Saved...a Jessie story (M/f)

Saved…a Jessie story (M/f)

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Saved…a Jessie story (M/f)

(This story is dedicated to a special friend, who I didn’t think would be able to pull me out, but did so, and I was surprisingly delighted.)

Jessie stood by the window of the home, looking out. She knew she was waiting for her uncle, but she was sure she’d never met him. Her daddy was supposed to come back for her. Where on earth was he? And why was the home letting her uncle come instead?

There didn’t seem to be answers to any of her questions. But of course, she didn’t dare ask them out loud. She just wondered them in her head.

Jessie looked down at what she was wearing. It was her favorite dress, faded yellow with little white daisies embroidered on the bottom. Each side had a pocket, and Jessie loved to put her hands inside. She didn’t keep anything inside the pockets, but she loved knowing they were there.

She must have fallen asleep on the couch, waiting. The next thing she knew there was a man talking to Mr. Ed. She heard the deep voice say, “She’s adorable!” Jessie tried to open her eyes to see who the deep voice belonged to, but she was just so sleepy. She heard Ed and the man talking some more, but didn’t wake up just yet.

“How old is she now?” Adam asked Ed.

“She’s six. She believes in everything, including that her daddy is coming back.”

Adam frowned. “I wish I could say he was. He hasn’t even gotten in contact with me, and I’m his brother.”

“That’s why we called,” Ed explained. “We didn’t want her staying here for too long this time.”

“This time? What do you mean?”

“Your brother’s done this before. He’s left her here for months, with no explanation, and then just as quickly has breezed back and picked her up again, without any explanation again. It’s gone on for years now.”

Adam cursed under his breath. His older brother could be so irresponsible. Granted, it wasn’t his choice that his wife would die when Jessica was only a few months old. But still, he should be there for his adorable little girl.

“I don’t know what to say,” Adam told Ed.

“I know,” Ed said warmly, putting his arm on Adam’s shoulder. “She’ll be much happier having a real home. We do the best we can. But we can’t substitute for a good, loving home.”

“I want to give that to her,” Adam said. He wasn’t sure how he was going to, but he was going to make up to Jessica, all that his own brother hadn’t done for her. He was going to love her and give her a good home.

Jessie felt like someone was staring at her. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw the sweetest face. A strange man was staring at her, but she wasn’t afraid. He had the kindest blue eyes she had ever seen. Slowly, she sat up and stared at him. He had a baby face, but she knew he was a grown-up. He was very tall, and had dark hair. This man was very handsome, not that it mattered to Jessie; it’d be years before she would understand things like that.

“Hi sweetheart,” Adam said. “I’m your Uncle Adam.”

“Hi,” she said quietly.

Adam sat down next to Jessie, and stroked her long brown hair. “You have beautiful hair,” he told her.

“It’s hard to brush!” she said matter-of-factly.

“I bet! But you do a nice job with it.”

“Mrs. Anita helps me. She takes care of me here, whenever I’m here,” Jessie explained.

Adam nodded. “How would you like to come home with me for awhile?” he asked.

Jessie looked up at him. He looked so nice and kind. “But…”

“But what, honey?”

“My daddy will come back here looking for me,” she said sadly.

Adam’s heart went out to his niece. He tried not to curse his brother again. “I know, sweetie, but then Mr. Ed will tell him you’re with me, and he’ll feel good to know that.”

“And then he’ll come get me at your house?” Jessie asked, her innocent eyes opening up wide.

“Yes, I’m sure he will,” Adam said. He didn’t want to promise this little girl anything that he couldn’t be sure of.

“Okay,” she said. It was that easy for her. “So I gotta listen to you?”

Adam smiled and nodded. “Yes, you do.”

“And you’re gonna take care of me?”

“Yes, I am, sweetie. How does that sound?”

As an answer, Jessie put her little hand in his big hand and stood up. She pointed to her suitcase which was sitting by the door. Adam went and picked it up. Together they said “Good-bye” to Ed and Anita, and went outside into the sunshine.

