Skylar's Guardians (23 page)

To her horror, Troy produced an enormous white suppository, similar to the one Leannz had made for her headache, but at least two inches wide at the base and a good eight inches long.
How the hell will I be able to take that whole thing?
She stared mutely, trying to forget that when aroused, she could take the men, who were even larger than the monstrous plug.

She was not aroused now, that was for certain. She trembled as Troy rolled his thumb over the tip of the cone to smooth it, remembering his suggestion about ‘figging.’ He also had a slender black harness which she suspected would be responsible for keeping the wicked suppository in place before it worked its way into her body. She had no doubt that she would be spending quite a lot of time in the cleansing room once the suppository migrated through her and that she would be feeling it as it exited as much as upon its entry.

She cursed every author of erotica in existence, suspecting that her favorite, Breanna Hayse, was the one who was responsible for giving the boys the ideas for her upcoming punishment. She hoped that one day the author would get to experience the product of her own imagination.
That would teach you, wouldn’t it!
Skylar fumed.
As soon as I can, you will get a strongly worded email from me, Ms. Hayse!

“What are you thinking about, Skylar?” Tralec sat across from her, running his fingers across a long, slender blue stick that he held in his hands.

“How much I loathe every writer in my library, especially the ones who talk about age-play and anal punishments.”

“So, you’re projecting your anger to people who used to entertain you?”

“Yes, sir. I am not happy with how it backfired on me.”

“Take responsibility for your behavior. The manuals simply gave us some alternative ideas to grounding you.” He flicked the stick in the air, the distinctive swishing sound making Skylar shudder. A ‘proper switching’ would be given by him as a means to demonstrate his disapproval of her childish, humiliating behavior. This would be followed by a ‘thorough bottom-warming’ by Troy. She was not permitted to offer any more explanations for her actions or try to defend her choices. If she did, the entire punishment would be brought to witness before Leeza and Leannz. Skylar shivered again, noticing that the room temperature was chillier than normal. The damn biodrone knew that punishment laid upon a cold bottom would be at least ten times more painful!

“Bend forward and touch your toes, Skylar,” Troy ordered, the waxy herculean conical mass held in his gloved right hand, confirming her fear that it contained a substance that would cause discomfort to an accidentally touched eye or mouth. Skylar slowly obeyed and stretched her tied wrists toward the floor. “Spread your legs. Wider. Get those hands to the floor.”

Skylar felt blood rush to her head as she splayed her legs open, embarrassment filling every pore. They had seen her naked and knew every inch intimately, but this was different. To be put into a crude position so that an item the size of… of a Goodyear blimp could be forced up her ass was downright sadistic.
Where the hell did they learn such terrible things?
Oh yeah, the ‘manuals.’
She felt his hands run across the hills of her buttocks and down the backs of her legs, caressing her soft skin with tenderness just before he swung his arm and clapped his palm with an unyielding smack across the center of her backside.

Skylar fell forward, unprepared for the onslaught of spanks besetting her posterior. She yelped out his name with a choke in her voice, but Troy paid her no mind as he pulled her back to position and anchored her shoulder against his hip. Skylar immediately began to regret her foolishness as he prepared her bottom to accept the waxy invader. She wept openly as she felt him firmly press the long cone into the protesting entrance, easing it in slowly enough so he would not cause her damage, but at the same time making her acutely aware of just how large and unyielding he could be.

“Papa, I am so sorry,” she cried out as he lifted her feet from the floor while grimly continuing to insert the slippery plug. “I swear, I won’t ever act like that again.”

“I am sure you will not after today, little one,” Troy said with a seriousness that Skylar had not heard from him before. “This will be a lesson that none of us will forget any time soon.”

“It hurts so baaaad!” Skylar cried. “It is starting to burn. Papa, please stop. I promise I’ll be a good girl forever!” Her yowling increased as the wide base of the suppository was worked past her rim and was swallowed with a pop inside of her body. Silently, Troy placed her back on her feet and secured the harness snugly around her waist and up between her cheeks, ensuring that the substance would not be released prematurely. Skylar began to dance around painfully as the biting juice caused a burning sensation inside of her. She knew she looked ridiculous, trying to fan away the pain, but she did not care. It was agonizing.

