Two Guardians for Little May (12 page)

"I
don't wanna! I hate the corner." She stomped her foot, taking the cue from
Caine to play along.

"Don't
make me come after you," Layton warned, his eyes slightly crinkled at the
corners.

"You're
too old to catch me anyway. I'm gonna go watch TV," May retorted, setting
the challenge in place.

"Take
one more step, and I am getting the spoon."

"You're
not the boss of me," May said, walking boldly towards the den where the
men had set up their big screen TV. She plopped on the sofa and picked up the
remote, turning on the television. Waiting…

"Get
your little bottom over here this instant, Maybelle. I will not tolerate any
lip from you and you know it." Layton frowned from the doorway.

"I'm
watching TV."

"You
have a good licking coming to you, young lady." Layton walked over and
snatched her earlobe. "It will start over my knee."

"No!
Daddy! Help me!" May called out for Caine as Layton wrestled her across
his lap.

"Daddy
is very disappointed in your defiant behavior. He plans on dealing with you as
well."

"Let
me go, you mean old bully."

"That
is not going to happen anytime soon. No little girl of mine," he reached
underneath to unbutton her shorts, "is going to get away with being
disobedient or talking back."

May bit
back a giggle as Layton tugged the material well past the jiggling swells of
her backside and pushed them clear down to her ankles. Her panties followed,
exposing the still pink bottom from their earlier incident next to the lake.
His left hand covered her flesh, with a finger just touching her bared pussy.
May knew that her juices had already started to flow and prayed he would do
something about it very soon.

"There
is no reason to have these getting in the way," Layton announced, while he
grabbed the dangling clothes and tossed them to the floor.

"Gimme
back my pants!" May ordered, falling back easily into 'rebellious' mode.

"You
are acting like such a brat today. I think it's time to spank some of this
defiance out of you," Layton said, lifting his arm high above his head and
bringing his palm down squarely against her left cheek.

"Oh!"
May yelped, feeling the sharp sting radiate outward from the point of impact.
His hand clapped down again, much harder this time, and May jerked as she felt
the searing fire blaze across her right cheek.

"There
are many more to come, my love," Layton said lightly, his large hand
landing a third time, catching the upper part of her thigh and staying in place
for a moment. May held her breath as she felt his fingers graze between the
cleft of her thighs. "I intend to teach you a lesson tonight that you will
never forget."

"I
don't need no lessons. Lemme go!" May struggled against his hold, pleased
to find that he was not loosening his grip.

"You
need plenty of lessons. Let's see what you think about this."

May's
squeals rose as he released a series of twenty fast spanks over the warm flesh
of her bottom, turning it into a lovely hue of rosy red. He paused to lift the
heavy wooden spoon that he had retrieved from the kitchen, and set the cold,
dense wood atop her stinging posterior.

"Little
girls must learn how to mind their elders, and, in my house, that learning
starts with a toasted backside." Layton's tone was firm and commanding,
and May shivered with excitement upon hearing it. He shifted to reinforce her
confinement, and cocked his left knee to raise her bottom higher into the air.
May felt the breeze kiss her pussy and began to squirm uncomfortably, silently
begging for him to begin.

The bowl
of the spoon impacted her left bottom cheek with a loud clap. May yelled out an
unintelligible statement, and the sound resonated through the room. A second
smack bit into her right cheek, and she grabbed his ankle.

"Oh
my God! That fucking hurts! Owie!"

"Cussing
while your bare bottom is under a spoon is not a wise decision." Layton
warned. "Stay where you are and stop the wiggling. We have just begun, and
I intend to continue until I am satisfied that you have received all that you
need to feel safe and secure in our relationship. You are my best girl and I
intend to find a way to make you believe it."

Even in
play, May was ill-prepared for the bolt of discomfort that accompanied the next
four wallops that fell upon both her sit spots in quick succession. She let
loose with another yowl as the spoon smacked rhythmically back and forth over
her darkening mounds. Layton paused to trace the outlines left by the edges of
the implement, and then drew his finger slowly down to her dewy entrance. May's
breath caught in her throat, and she parted her legs slightly to invite the
curious finger to explore her. She felt his cock hardening against her stomach
and twisted her head.

"Make
love to me. Please." Her voice was heavy with lust.

Layton
slid his finger inside her warm slit. "Not yet. Not until I establish that
I am the one in charge here."

"Please,
no more!" May begged, as another six strikes burned unexpectedly into her
backside. She tried to escape the impact of the spoon in earnest now.
"I'll be good! I swear!"

"I
am sure you believe that, baby girl," Layton said kindly, administering
another series of sharp whacks with the back of the spoon to her right side.

May
released a small, choked sob before bursting into true tears. "Stop,
Layton! Please! Stop! I swear, I will be a good girl! I'll do whatever you tell
me to. I'll be perfect!"

Layton
sighed as he recognized the starting sounds of beautiful surrender in May's
voice. He swatted her again with less intensity, and listened for the final
break as she squirmed and twisted under the back of the heavy wooden utensil.
Her whole body shook as the volume rose to a place of uncontrolled weeping.
Layton tossed the spoon to the side and then held her in place. His warm hand
soothed her hot skin, and he rubbed her stinging bottom and the backs of her
soft thighs.

"These
tears are coming from a deeper spot inside than what you are ready to deal
with, darling. Talk to me." Layton cupped her right cheek, and squeezed.
"Please."

"It
hurts," was the blubbering response.

