Two Guardians for Little May (16 page)

"You are in a boat load of trouble,
Maybelle. Come with me," Layton said, taking her wrist.

"Layton, I was just playing. Ahhh, come
on," May pleaded, stifling a giggle.

"I'm sorry, dear, but you obviously need to
get your bottom tanned. Don't fight me or I will cut a switch."

"That's bad, isn't it?"

"Very bad. Watch your step." Layton
helped her over some logs and led her back to the campsite.

"You found our wayward girl," Caine
observed brightly, pausing from his pitching of the large tent.

"I did. She is going to get a good spanking,
too. Let's see," Layton announced, looking around the area without
releasing his hold on her wrist.

"I don't want a spanking." May said,
pulling against his grip with just enough tension to make him increase the
pressure.

"Then you shouldn't act like a little
monster. Ah, this will work nicely," Layton said, removing a thick paddle
from his pack.

"You planned this!" May accused,
wagging her finger at him as he offered her an evil grin.

"I would never give up the chance to paddle
a willing bottom. Get over here," he ordered, as she managed to slip away
from his grip.

"No way, dude," May backed into a tree.
She shrieked, laughing as he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over
his shoulder. She pounded on his back with her fists and pinched his sides,
"Let me go, you butthead."

"Í will never let you go," Layton
declared.

"Here you go," Caine chuckled,
unfolding a camping chair.

"Most appreciated. Over my knee you go, you
bad girl, you." Layton pushed May's squirming bottom on top of his lap.
"We can't have this in the way now, can we?"

"Nononono! Daddy, save me!" May yelled
out.

"Did you just bite me? Oh, you are gonna get
it good."

May giggled as Layton stripped her quickly of her
overalls and panties. No time was wasted as he smacked his hand rapidly over
the bare, wiggling cheeks of her heart-shaped derrière. She grunted, and tied
Layton's bootlace to the leg of the chair without him noticing. Her actions
were not missed by Caine, who shook his head with a grin.

"Seems that we need to up this spanking just
a notch."

"This is just fine, thank you!" May
mumbled. She rubbed her pelvis into his thigh, trying to relieve the prickly,
and utterly wonderful, fire that was building up in both her bottom and her
pussy.

"I'll be the judge of that." Layton's
paddle was small enough that he could use it while he held her
securely over his knee, and long enough to cover both of her ass cheeks. It
landed across her bottom with a loud splatting sound and May yelped.

"Okay! I get it. That really
hurts."

"You're getting it, all right.
I'm going to turn this backside a nice glowing shade of ruby red. Won't that be
fun?"

"Not for meee. OW!"

"Baloney, you are loving it.
Your sweet little pussy is getting all juicy." Layton laid down a second
stroke, catching the under-curve of her cheeks.

"Stop it," May whined,
shifting to escape the next blow.

"Not yet," he answered,
grabbing her wrist as she reached back. He pinned it to the small of her back
and popped the paddle down harder on her bottom, right in the center, and
followed with another swat right afterwards. He started spanking harder,
faster, holding her firmly in place as she squirmed and writhed in a useless
attempt to free herself from his unyielding grip.

"Layton…" Caine's voice
registered concern.

"Trust me," Layton said
back, popping May a little slower, but with greater intensity.

"Stop it," she whimpered,
her voice muffled in the soft denim of his jeans. She tensed as her body began
to shiver with unexpected pleasure, and then grew limp.

"Her endorphins kicked in.
May?"

"Hmmm?" May cooed, her
body feeling like it was too heavy to move, and yet floating at the same time.

"Wow, she is out. May heard
Caine speak. It sounded like he was miles away. "How did you know?"

"The inner thigh spanking. We
not only have us a little girl, but a bona fide masochist," Layton
chuckled. "The girl of my dreams at last."

"I'm not a masochist. I'm a
pain slut," May murmured, stirring slightly under the warmth of his hand.
"It just feels good after a while. Give me more."