Skylar was given several minutes to adjust to the stiffness of the internal device before Tralec stood up and stepped in front of her. With red eyes, she looked up at him pleadingly. There was no mistaking the sadness on his handsome face. A sadness she had brought to him.

“Daddy, I am so sorry. Please, forgive me,” she begged, clinging to his hand.

“I am sorry too, but this is a lesson you must learn so that this behavior will never be repeated. You need to understand the severity of the situation, Skylar. Had you behaved that way with just us, this punishment would not have been as severe. Instead, you chose to act in this manner before two of the most respected people in our nation. Two women whom no one would challenge or disobey.”

“I didn’t know they were so important, I swear! Daddy, please listen…”

“There is a time and place to be defensive. You have made this behavior a way of life for yourself, and you must find a way to change it. Vulnerability and trust are vital if you wish to live here and be happy.”

“But they…”

“I have already warned you about trying to make excuses for bad behavior. I have heard enough, young lady. Put your hands on your ankles and present your bottom to me.”

“I can’t,” she wept. “They are tied and…”

Tralec sighed as he untied her hands. He then stepped back and crossed his arms, waiting for her to obey. Skylar trembled as she bent forward and gripped her ankles with shaking fingers. She did not attempt to hold back her outburst as the first stroke of his switch crossed her backside, sending a flash of blinding heat over her flesh. Skylar discovered immediately that the pain of the suppository increased if she tensed her muscles, causing cramping to her insides and an intense burning to her bottom hole. She honestly did not know which she hated most. The switch cut into her tender skin again, and Skylar found herself desperately wishing that she had just done what she was supposed to in the first place and had avoided all this.

Tralec’s switch was lethally effective as it concentrated on the area where it would be felt the most when she sat, that delicate region where her bottom met her thigh. Thin, raised welts were painted over her flesh and rapidly grew into angry ridges that resembled a picket fence.

“Daaaaddy,” she howled, crumbling on the floor and clutching her bottom with both hands. “Enough! I can’t take any more.”

“You will receive a final six strokes of this switch, and each one will remind you how disappointed we are in how you behaved. Stand up and start counting.”

“Nooooo,” she bawled. “Don’t make me!”

Tralec tapped his foot and waited patiently for her to obey him. When she failed to rise, he lifted her from the floor with a single arm and bent her across his left knee, which he had propped on the edge of a low tabletop. He wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her still, lifted the switch, and swooshed it down, this time landing along the backs of her tender thighs. Skylar screamed out her pain and began to kick.

“I told you to stay put. Must I be forced to double this?” Tralec asked firmly. “You have five more coming to you, and I expect you to stay in place for them or I will start all over.”

White-hot pain seared through her as the switch branded her sit spots in five swift and remarkably accurate strokes. She crumbled to the floor again, her face buried in the carpet as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“We are almost done,” Tralec said softly, lifting her by the arm and pulling her behind him to where Troy sat. Barely able to walk and blinded with tears, Skylar numbly followed as she tried desperately to catch her breath. By then, the suppository had worked its way further inside of her, and she felt her tummy tightening with objection.

“I wish I did not have to do this, little one, but you disappointed me,” Troy said, easing her across his lap and positioning her bottom high in the air. He released a loud sigh before he began a delivery of the fastest, hardest spanking Skylar could have ever imagined. His hand was relentless and unmerciful as he spanked the defiance right out of her. She had no time to react to the pain, and her breath was captured in her throat as she froze in a voiceless scream. She could not kick or squirm as she was rendered motionless by the unyielding fall of his heavy hand.

Then it was over. Skylar’s body was stiff and protested vehemently against every move as feeling returned in blazing fury to her bottom, magnified by the internal invader. Her loud weeping was heard throughout the apartment as she lay limply across Troy’s thighs, aware only of his hand resting on the small of her back as he surveyed the condition of her red, swollen bottom and thighs.

