Two Guardians for Little May (21 page)

"You will do as you are told,
young lady," Layton said from behind her.

May's lip quivered. "But you
belong to me."

"Don't worry your pretty little
head. We have no interest in her like that. She, however, is interested in
you."

"Why me?"

"Because it's been a long time
since she had a little girl to take care of, and she misses it. You are going
to show that you are well-behaved with nice manners, right?"

"Yes, Daddy." May slumped
in a pout.

"Take my hand and I'll show
you inside."

May stared at the elegant setup
within the home, stunned by how deceptive the outward appearance had been. She
followed silently as she was led up the polished wooden stairs to a room at the
end of the hall. Caine pushed the door open and urged her inside.

The white-walled room was decorated
with pink hand-painted roses and vines. All the furnishings were of white
wood—the rocking chair, dresser, desk, day bed and oversized crib. Crib?
May pondered. The bed coverings and curtains were all lacy white, and blossomed
with more embroidered roses. Snowy white throw rugs adorned the dark wood
floors. A breeze from the open window, and the flapping of the light curtains,
jarred May from her preoccupied thoughts.

"What do you think?"
Caine asked from the doorway. Layton stood behind him, watching.

"A crib?" she coughed
out. "Seriously?"

"There is also a changing
table, although I'm not really into the diapering aspect of things," Caine
chuckled. "I wouldn't mind powdering you after a nice bath, though."

"We've been promising you a
real AP adventure since we got you. Sri used to have her own little girl, until
she left her mommy for a daddy. Look in the closet," Layton said.

May held her hand to her mouth,
surveying the contents of the walk-in. From fluffy party dresses to school
uniforms, the closet was packed with every outfit imaginable. On the shelves
were shoes, play outfits and, May shuddered, a stack of pink plastic diapers with
baby mice on them. The far wall held a glass cabinet filled with large plastic
baby bottles, pacifiers, sippy cups, and plates divided into three sections. A
rack holding silver baby spoons was mounted next to it, under which sat a
single four-legged stool covered with a frilly white cushion and a single pink
rose.

"I'm guessing Sri's Little's
name was Rose," May said distastefully. "Why would anyone wear this
stuff?"

"Some little girls like to
dress pretty for tea parties and balls," Caine explained. He tweaked May's
nose. "Not all of them are tomboys."

"I like being a tomboy and not
a sissy girl."

"Actually, I think I would
like to see you dressed up in one of these pretty dresses now and then,"
Layton remarked.

"Like hell I will." May
stomped her foot.

"Starting already? Let me show
you something, sweetheart," Caine said, leading her back out into the
room. He pointed to a large dressing mirror attached to the wall, which was
bordered with more pink roses and vines. "Open that."

"Open what?" May looked at
him with confusion.

"The mirror. There is a little
latch on the right side."

May stepped back as a multi-shelved
unit was revealed. On it was every manner of implement she could conceive of,
including items that she could not distinguish.

Layton let loose a whistle.
"Get a load of that collection. What are those things?"

"It seems like Sri enjoys
playing acupuncturist," Caine chuckled. "She also has a violet
wand."

"What is that for?" May
asked.

"Erotic electro-stimulation is
applied to the nerve endings, especially around the genitals, for sexual
stimulation. I've never played with it personally."

"Can I call this a hard limit?
Please?" May begged, backing away.

"Absolutely. I would never
subject you to something I'm not familiar with, or comfortable using."

"I'm not thrilled about those
needles either." May grimaced.

"Those I might play
with," Caine chuckled.

"I don't think so," May
shook her head. "Hard pass."

"Baby girl, you will do
anything your daddy thinks needs to be done."

"But…"

"Is that how you answer me,
young lady?" Layton asked firmly.

"No, sir." May lowered
her eyes to the ground.

"Let's go check out the river
and have our picnic. Sri won't be here until later this evening," Caine
suggested cheerfully, closing the closet.

"That's a good idea. But
first," Layton pulled up a straight-backed chair from the desk and stood
next to it. "I want to redden your bottom again."

"Why?" May's eyes
widened, taking two steps back.

"Because I feel like it. Take
your jeans down. Hurry now," Layton said.

"This is so unfair," May
grumbled, slowly obeying.

"Very lovely. Now the
panties."

"No, I don't think so."
May shook her head.

"Is she arguing again? Maybe using a belt
will change her mind," Caine said over May's shoulder to Layton.

"Now wait a minute..." May began.

"Maybe it will," Layton said, taking
two steps forward to grab May's wrist and lead her to the bed.

"Nooo..." she begged, "it's okay.
Really."

"Lean over the edge of the bed," Layton ordered, pushing
her gently in the direction of the mattress.

May gulped audibly at the jiggling sounds of Layton unbuckling his
belt and slowly sliding it out of the belt loops. With the hand clutching the
folded leather, he skimmed down her panties and braced his left hand on the
center of her back. May yelped as her face pressed against the fragrant duvet.

She lifted her head as the belt slapped cleanly across the span of
her shapely bottom. Layton ran the cool leather across the bright red stripe,
touching it with his index finger. With a happy sigh, he lifted the strap and
laid it sharply over her flesh once more.

"How are you doing?" he said, once again rubbing the
leather over her bottom.

"You can go harder," May panted, wiggling her bottom.

"Ah, that's my girl." The belt cracked again, and May
lifted one foot slightly off the floor as she gasped. It was not until she put
her foot back down that Layton resumed the calculated strapping. He ripped the
thick leather clean across both her reddening cheeks.