Adam and Jessie stopped at the hardware store on the way to his house. “I have a guest room that’s a very yucky color green. If you could pick any color, what would you like your room to be painted?”

That was easy. “Yellow,” Jessie said.

“Yellow?” Adam asked surprised. He thought for sure the little girl would pick pink or even a horrid shade of purple.

“Yes, it’s my favorite,” Jessie explained, pointing to her dress.

“Okay, yellow it is,” Adam said, taking her hand after he had parked the car. Together they walked into the store and right over to the paint department. There were many shades of yellow and Jessie picked the one she liked the best. Adam bought the paint, some rollers, a few paintbrushes, a drop cloth, and other supplies they would need.

When they pulled up in front of the house, Jessie’s eyes opened wide. The house was not too big. It was an extended ranch house, but right out front was a tire swing. After they got out, Jessie ran right over to it. Adam smiled as he watched his niece swing on it for a few minutes. “Come on inside, honey.” Adam guided her inside, and upstairs to the guest room. Jessie looked at the walls; her uncle had been right; the color was awful.

Jessie thought for sure that her uncle would hire somebody to come in and paint the room. She was so surprised when he told her to change into play clothes, so they could paint the room themselves. Jessie was so excited. “I’ve never painted on the walls before,” she said excitedly.

Adam helped Jessie out of her pretty dress, and put it somewhere where it would not get dirty. He then helped her change into an old sweatsuit; one that looked as though it should be thrown away anyway. Adam made a mental note to take Jessie shopping for some new clothes.

He then put a drop cloth over all the furniture that he had already moved into the middle of the room. Adam showed Jessie how to put the roller into the pan and spread the paint on the walls. Jessie had so much fun. She painted the bottom half of all four walls, while Adam focused on the top. They didn’t realize how much time had gone by; they were having so much fun. Jessie sang her whole repertoire of songs to her uncle, and he was fascinated by how many she knew. She also had a lovely singing voice, and Adam realized he could listen to her sing for hours.

When Adam took a breath, he looked at the clock and realized it was after five o’clock. They had been painting nearly three hours. “We’d better stop and clean up. It’s almost dinner time,” he told her.

Jessie looked at the walls. They looked so nice. Now she understood why Adam had made them prime the walls with white paint first. The walls were a beautiful yellow. Jessie couldn’t wait to sleep in the room. Her uncle told her she would have to wait a few days for the paint smell to go away, though.

Adam looked at Jessie and laughed. “Your blue sweatsuit is now yellow,” he told her. Jessie looked down and laughed. “Ooops!” she said.

“Come on,” he said, guiding her out of the room. He led her into the bathroom. “Take off your clothes and I’ll give you a bath. You have paint in your hair, too.”

“Okay. Can I have bubbles?”

“Bubbles? Sure,” Adam said. He put on his mental note shopping list to buy real bubble bath as he let the water run over the shampoo. He was surprised to find it made a nice bubble bath anyway.

“Okay, hop in,” he told her.

Jessie sunk down into the bath water. “Ahh, it feels so nice,” she told him. “I had to take showers at the home. They don’t have a bathtub there.”

Adam didn’t comment. It still made him angry that his brother would find a place like that to leave Jessie for months at a time. He didn’t even know that orphanages existed anymore. He was shocked when he got the phone call about her the day before; they had never called before. He was just glad that he had nothing going on in his life right now that would conflict with caring for his niece.

Adam watched her play, making another mental note to buy some bath toys. Adam never realized how many things a kid needed. He would have to ask some of his old high school buddies who were married with kids, what other sorts of things he would need to buy.

Jessie was having so much fun. At one point, she reached under water and splashed her uncle. He laughed and she smiled. Her own daddy might have scolded her for doing that, but her uncle didn’t. “You’re a cool adult,” she told him.

Adam smiled. “Well I try and remember what it was like to be a kid myself,” he said, thinking it wasn’t that long ago that he WAS a kid.

“Most grown-ups scold kids for splashing,” Jessie said matter-of-factly.

