Clint Eastwood

Chapter 6

Jessie's POV:

6 months later...

I had a show tonight, and I was frantic, as usual. I had my hair and make up done, jewelry on, and my shoes picked out. Our closet was a wreck, and I was close to a nervous breakdown when Brantley walked in. He looked around, looked at me, then pointed to a stool in the corner. "Sit." He rumbled. "But I-" I was cut off. "Now Jessie. Sit." He insisted again. I sighed and sat, my foot tapping impatiently. "I need to finish getting ready or we're gonna be late!" I said a little harsher than I meant to. I was cranky. Really cranky. My period came the week before, and I wasn't comfortable doing anything during it. Brantley said it didn't bother him, but it freaked me out. So today is day 8, with no sex. Considering I was getting it daily, I was a little on edge. "Cool it Jess, we've got time." He rumbled, sorting through the mess in the closet. I groaned loudly and stomped off towards him. "Just let me do it. We're never gonna get there on time." I griped. Brantley growled and grabbed my arm, stopping me mid stomp, and spun me around. Before I could say anything he sat on the stool, turned me over his knee and brought his hand down on my lace covered ass. "What are you doing? Stop that! Don't you dare spank- ohhhh..." My rant trailed off when he brought his hand down again. The sting turning into a pleasant tingle that sent shockwaves through my body. After 7 or 8 more smacks he helped me to my feet. "Spread your legs and brace your hands on my shoulders." He rumbled in that gruff voice I loved so much. I quickly complied and shrieked happily when his hand moved between my thighs.

45 minutes later..

We pulled up to the arena with 15 minutes to spare. After my impromptu spanking and reward earlier, I was in a much better mood. Brantley helped my find something to wear, and all was peaceful again. We made it though security and I was quickly ushered on the stage. My new single "Riser" was flying off the charts, so this was the first song on the set list. The music started and I got into my zone..

He said, lay your pretty head down on my shoulder
You don't have to worry anymore.
This old world is cold and getting colder
And I know how to lock and bolt the door

He's strong enough to hold me through the winter
Mean enough to stare my demons down
The hard times put the shine into the diamond
He won't let that keep us in the ground

He's a riser
He's a get off of the ground, don't run and hider
Pushin' comes to shove
Hey he's a fighter
When darkness comes to town, he's my lighter
A get out aliver, of the fire
Survivor

If we ain't got no money He can make it
And he ain't afraid of working to the bone
When I don't know what I'm doin' I can't fake it
So I smile while he rolls away the stone

He's a riser
He's a get off of the ground, don't run and hider
When pushin' comes to shove
Hey he's a fighter
When darkness comes to town, He's my lighter
A get out aliver, of the fire
Survivor

He's a trier
He's a get down low so He can lift me higher
An army couldn't keep down his desire
Yeah

He's a riser
He's a get off of the ground, don't run and hider
Hey pushin' comes to shove
And baby He's my fighter
When darkness comes to town, Yeah that's my lighter
Get out aliver, of the fire
Survivor, He's a riser

He's a riser
He's a riser
He's  a riser
He's  a riser

I continued through another 6 or 7 songs and waved goodbye to the crowd. As per my usual, the second I spotted Brantley I ran and launched myself at him. The impressive part was he still carried on his conversation as if nothing had happened. Just reached out, caught me, and continued talking. He shifted me to his other arm, and lit a cigarette with his free hand. When I was back on my feet, I kissed his cheek and started gathering my things to go home.

Hey guys, I'm sorry it's been so long between chapters. I'm a little stuck on this one. So feel free to message or comment with anything you'd like to see from Jessie and Brantley. The song above is by Dierks Bentley, I just swapped out a few pronouns. Lol.
~S