She heard Layton laugh again and
began to doze, loving how the pain changed to fill her body with warmth. She
heard the chuckle, and Layton calling her a brat, when he discovered his
bootlace tied to the chair. She felt her clothing being removed, barely opening
her eyes to acknowledge the two sets of hands upon her lithe body. They laid
her on top of a sleeping bag on the ground and stretched her body over a second
bed roll, elevating her dark, pink bottom in the air.

May lifted her head as the sound of
two belts being pulled from the loops of their jeans caught her attention.

"Doesn't seem quite fair that
she's getting this strapping and can hardly feel it," Layton commented,
holding the buckle in his hand and wrapping the end around his fist several
times. May turned her head to see Caine repeat the action, and put her head
back into the cradle of her arms with a contented sigh.

She felt the edge of the thick
layer touch her flesh and then the sound of it cracking across her distended
posterior. A pained gasp whistled from between her teeth as she raised her head
in protest. A second slash of the belt, delivered by Caine, highlighted the
stripe left by the first.

"Ow!" she murmured.

"You are getting six sets of
the belt for your cussing last night. That's a total of twelve strokes,"
Layton announced, thrashing her again.

"Just twelve?" May
croaked out, curling her toes...

"I see where this is
going," Layton laughed. "Caine, let's give her what she
desires."

"Not too hard!" May
begged.

"This isn't punishment, baby.
It's pleasure."

One after another, the belts fell
sharply across her tender bottom in a solid, uninterrupted rhythm of pain and
sensation. May's body floated, aware of the pain and the impact upon her flesh.
Her reaction—the instinctive need to fight against the very thing that
brought her both agony and joy—was lost somewhere in a sea of
tranquility. Life seemed to drift in this trance-like state. Everything was
magnified—the scents, the sounds, and even the taste of the air around
her. Her body grew numb to the strokes, and sleep began to consume her.

Vaguely, she remembered humming as
Layton carried her to the sandy edge of the lake and lowered her into the tepid
water. She tried to focus on the bright blue sky, but the effort of opening her
eyes was too great. She tilted her face towards the warm sunlight, purring
quietly to herself as the water lapped around her naked body. A hot mouth
attached itself to her breast, while another nibbled the underside of her
wrist.

"So much for having a Little's
day," Caine whispered, bending her legs at the knees and pushing her feet
apart to spread her to his view. "I want this. Now."

"Take her," Layton urged.
"She is ready for you. Aren't you, darling?"

"Mmm, yes." May looked at
them through heavily lidded eyes. Caine had stripped himself of his clothes and
was kneeling in the water between her thighs.
He is beautiful
. May sighed, taking in the view of his hard,
muscular physique.
And he's mine
.
"I feel so lazy. I want to give…"

"You are to do nothing. Just
enjoy us. I, for one, am feeling particularly selfish," Caine said,
leaning forward to kiss her mouth. With one hand, he guided his hard, pulsing
cock to her saturated pussy and pressed against her entrance. May instinctively
lifted her pelvis to invite him inside, groaning as Layton pinched and pulled
at her throbbing nipples.

"I want you to be selfish.
Fuck me. Let me feel what you can do to me," May hissed, lifting her mound
with pleading need. Caine reared back and then pushed, sliding into her like
silk. May gasped, arching her back as she was filled to the hilt with his
large, long member. He paused to allow her muscles to grab at his shaft. She
pressed down on his velvety tool, milking it with her hot, inner walls. She
inhaled as he slowly withdrew, only to ram solidly into her again.

Tiny mews came from the back of
May's throat as Caine's rigid beast rhythmically pounded her pussy. He flipped
onto his back, taking her with him and demanding she ride him like a stallion.
May braced her hands on his sinewy shoulders, her eyes closed as she absorbed
the sensation of being impaled by the steel-hard pole.

She felt pressure upon her bottom
hole, and the gentle press of a thick finger as it entered her. "Take me
there, Layton. Please. I need to know it can be good."

