He was, after all, doing me a service. He wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for people like me who couldn’t for whatever reason drive for the moment.
Why… he was my employee.
I sat a little straighter in my seat. That’s right! Push me around? No way, José! I was driving this peace train!
My stop approached and I put my hand to the button.
“Don’t!” came the warning growl.
I met his eyes in the rearview mirror and pushed the button fifteen times in a row with great relish.
The bus came to a screeching halt and the bus driver shot out of his seat.
“That does it!”
“It certainly does!” I yelled at his approaching figure.
“Get off!”
“But… my stop is a little ways up.”
“Get off my bus now!”
“I won’t!”
“You will!”
“I won’t and you can’t make me. I have a bus pass!” I waved the pass triumphantly under his bulbous nose.
“I am revoking your bus pass!” he said, snatching the pass from my fingers.
“You can’t do that!” I cried.
“Watch me,” he said, marching back up the bus aisle with my card in hand.
I followed quickly behind him and gasped when he sat in his seat and pulled a pair of scissors from the console.
“You can’t!”
“I can.” He smiled an evil little smile as the scissors opened over my poor defenseless bus pass.
Snip!
And just like that, my bus pass was a thing of the past.
I didn’t think—I just reacted. Funny how good your fist can feel smashing into another person’s nose. Well, technically it only feels good for a millisecond, then it hurts like hell. But for that millisecond it felt really good and I felt vindicated even when my hand started throbbing.
I had given a blow for the freedom of bus riders everywhere! I was on a high of personal power.
At least I was until the police got there. Did you know it’s a crime to punch a member of the transit authority? Neither did I.
The policeman who cuffed me said I’d get one phone call when I got to the station. I weighed the odds that Landon would be so glad to hear from me unexpectedly that he’d overlook where I was calling from.
They weren’t good. Not good at all.
* * *
I sat miserably on the little cot in my cell. I was a jailbird, a felon, a con, it was terrible! I cringed inwardly as I thought of my brief conversation with Landon.
“You’re where?”
“It wasn’t really my fault, Landon! Well… technically I suppose it was my fault, I did hit him, but he deserved it! I was provoked and I think I broke my hand.”
“That all leads me back to the question I asked. Repeat for me again where you are.”
I took a deep breath. “IntheDallasjail.”
I heard him take his own deep breath and could picture him counting, which was never a good sign.
“Did I mention I think my hand is broken?”
“Several times. Sit tight while you can. I’m on my way.”
So I sat on my miserable little cot and took in the scenery. Bars, bars, bars, and more bars, along with a tiny cot and a nasty little toilet. If you could even call it a toilet; it didn’t have a lid!
I eyed the grody little pot and decided I wouldn’t go to the bathroom again until I was ninety-nine years old.
I wished I had a harmonica. According to every movie I’d ever seen, jailbirds were required to play one. I wondered how long it would take me to learn.
Then the cell door opened and Landon came in, fixing me with a fierce glare, and I promptly burst into tears.
He heaved a long-suffering sigh, then opened his arms to me. I rushed into them and burrowed my face in his chest.
“It was awful! They put handcuffs on me and brought me back here to this dingy little cell in chains! My hand hurts so bad! And just look at that toilet!” I finished with a wail, pointing at the offending object.
Landon lifted my black and blue hand so he could get a good look at it, shaking his head. “Whatever possessed you to punch the bus driver?”
“He cut up my bus pass!”
“Why?” He pinned me with his relentless cop stare. I hate that stare.
“I only pushed the little ding-I-want-to-get-off button a few times. Then he went all Psycho Scary Bus Driver.”
“Mmmmm…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I was beginning to get a little indignant. I was, after all, the injured party.
Well, one of them anyway!
“It means mmmm… funny how different the bus driver’s version is. To hear him tell, it you’ve been deliberately annoying and rude every time you got on his bus.”
“I have not! I tried and tried to be friendly to him. I smiled and said hello. Only to have my every effort at niceness rebuffed! Then he yelled at me and told me not to ever touch the button again. It was my right as a bus passenger to push that button. So I did. Yes, I might have done it a few more times than necessary, but it was all in the name of freedom for bus passengers the world over!”
“I’m beginning to see what happened… I think.”
The officer who had walked Landon back to my cell looked at him curiously. “Is she always like this?”
“What do you mean am I always like this? What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you that a good spanking won’t cure, young lady. You go sit down on that cot and wait while I get this mess straightened out.”
“Landon! I can’t believe you…”
He sent me on my way by turning me and delivering a sharp smack to the seat of my skirt.
Embarrassed beyond belief, I did as I was told without another word.
After what seemed like an eternity later, the jail officer was back. He opened the cell and led me down to the main part of the station where Landon waited.
I ran to Landon’s side. “Do I get to go home?”
“Yes, the transit system said they’d drop all the charges if you promised never to set foot on one of their buses again. I assured them that would be no problem and that you wouldn’t be able to sit to ride a bus for some time to come.”
“You did not say that!”