"Yes,
I know it hurts, but certainly not enough to make you cry like this. I did not
spank you hard enough to do more than leave a nice sting. I need you to talk to
me. Now."

When May
did not answer, Layton inhaled deeply before crashing his hand in a single
swipe against the raised peak of her scarlet cheeks. May cried out, grabbing
his jeans as she arched her back from the pain. Layton spanked her again,
leaving his hand upon its impact point, and waited for her to relinquish the
false sense of control.

"I
will keep this up until you either share what is going on in your head or until
my hand gets tired. If it's a matter of wills, I should remind you that my
chosen profession dictates out-stubborning the other side."

"There's
no such word," May panted through her hiccups.

"There
is now," Layton chuckled.

"Please,
let me up. Just hold me."

"Are
you going to talk to me?" Layton asked, pulling her up to look at him.

"Maybe
in a while."

Layton
placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her forehead, then
moved his lips to that tiny spot between her eyes, and pressed them there.
After a moment, his mouth grazed her nose from the bridge to the tip, then
ended at her lips. He pulled away, looked into her face and then crushed his
lips to her mouth.

"My
God," he whispered, his mouth trailing down her cheek and to her neck,
"I'm sorry. I can't stay in a Big role right now. I want you so badly.
What have you done to me?"

May
gasped as his mouth grazed her throat, and she dug her fingers into his
shoulders to keep her balance.

"I
want you, too. Please, Layton. Please take me."

"We
have to wait," he panted, pulling away. He grasped her face again between
his hands and touched his forehead to hers. "I made a promise."

"To
Caine?"

"Yes,"
he kissed her again. "We share the first time. We made the mistake once to
do it differently. It almost destroyed us."

May
stroked his face. "Whatever you two need from me, I'll give you. Anything.
Just…"

"May,
honey, we are both falling head over heels for you. We're the ones who are
terrified that you are going to feel trapped and want to run. Together,"
Layton held her against his chest, "Caine and I are very intense. Very few
women would be able to handle us."

"Will
you give me a chance?" May asked softly. "Is it possible for me to
love both of you equally?"

"You're
such a special woman." Layton kissed the top of her head. "If anyone
can, I believe it's you."

"I
don't want to disappoint you." May's lower lip quivered.

"Just
be the wonderful, mischievous, beautiful person you are. Don't change for
anyone, just for yourself, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now,
young lady," Layton held her at arm's length. "Daddy is upstairs and
wants to have a few words with you. March your bottom right up there and let
him know that I'm down here when he wants me. Also show him that you got a good
spanking."

May's
face slowly broke into a large smile, and she threw her arms around his neck,
kissing his cheek. "I love you, Layton!"

Layton
watched as she raced away, her red bottom glowing like a beacon. "Thanks,
Pop," he raised his eyes, "you found the very thing to fill my heart.
We will do right by her, I promise."

"Daddy?"
May called, tapping on the closed door.

"Come
in, sweetheart. Where are your pants?" Caine said with amusement.

"Layton
was mean and spanked me. Really hard. See?" May turned her back to him,
proudly showing him her bottom.

"Did
you enjoy it?" Caine asked, beckoning to her and patting the edge of his
bed.

"Sort
of," May answered, climbing up next to him. "The spanking was fun
until he made me cry. I don't like to cry, and that's all I ever seem to do
when I'm around you two."

"Do
you think that's a bad thing?" Caine asked, reaching to twirl a stray hair
that had escaped her ponytail.

May
shrugged. "It makes me feel weak. I don't like feeling that way."

"How
did you feel with the type of crying that you did from this spanking?"
Caine slowly took her hair from the ponytail.

"Weird."

"Clarify."

"I
don't know. It was like," May wrinkled her nose, "I was being all
washed out or something. And then he kissed me."

"Did
you enjoy it?"

"Yes,"
May nodded and then wrinkled her brow. "Does it bother you that I liked
it?"

"Not
at all. I'm glad you did. How are you feeling about Layton now?"

"He
wants to keep me," May mumbled, looking down. "It's like something
changed with us. We are real now, if that makes any sense."

"So
he made good on his promise to you, didn't he?"

"Yes,
sir."

"Now
it's my turn. Hold my hand," Caine said, standing. May smiled as she
looked into his blue eyes and slipped her hand into his. She was led into the
bathroom where he had prepared a giant bubble bath.

"Oh!"
Her eyes widened as large as saucers. "Is that for me?"

"Yes,
ma'am. But it is going to be a little different than past bubble baths. May
I?" Caine began, reaching for the edges of her shirt. She nodded and
lifted her arms for him to slip the material over her head. He then reached
behind her to unhook the lacy, white bra and release her pert, pink-tipped
breasts.

"No,
don't look down. You're beautiful, May. My job allows me to see women at their
best and their worst, but each is always beautiful in her own special way.
You," he ran his fingertips along the outsides of her breasts, "are
amazing."

"I'm
so plain and stupid and…"

"Stop
right there. Let me tell you something." Caine grasped both her hands in
his and lifted them overhead. Slowly he turned her around as he spoke.
"This body is a magnificent creation. And your mind is just as beautiful.
Stupidity belongs to those who know, but refuse to use their knowledge. That is
not you."

He stood
in front of her, his hand still holding her wrists high in the air. Caine
stared into her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. "If you ever say
something negative about yourself again, I will be forced to thrash your
backside in a manner that will keep you from sitting for a day or two. I would
really rather do other things with that bottom than paddle it raw." Caine
lowered May's arms. "Am I understood?"

"You
are understood." May whispered.