Caine slowed his strokes, burying
his cock inside of her as Layton, now void of clothing, rubbed the glistening
drop of pre-cum against her tiny, winking orifice. Gently, he guided the
swollen tip into its center and waited patiently for her bottom to relax so it
could receive him. He swept his finger to spread the copious fluids from her
occupied cavern to lubricate his stiff rod and pushed with agonizing slowness.
She felt her body open reluctantly to permit the bulbous head past the tight
ring, and stiffened as the sharp pain twanged her ass.

"Slowly," Caine urged,
using the pads of his thumbs to draw firm circles around the nub of her
pulsating clit. "Lean forward, May. Give Layton your hot, red ass to
fuck."

May gasped again as she felt the
thick head penetrate, and make its way into the depth of her bowels. Layton
carefully pulled out a tiny bit and held her firmly by the hips before he
performed a single, powerful plunge and buried his cock all the way inside.

"Yeow! May cried out, her body
feeling stretched.

"Take me in and hold me,"
Layton whispered into her neck. "Squeeze my cock while it's in your ass.
Harder!"

May groaned as he smacked her
tender bottom with his right hand and slammed his manhood forcefully into her
body. Caine, too, began to pump his hungry rod back and forth. May cried out,
overwhelmed by the pressure and sensation of the two cocks that filled her so
completely. She rocked senselessly as she felt them slam one another through
the thin wall that separated them. The brothers rode her, back and forth,
sinking into her before sliding back, only to plummet again with demanding
force. They were two well-oiled pistons, working together to bring her soaring
past the stems of consciousness.

She felt both thicken and throb as
her own body sought the magical world of ecstasy. Her right hand folded over
Caine's, pressing it to urge his thumbs upon her clit to play harder, faster.
With a primal cry, she slammed her body down to join the twin cocks as they
erupted together, spilling steaming hot juice into the depths of her soul.

Layton collapsed against her back,
forcing her down atop Caine's chest. Caine rolled to the side, making May and
Layton slide off of him and sink into the shallow water. May's lovers each put
a protective arm over her, and the three silently rested and listened to the
sound of birds mingling with their own labored breathing.

May squeezed their hands, and two
hot, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. Her bottom burned against the wet sand,
and her well-pleasured cavities felt used and stretched.

"I love you," she
whispered, tightening her grip. "Both of you. So incredibly much."

"We love you, too. Both of
us," Caine wrapped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her over it,
"are committed to you."

"Society won't allow us both
to marry you, so if you want that, you get to choose which one of us to name as
your husband," Layton explained, turning to his right side and folding his
left arm snugly around her slender waist. "Even with that, we are going to
find a way so that we both legally belong to you, and you to us. Are you okay
with that?"

"Am I okay with that?"
May repeated. "I didn't know you wanted me that way."

Layton sat up, his naked chest
dripping trails of water back into the lapping waves. "You are a rare
find, May. One that neither of us are willing to risk losing. Are you having
doubts about being with us?"

When May hesitated, Caine sat up as
well. "Be honest, baby. How are you feeling about all this?"

"I don't know. You guys are a
lot older than I am. What if," she took a deep breath, "you get tired
of me? You enjoy me now, but what happens when I get older? Or gain a billion
pounds? What if you find someone else who is better?"

"That won't happen…"
Caine began.

Layton interrupted, "No, don't
stop her. Those are legitimate questions. We are much older than you, by a good
fourteen years or so. We know what we want, but you might not know what you
want yet. There is no rush, May. You don't need to decide anything right
now."

"It is not how you look that
we find attractive. Yes, you are a beautiful young woman," Caine said.
"Smart, vibrant, kind and a handful of fun. My business brings me women in
every shape, size, race and age—and every one of them holds a beauty that
is uniquely her own. That being said, if you put on a few pounds, it makes no
difference to us. We love you for your heart."