Landon laughed. “No, I didn’t. I just said that you would never darken their door again. I didn’t feel the need to share the other, even though it’s true.”
My uninjured hand crept back to protect my posterior. “But Landon…”
“We can finish discussing it when we get home.”
“But…”
“Not now, Shannon.”
It was a miserable ride home. My bruised hand was throbbing and Landon wasn’t talking. He’d rebuffed every attempt I made at conversation.
The minute we walked through the doors, Landon turned to me. “Go get the brush.”
“But Landon, my hand hurts so bad.”
“I’ll take care of that too. Go get the brush, Shannon.”
When I brought back the brush, I soon learned what Landon meant about taking care of my hand.
In no time flat I was over his knee with my bottom bare and my hand plunged into the bucket of ice water he’d placed so thoughtfully at his feet for me.
Soon I was trying to decide which sting was worse: The one the ice was shooting through my hand or the one Landon’s hand was putting into my posterior.
When I thought I couldn’t stand another swat from his hand, the brush reminded me that I preferred his hand.
It wasn’t long before the heat in my seat won out over the sting in my hand and I was howling over his knee and promising to never hit anyone again, never to set foot on a bus of any kind, and never to push another button as long as I lived.
Even Landon’s!
Then I was cuddled close to his chest being cosseted and comforted.
“I’m sorry, Landon. I shouldn’t have been so mean to t
he bus driver and I know I shouldn’t have hit him.”
Landon grinned against my hair. “I’d have never in a million years thought you’d get in a fist fight with anyone. Much less a bus driver.”
“It wasn’t exactly a fist fight, Landon.”
“No.” His voice turned serious and he tipped my face so I had to look into his eyes. “It could have been though. What if he had decided to hit you back?”
I flushed. “I don’t know.”
“You could have been hurt very badly. Promise me you’ll never do anything like that again.”
“I promise.”
Landon shifted me to sit on the couch and then placed the bucket next to my injured hand. “I’ll be right back… soak your hand.”
The rough fabric of the couch abraded my tender backside and for a moment I eyed the bucket closely. If the mouth had been a few inches wider, I might have taken my hand out and used the bucket to soothe the hot sting in my bottom.
Landon came back with a towel and an Ace bandage, then tenderly wrapped my hand and wrist. “That should take care of that. You’ll be good as new in a few days.”
I smiled up at him appreciatively, then frowned. “How do I get to work now?”
My hopes of having my car back plummeted with his next words.
“I guess you’re afoot.”
“Afoot? As in walking!?”
Now that would strike terror into the heart of anyone!
Especially if they are used to moving at a speed of more than five miles an hour!
To Foot or Not to Foot
“Yeeeooooooooooowwwwwww!” I started awake when a large hard palm connected none too gently with my backside.
I sat up in bed, protecting my posterior from further insult, and glared at Landon. “What was that for?”
Landon glared at me from his side of the bed. “I just had a nightmare. Or I could call it a Shannon-mare.”
“You’re blaming me for a dream?”
He looked at me suspiciously. “It had your style and flair for trouble. It was very realistic.”
I crossed my arms across my chest and sent him my most displeased look. I’ve worked very hard to perfect it! “For goodness sake, don’t keep me in suspense! What did I do?”
“Well, you left for work walking and hitched a ride with the Boston Strangler.”
“Landon! Really, I’d never do that. Besides, the Boston Strangler is dead.”
“That’s beside the point!”
“There’s a point?”
“Don’t get smart with me, young lady.”
I sighed. “Landon, I know dreams can seem very real, but get a grip. It’s three a.m. and one of us has to walk to work tomorrow.”
I scootched back down in bed and flipped over on my side, snuggling back into the covers. On an afterthought, I flipped to my back and shot a glare in Landon’s direction.
Sheesh, I get in enough trouble on my own without having to worry about the ‘Dream Shannon.’
“Absolutely not!”
I sat up at Landon’s fierce bellow. “Absolutely not what?”
“You are not walking and that’s final!”
Did the man expect me to argue?
“Okay, that’s fine, but how am I supposed to get to work?”
“I’ll take you and Tracey comes back this way, see if she’ll drop you off at night. Tell her I’ll pay half her gas.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Landon?”
“What?”
“Can we go back to sleep now? I promise I will never get in the car with anyone who looks like Tony Curtis.”
“Real funny, Shannon.”
I laughed and hugged him tight. “It was just a bad dream, baby. Go back to sleep.”
Landon finally held me close, but I swear he gave me another suspicious look before pulling me over his knee.
“What are you doing?” I cried out in alarm.
“I’ve decided you need to make this up to me,” Landon said, as he stroked a hand over the naked flesh of my bottom and lower back.
Moaning, I rocked my bottom against the erection pressing insistently into my belly; suddenly sleep was the last thing on my mind.
His hand began to slap down on my bottom with no discernable rhythm, spanking me a few times and then stroking the heated flesh until I was writhing over his lap and trying to rub my clit against his knee.