Adam wondered if she were referring to his brother. He just shrugged. “Besides splashing is fine as long as we don’t get the floor too wet.”

“Why?” Jessie asked. “Don’t it need to get cleaned?”

Adam overlooked her grammar and stated, “Yes, but then we would mop the floor with clean water, not dirty paint water,” he said smiling. While she was still playing with the bubbles, Adam decided this was a good time to wash her hair. He poured the shampoo into his hand and lathered up her hair.

She was good about the ‘pour the water over her head’ part and didn’t even cry. He then took a washcloth and soaped it up before scrubbing her arms and legs. He had to work extra hard to get all the yellow paint off her hands.

Adam put more soap on the washcloth and started to gently wash her back and chest. “Stand up, please, so I can get the rest of you.” Jessie was a good girl and did as her uncle told her. He washed her bottom and between her legs. “Sit back down so you can wash the soap off,” he told her.

“I need more bubbles, Uncle,” she said.

Adam complied and poured more bubbles into the tub. Jessie put her hand in and splashed hard. “Hey, be careful now,” he said. “You don’t want to flood the whole room.”

Jessie laughed. “Maybe I do,” she said. “That would be fun.”

“No, sweetie, getting the floor wet with you still in the tub could be dangerous. A wet floor is very slippery and you could easily fall and hurt yourself,” Adam cautioned.

Jessie frowned. “Grownups always have dumb rules like that.”

“They aren’t dumb, sweetie. They are there to protect you.”

“Well I don’t like rules,” Jessie stated. She was getting cranky and Adam noticed her fingers were starting to prune.

“Come on, let’s get you out of there and into some nice warm clothes.”

But instead Jessie played some more and splashed her uncle.

“Jessica! No more splashing!” he scolded.

Jessie splashed Adam again; hoping to get him to stop lecturing her and smile again, but all she got him was soaking wet.

Adam stared at Jessie. “Did you just deliberately disobey me?” he asked.

Jessie wasn’t sure what that meant, but didn’t think it was anything good. “I’m cold!” she whined. “I wanna get out.”

“Oh, you’re getting out all right,” Adam said, pulling off his shirt. He threw it into the hamper. He grabbed a fluffy towel, which he noticed, just happened to be yellow and put it around his niece. He tried to calm down while he toweled her dry.

Jessie made a mad face at her uncle. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m not liking this whiny, cranky Jessie at all.” Jessie folded her arms across her chest. Adam couldn’t help but smile. Even though she was cranky, she was still adorable.

“Why are you smiling?” she whined.

“Because you’re very cute,” Adam told her.

But Jessie didn’t want to be cute. When Adam had his back to her, she took the wet washcloth out of the tub and threw it at him. All you could hear was a loud “SPLACK” as it hit her uncle right in the chest, just as he turned around again.

“JESSICA LYNN!” he shouted.

Jessie jumped. She didn’t even know her uncle knew her full name. She bit her lip as she looked at the floor. Even if she didn’t already think it, she knew for sure she was in big trouble now.

Adam took the washcloth off of him and put it in the tub. He turned his niece around and gave her one loud SMACK on her still partly wet bottom. “Owww!” she cried.

“That was completely unnecessary, young lady,” he said. He led her out of the bathroom and into his room where her suitcase lay. He found a long t-shirt and put it over her head. Then he led her to the corner. “I want you to stand here for a few minutes while I clean up the bathroom. And young lady, I want you to think about what you did wrong, and why I’m going to punish you.”

Jessie stood quietly in the corner. She hadn’t known why she had misbehaved. Adam knew, of course. She was testing him. She wanted to find out what would happen if she misbehaved. She would find out; that was for sure.

Adam took deep breaths as he went about cleaning up the bathroom. First he noticed a pool of water on the floor. He laid her towel down to soak it up. Then he wrung out his shirt and hung it over the shower curtain to dry. He pulled the plug and let the water out. He rinsed the bubbles out of the tub and stood back to survey everything. The floor would dry; he surmised, no harm done. But there was one thing left to take care of.

