reddened her bottom considerably, but still concentrated several more hard stinging smacks to her beautifully shaped buttocks, each one eliciting another cry and a sob.
When he released her, he grabbed several of those large pillows she called 'decorative,' bunched them up behind his back, and pulled her up onto his chest letting her cry out her frustration. When her sobs settled down to an occasional sniff and hiccup, he drew her up and kissed her.
"Are you ready to let me talk to you now?"
"No!" Josie exclaimed trying to roll away, but he held her firmly to his side.
"Damn it, Hellion, you nearly took a chunk out of me. Look at those teeth marks!" Jack complained.
"Good, you deserved it!" Josie snapped, but she blinked and swallowed when she saw blood seeping through his skin.
"Quit fighting me, Josie," Jack said firmly. "Now, you either calm down and listen or I'm going to figure you haven't learned a lesson yet and start spanking the fire out of you again!
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, couldn't warn you," Jack said bluntly. "This last mission was complicated and dangerous. I don't mind dealing with military missions, at the very least we can calculate and approximate what can or could go wrong. But when you're dealing with idiots who think an assault rifle is power and have no concept of human dignity or the value of life, it's a whole different kind of mission.
"When I came back to Rawlings, I was on medical leave, and I was trying to decide if I was going to re-up or be discharged. I made my decision after we reconnected. I put the paperwork into the Navy to leave the service. Officially it had been stamped approved but it hadn't gone through all the sign-off channels yet.
"When my unit was activated, I was ordered to report for duty. They needed me, but I was neither cleared medically for duty or technically still in the Navy as my request had been approved but not processed yet. I was in a sort of limbo status. But the Navy needed my expertise and my command skills." Jack laughed and shook his head. "It got messy, and trust me, the Navy does not like things to be messy. The result is that I am now officially discharged from the Navy with a full twenty-year retirement. It's been signed, sealed and delivered. They got what they wanted, and I got what I'd already earned several times over."
"I didn't doubt the need for your mission, Jack," Josie complained. "But I've got a major problem with your communication skills. You tore out of here without even saying goodbye. Your Grandfather dying wasn't classified information!"
Jack nodded. "You're right. When I got the phone call about Amos, I was—hell, I don't know what I felt. I couldn't believe it was true. Amos sold his soul to the devil a long time ago, and I guess I thought he was too evil to die. I didn't even see him put in the ground before I was called back to duty."
"Amos was a famous television evangelist," Josie protested. "People loved him."
"Only the idiots that bought into his lies and filled his greedy pockets with donations," Jack admitted. "Anyone that knew the real man had little choice but to despise him. He may have been my grandfather, but there was no love lost between us. He tortured my father, but my father wasn't strong enough to stand up to him. My father was gay, Josie."
"What?" Josie started to sit up, but hissed as her tender backside rubbed against the sheets, and she quickly changed her mind. She yanked the bedspread over to cover her nakedness. "Big Cal was not gay. He was married; he had you. After your mother died, he dated a lot of women—big, sexy women. He liked women, everybody knew he did."
"He pretended to like sexy women. I wasn't blind. I saw the kind of women he ran around with, big tits, brassy hair, and fawning all over him. Hell, he might have liked them, for all I know, but most of it was a sham," Jack said, shaking his head. "My father, Calvin Rawlings, was gay. His marriage and later his charade of loving
When he released her, he grabbed several of those large pillows she called 'decorative,' bunched them up behind his back, and pulled her up onto his chest letting her cry out her frustration. When her sobs settled down to an occasional sniff and hiccup, he drew her up and kissed her.
"Are you ready to let me talk to you now?"
"No!" Josie exclaimed trying to roll away, but he held her firmly to his side.
"Damn it, Hellion, you nearly took a chunk out of me. Look at those teeth marks!" Jack complained.
"Good, you deserved it!" Josie snapped, but she blinked and swallowed when she saw blood seeping through his skin.
"Quit fighting me, Josie," Jack said firmly. "Now, you either calm down and listen or I'm going to figure you haven't learned a lesson yet and start spanking the fire out of you again!
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, couldn't warn you," Jack said bluntly. "This last mission was complicated and dangerous. I don't mind dealing with military missions, at the very least we can calculate and approximate what can or could go wrong. But when you're dealing with idiots who think an assault rifle is power and have no concept of human dignity or the value of life, it's a whole different kind of mission.
"When I came back to Rawlings, I was on medical leave, and I was trying to decide if I was going to re-up or be discharged. I made my decision after we reconnected. I put the paperwork into the Navy to leave the service. Officially it had been stamped approved but it hadn't gone through all the sign-off channels yet.
"When my unit was activated, I was ordered to report for duty. They needed me, but I was neither cleared medically for duty or technically still in the Navy as my request had been approved but not processed yet. I was in a sort of limbo status. But the Navy needed my expertise and my command skills." Jack laughed and shook his head. "It got messy, and trust me, the Navy does not like things to be messy. The result is that I am now officially discharged from the Navy with a full twenty-year retirement. It's been signed, sealed and delivered. They got what they wanted, and I got what I'd already earned several times over."
"I didn't doubt the need for your mission, Jack," Josie complained. "But I've got a major problem with your communication skills. You tore out of here without even saying goodbye. Your Grandfather dying wasn't classified information!"
Jack nodded. "You're right. When I got the phone call about Amos, I was—hell, I don't know what I felt. I couldn't believe it was true. Amos sold his soul to the devil a long time ago, and I guess I thought he was too evil to die. I didn't even see him put in the ground before I was called back to duty."
"Amos was a famous television evangelist," Josie protested. "People loved him."
"Only the idiots that bought into his lies and filled his greedy pockets with donations," Jack admitted. "Anyone that knew the real man had little choice but to despise him. He may have been my grandfather, but there was no love lost between us. He tortured my father, but my father wasn't strong enough to stand up to him. My father was gay, Josie."
"What?" Josie started to sit up, but hissed as her tender backside rubbed against the sheets, and she quickly changed her mind. She yanked the bedspread over to cover her nakedness. "Big Cal was not gay. He was married; he had you. After your mother died, he dated a lot of women—big, sexy women. He liked women, everybody knew he did."
"He pretended to like sexy women. I wasn't blind. I saw the kind of women he ran around with, big tits, brassy hair, and fawning all over him. Hell, he might have liked them, for all I know, but most of it was a sham," Jack said, shaking his head. "My father, Calvin Rawlings, was gay. His marriage and later his charade of loving
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