Two Guardians for Little May (27 page)

"Both." Layton leaned over to nibble
her neck. May grabbed Caine's arm and struggled to keep on her feet as Layton
bit into her 'magic' spot.

"How did you manage to put these things in
the house without the workers knowing?" May gasped.

"Sri handled that before she joined us.
Check out the rest of the place."

"Can we go swimming?"

"Maybe later."

"I have to pee."

"Then go."

"I'm hungry," May said, running into
the bathroom.

"My palm is starting to itch," Layton
said.

"I'm not a'scared of you," May called
back.

"We might as well break in the toys,"
Layton sighed. He was taking off his shirt as May scampered back into the room.

"Whatcha doing?"

"I'm going to spank my favorite little
girl."

"I'm going to make love to my favorite
woman," Caine said, stripping his shirt off as well.

May swallowed as Layton removed a short cane from
the closet and swished it in the air.

"Do you see that big lounge chair? Bend over
the back."

"We're just playing, right?" May asked
nervously.

"We are unless you've done something naughty
that deserves punishment."

"Nothing more than usual." May chewed
on her lip.

"Then you have nothing to worry about.
Over."

May held her breath as she felt him running the
length of the cane along the seat of her shorts, tapping every so often to
prolong her anxiety.

"Stay perfectly still. I don't want to cane
your thighs accidentally."

May nodded, clenching her fists in anticipation.
The cane popped sharply against her mounds, and she released a hiss. Layton
rubbed her clothed bottom, stepped back and laid the cane again upon her sit
spot. A snap of his wrist sent May writhing.

"Ow!" she yelped, folding to the floor.

"Don't be a baby," he chuckled, pulling
her back up and running his hand along her bottom to rub out the sting.

"But it hurts."

"Canes are wonderful, aren't they?"

"I hate them," May groaned.

"Let's try the split cane," Layton
said, retrieving the five strand rattan rod from the toy closet.

"Let's not and say we did," May groaned
as he pushed her back over the chair.

"Isn't this fun?" Layton asked, tapping
the split cane against her bottom several times before drawing his arm back. He
swiped the rod against her backside, rubbed, and swiped again.

May released a deep breath, relieved that the
split cane did not bite as sharply as the single cane. She looked at him
pleadingly as he gestured for her to drop her pants.

"I want you to bend over again, all the way
and not clench your bottom. Relax," Layton coaxed, rubbing her back and
pushing her over to force her behind into the air.

The slash of the split cane against her bare skin
caused her to reach back, grab her bottom and bounce frantically on the balls
of her feet.
"I love you. Thank you.
I think that's enough!"

"No
way. I'm just getting started," Layton answered with a sadistic laugh. The
cane swished again, the ends spreading as they impacted her curved flesh.

"I
can't decide if that stings or itches. Maybe a little haaard…. OW!"

"Lovely
marks, don't you think, Bro?"

"Beautiful.
Make some more."

"Do
you want to try? There is a three-pronged acrylic cane in there."

"Sure!
Is this it?" Caine picked up a red rod made of three, long, separated
sections.

May
moaned as they stood on either side of her bent body and alternated back and
forth with the canes. She wriggled her bottom, both whimpering and sighing into
the back cushion of the chair, while the thud of the acrylic and the sharpness
of the rattan barraged her senses. May's bottom swayed back and forth, trying
to catch the canes in her favorite spots.

"Look
at those marks. How do you feel?" Caine asked, running his hand over the
slightly raised welts.

"I
love the cane," May moaned.

"Do
that tapping thing, Layton," Caine suggested, as he wiped the cane clean
and placed it back in the closet. "I want to watch her face."

 
"Daddy!" May protested,
watching as he pulled a chair up in front of her and crossed his long legs.

"Not
'daddy' right now." Caine shifted in the chair to adjust his growing cock.
"You are having big girl activities."

"I
don't wanna be a big girl," May grumbled as Layton repositioned her.

"Liar.
You love being a big girl. Close your eyes," Layton ordered, running the
split cane over her flesh. He began to repeatedly strike her with multiple,
nimble strokes, like one would playing a snare drum. They were fast and light,
covering the span of her bottom and down the backs of her thighs.

"That
feels amazing," May groaned, sticking her rump out further.
"Harder."

Layton
increased the intensity without changing the tempo. Over and over again, he
drummed the multi-fingered rod over her flesh, turning it a warm, rosy red. He
focused his placement on the area where her thighs joined to make a 'v' and May
arched her back.

"Don't
stop," she begged.

"Fuck
that." Layton grunted, dropped his pants and, without warning, lunged his
pulsating cock into her from behind. May rolled her eyes, as Layton pounded
away at her pussy, and looked hungrily at Caine.

"Put
your cock in my mouth," she begged. "I want to taste you."

"I'll
take her to the bed," Layton said, scooping May up from behind and placing
her on her hands and knees upon the large bed. Caine crawled over to her head
and lay down backwards with his cock underneath May's mouth. She held him
between her lips as Layton resumed his loving assault upon her sex. Allowing
the natural rhythm of Layton's lunges to move her mouth back and forth around
Caine's throbbing shaft, May rocked between them, her mouth and pussy filled to
the brim with their solid manhood.