"Oooh!" May gasped, lifting both feet.

"Breathe through it," Layton coaxed, rubbing the
discolored tracks that covered her bottom.

"Gimme a minute," May blew out through pursed lips.

"Do you want a different implement?" Layton asked,
stroking her back.

"No, I like the belt," May giggled. "Don't stop,
just go slow."

"I'm hungry," Caine announced, "You two need to
finish up here so we can eat."

"Ten more?" Layton asked.

"If you insist." May grinned and wiggled again.
"Just not
too
hard."

"We need you to feel it or you won't be happy. I don't want
you to think that I pussied out on you."

"You? A pussy?" May giggled. "Never!"

"That's what you say right now, but if the spanking isn't
hard enough, you won't enjoy it and then I have to hear you whine."

"Go as hard as you want, just please take it slow and give me
a chance to process it, okay?"

 
"Anything you
want, baby."

May groaned, slapping the mattress with her palms after each crack
of the strap, and lifted her feet high in the air. "More!" she
croaked.

The belt dug into her twice more, and May pushed her chest off the
mattress to arch her back sharply. Senseless grunts spilled from her throat.
Again, the belt slashed down across her protruding crowns, and she released a
hiss, once more raising a leg. Layton waited until she lowered her foot to
strap her again. And again. And again.

"The last three are going to be the hardest. Ready?" he
asked.

"Mmm," May said, her body beginning the drift into an
endorphin-filled dream. The strokes no longer hurt; instead, they reminded her
of the type of heavy patting done to a horse's neck. On the final stroke, her
body seized, and May released a loud cry of joyous pleasure. Hands stroked her
bare skin, from the exposed base of her back all the way down to her feet,
helping her release the final shudders of her climax.

She broke out in a fine layer of perspiration, wiping her face
with the back of her sleeve as she slowly dragged her body to an upright
position. She stood on wobbly legs as Layton slid his belt back into his jeans
and buckled it.

"That was amazing," May panted, leaning on Caine.
"I love the belt."

"It's funny how you can take that type of spanking without
whining, but you scream and kick like a baby when you are being punished,"
Caine commented, his hand drifting to her swollen bottom.

"It's all about the headspace," Layton stated, kissing
the top of May's head. "I've never known anyone who can come like you do
from just a spanking. Feel better?"

"Mmm, nap time," May purred, transferring her cuddles to
him.

"Let's go have lunch and spend some time in the river. It
should be nice this time of year. Hopefully, we won't have any
looky-loos," Caine said, walking towards the door.

Layton lifted May in his arms and kissed her. "Yeah, everyone
is back to work and kids are in school, so it should be pretty quiet. We're up
on the high end too, just off a little tributary of the main river line. Most
tubers start off downstream a bit, and won't be within eyeballing range. You
know what that means."

"I might get some two-fer loving?" May giggled.

"You just might. It's been a month for us, too, you know and
I am hornier than hell," Layton commented.

"Watch your language," Caine scolded. "Do you think
she deserves a two-fer?"

"I don't know…" Layton teased, bouncing May in his
strong arms as they ventured outside on the thick, grassy lawn. They walked
along a little stone path to the water's edge, and Layton deposited May in a
wooden bench swing that was hanging from a giant branch.

"I've never been swung before," May said, holding the
chains. "Swing me!"

Caine went behind her and pushed, while Layton set out the picnic.
May's happy laughter echoed off the large, old trees and across the smooth
water. She pouted when called for lunch, and squirmed restlessly throughout the
meal.

"Does your bottom hurt?" Layton asked, as he bit into a
chicken leg.

"No."

"Then settle down. What's wrong with you?"

"I'm horny," May snickered.

"Well, we might as well get this done and over with before
Sri gets here," Caine feigned boredom. "She won't allow any sexual
activity during the time her Little nestles in her role."

"I suppose we can just get it out of the way," Layton
sighed, standing to shed himself of clothing.

May watched hungrily, still disbelieving that she was blessed with
not just one, but two of the hottest men on the planet, who also treated her
like a princess. Caine also removed his clothes and both men stood next to each
other, their tans accenting muscles hardened from riding and daily exercise.
Long, graceful legs and hard thighs, tapered waists, and broad, strong
shoulders marked the Adonic beauty belonging to her two lovers. She closed her
eyes as they quickly divested her of her clothing and began to cover her body
with kisses.

"Let's take her into the river. Grab the
tube and tie the rope to the dock," Layton said thickly, scooping May up
against his chest. Caine quickly obliged and dragged the large, inflated tire
tube behind him as he followed the couple. Layton slowly lowered May into the
warm water and then placed her on the tube, with her bottom dipping into the
water and her arms and legs hanging over the edge.

"How are we going to do anything with this
in the way?" she asked, patting the thick rubber.

"I'm sure we will manage," Layton
chuckled, wading deeper and taking the tube with him. When he was hip deep, he
turned and pulled May off the float. The water came to her neck, and Caine
crouched to kiss her while sweeping his hands against every crevice of her
sweet, wet body. Layton dove under the water, came up through the center of the
tube, and pulled himself to sit on the far edge.

He beckoned. "I want that mouth right
here," he said, shifting his growing cock to a more comfortable position.
"Put her on her tummy over that opposite edge."

"You are so kinky," May giggled,
positioning her body so that her mouth hovered comfortably over his twitching
organ.

"Did I give you permission to taste me? What
a greedy little wench!" Layton exclaimed humorously, as May wrapped her
soft lips around his rod. "Caine, please do that naughty bottom the
honors."