Walking quietly into his bedroom, he saw his young niece still standing in the corner. He didn’t notice the small stuffed bunny in her hands, until he had gotten closer. “He’s a cute little fellow. What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have a name,” Jessie said. “I just call him ‘Bunny’.”

Adam nodded. “He really should have his very own name, you know.”

“I know. I just haven’t thought of a good one yet,” Jessie said sadly. She looked up at Adam. “I’m in trouble, huh?”

Adam nodded. “Yes, you are. First you disobeyed me by splashing after I asked you to stop. Then you got mad and threw the wet washcloth at me. That wasn’t very nice of you,” he said gently.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Adam,” Jessie said, sadly.

He nodded again. Then he went and sat down on the edge of his bed. “Come here, please,” he told her.

Jessie walked slowly over to her uncle. “Are you gonna spank me?” she asked.

Adam said, “Yes, I am. Did your daddy spank you when you misbehaved?”

“Uh huh. He spanked me hard. Are you going to spank me hard?”

“Tell me what you did wrong,” he said instead.

“I splashed you when you told me not to, and I threw the washcloth at you,” she said, starting to cry. “I’m sorry, Uncle.”

“I’m sorry, too, Jessica, because I certainly didn’t want to have to spank you your very first night in my house.”

Jessie didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing. Adam leaned down and pulled Jessie over his lap. She whimpered, but she didn’t try to hide her bottom with her hands. Adam was impressed by that. He rubbed her bottom for a minute, and then he raised his hand. He brought it down on her bare bottom, flicking his wrist and alternating cheeks.

{Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!}

Jessie jumped at the first spank. It had been awhile since she had had a spanking, let alone one this hard. “Owwwwww, nooooooo!” she cried.

But her uncle kept spanking. {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!}

{Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!}

The little girl started to kick her feet and scream. “Stopppp, I don’t wanna spanking!” she cried.

“I’m sorry, but you have no choice, little girl. I will not tolerate you disobeying me. Do you understand me?”

{Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!}

“Owwwww, stoppppp, I won’t do it again!” she was squirming to avoid her uncle’s hand, but he held her in place. He hadn’t yet heard what he was waiting for.

“You do not splash after you’ve been told not to, and you certainly will not throw things at me because you are angry or cranky. Is that understood?”

{Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!}

“Yessssssssssirrrrrrr, I’m sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!” Jessie sobbed.

That was what Adam was waiting for. He knew now that his sore little niece was truly sorry for what she had done. He finished up with a few smacks to her sit spot. Then he gently rubbed her bottom while she sobbed and calmed down.

After another minute, Adam gently picked Jessie up and set her in his lap, kneeling, so that her bottom did not touch his legs. She put her arms around his neck and sobbed on his shoulder. He rubbed her back and bottom and said soothing things to her until she regained control.

She sniffed and pulled away from her grasp, staring into his face. He was smiling now, and looked very concerned. “Are you all right?” he asked.

Jessie nodded her head. “Are you still mad at me?”

“I was never mad. I was disappointed in your behavior, but you’ve been punished and are forgiven.”

Jessie sniffled and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Adam reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wiped away her tears. He held the tissue to her nose. “Blow, Jessie.”

Jessie blew her nose into the tissue. Adam smiled, wiped again, and then threw the tissue into the waste basket. He settled her back into his lap, and she put her head back against his chest. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“I know, honey. It’s okay. This is how kids learn.”

“That’s what my daddy always said, too. I miss him.”

Adam felt sad; he didn’t know what to say. “I know you do, honey. But I’m here for you now, and I will take care of you for as long as you need me to. Okay?”

Jessie smiled as she looked up at his boyish face. “Okay.”

They sat that way for a long time, until Adam heard Jessie’s stomach growling. “How ‘bout we go rustle up some dinner now?” he said.

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

Adam helped Jessie stand up and found some pajama bottoms. “Do you want panties?” he asked. She shook her head no, and he helped her step into the pj’s.

“Can Bunny come too?” Jessie asked.

“Sure he can,” Adam answered.

They walked down to the kitchen, hand in hand; paw in hand.

The end.