“Don’t make me do that again, Skylar.” His voice was choked. Skylar did not have to look at him to know his gills were a dull blue.

“Go kneel in the corner until we call you. No rubbing your bottom,” Tralec said softly, stroking his hand down the side of her red face as he pulled her off Troy’s lap. His gills were also a dull blue, and Skylar’s heart sank, realizing how much pain she had caused these wonderful, gentle, and caring men. Men who had come to her rescue time and time again without concern for their own safety. Men who took her into their home and gave her a chance to be loved and happy, despite not knowing her true nature. Men who risked their own reputation by bringing her back to a world that was free of the ugliness seen in her own.

Skylar wanted to be angry with them for the pain she felt, but she could not. She deserved the punishment. She had known better how to behave and had chosen to be defiant. Shame burned through her as deeply as the horrid ‘medicine,’ and she made the conscious choice to accept responsibility for her actions. She could not undo the damage she may have caused, but she would certainly do her best to prove to them, and their community, that she could make them proud. They deserved that much… and so did she.

“Skylar, come to us,” Tralec said, hearing the sound of repentance in her muffled cries.

Facing the floor, she obeyed and stood before them. She tried not to fidget uncomfortably as she resisted reaching behind to soothe her burning skin.

“What did you learn today?”

Skylar hiccupped through her entire recitation. Without making excuses or shifting blame, she shared her thoughts and insights with them, again deeply apologizing and offering whatever was needed to prove her repentance, including presenting before Leeza and Leannz personally and making amends for her behavior.

“Let’s go then,” Troy said, standing and walking straight to the door.

Skylar stared at him through swollen eyes. Taking a deep breath, she hobbled over to him and accepted his outstretched hand. Tralec draped a blanket over her shoulders from behind, earning a grateful smile. He kissed her forehead.

“The covering is because you did not put up a fuss about being disrobed when Papa called you to the door. That proved you were willing to trust us.”

“If I can’t trust you, I can’t trust anyone. Daddy,” Skylar said contritely, “you’re right in that it’s time I put aside my defenses and learn to be vulnerable.”

“It will take time, but it is a beginning, baby,” Tralec said gently.

“Papa? Are you still angry with me?” Skylar timidly asked the quiet man.

“I am not certain how I feel right now, honey. I need to process some conflicts I am experiencing,” Troy answered honestly.

“Oh.” Skylar faced the floor.

Troy squeezed her tiny hand in his. “Just because I might still be unhappy with your behavior does not mean that I am unhappy being with you. Your presence in my life has awoken feelings that I did not know existed, and I need to find an appropriate means of approaching them.”

“I’m sorry I brought so much turmoil to you,” Skylar said, her heart twisting as much as her abdomen.

“I’m not. When we arrive, we will have Leannz relieve you of the insert,” he stated. “There is no reason to leave it in place. I think you have paid your dues.”

“But…” She shrank at the dark look. He must think her to be either very stupid or a horribly slow learner! “Yes, sir. Thank you. Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll try my best to listen.”

“Good girl. Here we are,” Troy said, buzzing in the notification of their arrival.

“Come in! How are you this fine day?” Leeza asked. “Child? You look… ill.”

Skylar glanced at Tralec and Troy before answering. “I just got a very severe spanking and have that suppository in me as a punishment for how badly I behaved with you. I’m sorry, Auntie Leeza. Please forgive me. I… I want you and Auntie Leannz to be part of my life. You two are the moms I never had, and I need you.” There, she said it!

Leeza smiled and beckoned, engulfing the tiny girl in her long arms.

“I don’t know what being a ‘mom’ is like, but I promise to learn just for you. May I look at your wounds? I have never seen the results of this punishment.”

Skylar reddened as she turned around and lifted the blanket. A warm hand ran over her cheeks. “This is amazing. Our flesh does not change color if struck. What is this called?”

“Bruising,” Tralec said, patting his knee. Skylar stifled a groan as she lay face down over it. “It is the results of broken capillaries and accumulation of her blood at the surface. Our skin cuticle is too thick for that to occur.”