“None of that, young lady, I’m not convinced you’re properly contrite yet.” Landon pulled my thighs wide open as he continued to pepper my bottom with hard smacks while my hips undulated in response.
Soon his fingers began to play between my thighs, expertly bringing me to the brink but not letting me go over it, again and again.
“Landon!” I wailed when he lifted me off his lap and put me back in the bed.
He grinned wolfishly at me as he sat back against the headboard, his stiff cock standing proud in his lap. “I said you could make it up to me, baby.”
I eagerly crawled to his side of the bed and leaned down to take the tip of his erection into my mouth. I licked all around the plum-shaped head like it was my favorite sucker, then greedily took it all the way inside my mouth and hummed around it as I sucked hard.
Soon Landon grabbed me by the hair and began to thrust himself down my throat. I swallowed around him as he hit the back of my throat, wringing a groan from him.
“So good, baby… so good,” Landon growled before pulling me off him and lifting me to straddle his lap.
Our lips met in a hungry kiss as I impaled myself on his waiting shaft, sinking down until I felt his balls pressing against my opening.
We both groaned at the depth of our joining, Landon’s fingers gripping my sore ass tightly as he rocked me up and down on his shaft.
Then he slammed me down hard and held me in place as he ground himself up into me, the head of his cock rubbing deliciously against my cervix. We came together, holding each other tight as we shuddered in release.
Landon lay down on the bed, pulling me close to cradle me against his chest. “Thank you, baby. I needed that.”
I yelped when his hand clapped off my bottom hard one more time. “Remember, I’m watching you,” he said before closing his eyes, snoring before I could even react to the swat.
I shook my head, then snuggled close. What did I ever do?
Great Aunt Gert
Christmas was almost upon us. It was a time for sharing love and laughter with the ones I cared about. It was a time for singing, pretty lights, and holiday treats.
It was a time for Great Aunt Gertrude.
I sighed as I thought of Christmas Day. It should be a wonderfully exciting day. As Landon’s new wife, I was getting to make my very first Christmas dinner. Hosting his family and mine in our home.
I love cooking and entertaining so it should have been a joyous prospect, but all I could think about was Great Aunt Gertrude.
Where does one begin to explain Gertrude? When James, Landon’s dad, was ten, his parents had died and Gertrude had leaped in to raise him as her own. She pampered and spoiled James shamelessly; she’d done the same for Landon when he came along. James and Landon both adored her.
As far as Gertrude was concerned, nothing was too good for her boys; unfortunately in her opinion, the women that her boys had chosen fell short of the mark.
To put it bluntly, sweet adoring Great Aunt Gertrude became hell on wheels when it came to my mother-in-law Helen and myself.
I knew exactly what would happen once she stepped into my humble abode. I’d seen her do it with Helen on countless occasions.
She would walk in the door and sniff as if she’d caught a whiff of something horrendous, then shake her head sadly as she took off her hat. She’d leave her white gloves on long enough to run a finger along the tops of a few doorframes and exclaim at the dust. Then she’d make comments about my choice of home décor.
I couldn’t wait to hear what she would have to say about my Ch
ristmas dinner.
So there I sat, sighing morosely, as I pored over cookbooks looking for a Gert-proof recipe. Quite frankly, I wished I could serve old Gert up a plate of dirt, complete with worms!
“Honey, what are you doing?”
I glared at Landon. Why did he have to have a great Aunt Gertrude? “I’m trying to find something to prepare for Christmas dinner that her exalted highness won’t be able to find fault with.”
“She’s not that bad, Shannon. I don’t know why you don’t like Aunt Gertie; she’s one of the sweetest women I know.”
“Whatever you say, dear.” The eye roll was truly beyond my control.
“You will be nice to Aunt Gertie, Shannon.”
“Well, of course I will, Landon. I hardly planned to give her a swift kick when she came in the door!”
“You know very well what I mean, young lady. You will be nice.”
“I’m always nice. Ask anyone.”
Landon smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. “I will agree that you’re nice most of the time, but you have your moments, and if you have one with Aunt Gertie, I will be having a moment with your backside. Capeesh?”
“Yes, master. I hear and obey.”
He laughed and ruffled my hair on his way out of the kitchen. “Nut.”
I sighed once again and made a decision to be nice to the old bat if it killed me.
* * *
Christmas with the family went pretty much as I had envisioned. My family, James, and Helen were wonderful. They couldn’t compliment my turkey and dressing enough.
Gert was another story. “Shannon dear, you really will have to give me your secret for such a dry white meat… dear, how did you do it? I’ve never been able to get my dressing to turn out this salty… how much sugar did you use in these yams?”
I took it all with a sweet brave smile. Helen and my sister both gave me commiserating pats on the arm and followed one of Gert’s barbed comments with a compliment.
Have I mentioned how much I love my sister and mother-in-law?
My family had to make a quick exit to get to my sister’s in-laws’ festivities. So I was left with Landon’s parents and Attila the Gert.
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