six times amid her hoots and hollers. People reacted to the commotion by doing some hooting and hollering of their own, enjoying the show and urging him to continue the spanking. He let her up. "Now go ahead and call the police." She sputtered and spewed, but didn't use her phone, nor did she drink the coffee.

Jace scowled at her, but refused to leave her side. He collected her jacket, took her by the arm and pulled her to his truck. People applauded as they went by. He opened his door, slid her across the seat and buckled her seat belt. He was afraid if he let her in on the passenger side, she would bolt before he got around to his side. He drove to the address that she gave only to find it was a grocery store.

"What's your real address?" She didn't open her mouth.

"Girl, speak up or you'll be back over my knee."

Silence.

"Listen, little girl, I'll pull over if you don't give me that address now!"

In a meek voice, he heard, "Pushover11171 Chapman."

"Pushover11171 Chapman where?"

"North Dallas."

He drove up to a one-story ranch house in suburban Dallas. The minute he shut off the engine she jumped out of the car and ran to the door. She was at the door and almost inside when he caught her. At the door stood a gal, looking much like 'Clovis', with a tall fellow standing beside her.

"Where have you been? We were worried sick."

"She's been at Pickin' Pete's. It's a club downtown."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Jace McCall, and I took care that she got home in one piece."

"Thank you, Jace McCall. She's only 18 years old, and my parents would never forgive me if anything happened to Annie while she was staying here with me. I'm Cathy Price, and this is my husband, Dick."

"Annie, huh. Well, she has ID stating she is Clovis Gentry and old enough to drink. I felt she'd had a little too much to drink, and after an incident decided to see her home myself. Here are her keys and the car is at the club."

"Well, we can't thank you enough, Jace Mc Call. Dick and I would like you to join us for dinner tomorrow as a thank you. Does a home-cooked meal appeal to you?"

"You bet."


When Jace arrived for dinner the following evening, a different Annie Wilson answered the door. Wearing an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, a short denim skirt and cowboy boots, she looked fresh-faced and much more appealing than she had the night before. Her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, swished as she walked. He couldn't help but notice the cute little butt he had spanked last night, but she looked even younger than her eighteen years and he shook off the thoughts going through his head.

The home-cooked meal, a real treat for Jace, tasted delicious, and he enjoyed the enlightening conversation. Annie acted like the teenager she was. Her conduct had much to do with her brother-in-law who, with her father's permission, had taken her in hand the previous evening. Cathy said that Annie had received a paddling, and Jace watched the color creep up into Annie's face. "Of course," Cathy continued, "she was lucky because if she had been home, Daddy would have paddled her bare bottom instead of just over her clothing. Daddy always punished us bare bottom." The longer the conversation continued, the further Annie faded into the woodwork, and Jace felt embarrassed for her.

After dinner, Annie took the dishes to the kitchen, and Jace offered to help. He wanted to tell Annie not to be embarrassed about the spanking and that he had received his fair share of spankings too. Alone in the kitchen, her attitude changed completely - no more sweet girl.

"It's all your fault, Mr. Clean. If you had minded your business, none of this would have happened."

"Obviously, you still don't realize how irresponsible you behaved, and how badly it could have ended. Instead of getting your bottom spanked, you could have ended up beaten, raped or even killed. For that matter, you could have hurt or killed someone driving in your impaired state."

"I can take care of myself."

"Yes, I saw what a good job you were doing in the parking lot. You were lucky I came along."

"Well, I'm grounded during my visit here, and Cathy confiscated my false ID, so I guess I'm safe for a while."

"That's good, because obviously the paddling didn't instill any sense into you."

"Please," she said, and rolled her eyes at him.

At this point, Jace had to leave the kitchen before he took her back over his knee. This girl needed a damn good spanking, probably more than one. He wouldn't mind taking on the chore of making her see the error of her ways, but she was way too young. He hoped she'd make it to twenty-one before getting into any more trouble, but he had serious doubts.

Jace rejoined Cathy and Dick in the living room, thanked them for the dinner and took his leave.

"Come say good-by to Jace," Cathy yelled into the kitchen.

Annie, quite the little actor, had turned back into the sweet girl he had met earlier in the evening. "Thank you so much for everything. Hope I see you again." She reached up to kiss his cheek and whispered, "Never."

He snickered and it was all he could do to keep his hand from swatting her backside.

"Good night all." He walked to his truck and hoped he did come across Annie Wilson sometime down the line once she had grown up. He had a thing or two he would like to teach spunky Ms. Wilson.


Chapter Two

Annie Wilson left her sister's earlier than planned. If she couldn't go out, she might as well go home to Shelbyville. She'd grown up in Shelbyville, a small town north of Oklahoma City and south of NoWhere. The town supported the surrounding ranches and small didn't begin to describe how small it was. If you wanted to do any shopping, you had to drive into Oklahoma City. It was a nice place to grow up, but once you were a teenager it was boring as hell. At least it seemed that way for Annie Wilson. She had no wish to go to college the way Cathy had, and there wasn't much in the way of career work except what revolved around ranching or agricultural endeavors, neither of which appealed to Annie.

When she had graduated high school, her daddy had given her three choices - go to school, get a job elsewhere or work for him on the ranch. She'd intended to find a job on her trip to Dallas, but when she proved herself too irresponsible to be on her own, her daddy nixed that deal, and so she'd ended up back in Shelbyville. He had her doing all sorts of work, from mucking out stalls to working on ranch accounts, until she found something else.


Duke Wilson, a former rodeo cowboy, had settled in Shelbyville after his rodeo career. He'd met Juana on one of his rodeo stops, and began a passionate love affair that continued to this day. They'd married on a stop in Las Vegas six weeks after they'd met. When they grew tired of traveling the circuit, they'd bought their ranch in Shelbyville with money he had made while rodeoing. They'd started small, worked hard and were now one of the larger, more successful ranches in the area. Duke had always hoped for boys but instead God had blessed him with two girls. Cathy, who was all girl and never gave her parents a lick of trouble, and Annie, on the other hand, a tomboy in every sense of the word, and never out of trouble. She'd inherited her free spirit from her mother and her toughness from her father.

Annie, a beautiful girl, took after her mamma. Tall and willowy, with that tawny skin and jet-black hair that spoke of her Native American heritage, turned many an eye in her direction.



© Leigh Smith
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