"Come,
May," Layton panted, smacking her thigh. "Come with me."

"I'm
there, too," Caine grunted, grabbing May's ponytails like a set of reins.

"Come!" Layton demanded,
smacking her rump sharply as he exploded his seed into her. May moaned as
Caine's juice simultaneously shot into the back of her throat and filled her
mouth with his sweetness. She closed her eyes, gratefully taking every drop
into her being. She felt complete.

After their cocks softened and slid
from her body, the two men stretched out next to her across the big bed.

"You didn't climax,"
Layton commented, petting May's arm.

"That's okay," May
snuggled her back against Caine. "It still felt great."

"We both owe you. Maybe
tonight?" Caine whispered in her ear.

"We'll see. Can I go swimming
now?"

"She's such a romantic,"
Layton groaned, rolling onto his back. "Go on."

"Are you ready to go,
Maybelle?" Layton asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror.

"In a minute," May called
from the bathroom. "Daddy is fixing my hair."

"It would have been done if
you would just stop squirming," Caine scolded.

Layton turned around and peeked in
at his family. May was sitting on a stool with a frown on her face, as Caine
struggled to secure her hair in a messy bun.

"You look adorable,
baby," Layton commented, leaning against the doorframe.

"Thank you," both May and
Caine said at once. They looked at each other and then started to laugh.

"Are you sure you want to go
through with this, honey?" Layton asked.

May nodded, wincing as Caine pulled
her hair. "Auntie Sri promised me that if I went to the trial and
testified how much this guy fucked me up, then I would get a happy
ending."

"Your end is not going to be
happy if you keep talking like that, young lady," Caine scolded.

"I'm not a'scared of
you," May grinned.

"It's an appeals court. You
might not be allowed to speak."

"I know, but I have to trust
in Texas judgment, don't I?"

"True. How are you really
feeling about all this?" Layton asked, touching her cheek before perching
on the edge of the tub.

"A bit flubbergusted."

"Do you mean
flabbergasted?"

"No, Flubbergusted."

"That's a new one.
Explain."

"You know, flustered,
discombobulated, and disgusted. Flubbergusted."

"Of course, I should have
known that," Layton rolled his eyes. "You do know that flubbergusted
is not a real word, May."

"It's a perfectly fine word.
And it's mine." She lifted her chin stubbornly.

"Of course it is," Caine
agreed, patting her shoulder. "All done. Look and see how pretty you
are."

May looked in the mirror. Sri had
suggested that the men play up May's innocent nature and youth, and have her
appear vulnerable and nonintrusive. She wore a knee-length, pale pink dress
with dainty white trim, and simple ballet flat shoes with no socks. Her pale
blond hair was piled on the top of her head, with delicate tendrils hanging
down to frame her face. Her only makeup was watermelon-flavored pink lip gloss.

"She looks like she's
twelve," Layton commented. "It kind of creeps me out a little to be
seen in public like this. I don't want the judges to think we're perverts.
"

"They won't. You know May
won't reveal our relationship to anyone, either. We have to trust Sri and
whatever scheme she is cooking up."

"Has she said anything to you
about it?"

"Nope, not a word. Miss May
knows, but she won't tell."

"Maybe she needs to face the
tickle monster…" Layton threatened.

"No! Don't you dare." May
shook her finger at him as she edged out of his reach.

"We'll have time to play when
we get home. Let's swing by and pick up Sri, and then be on our way."
Caine said solemnly.

Layton shuffled through his papers
as Caine drove to the Wichita Falls County courthouse and the Court of Appeals
for the third man involved in May's assault. The criminal's newest defense was
a claim of provocation and coercion, stating that May had challenged him to
forcefully take her, and that his friends had forced him to perform. There
would be three judges, no jury, and allegedly no new witnesses or evidence.

"I wish I knew why that jerk's
motion to appeal was granted. What he did was cut and dry," Caine said in
a hostile tone.

"He claimed he had been
'traumatized' by his friends and was unable to present the 'truth' of the
occurrence." Sri's tone was solemn.

"You're kidding me.
Seriously?"

"Yes. I'm warning you that
things might turn ugly. We need to convince three judges, not just one, that
his actions were just as harmful as his friends'. Layton, you cannot threaten
to blow his balls off either. I need you to keep your temper in check, no
matter what."

"Will you please tell me what
you are cooking up, woman?"

"Just trust me."

"We do, Sri. How's the house
coming along?" Caine asked, trying to change the subject.

"We are getting all the rooms
and programs in place and will begin accepting applicants in a month. Clara is
amazing. How she finds the energy to do everything she does at her age is
beyond me."

"Are you sure you can handle
all this?" Caine asked. "Some of those girls will be a bit
challenging."

"What I can't handle, Clara
can. We can always call in the headmasters." Sri chuckled. "I am
making certain to include the option of corporal punishment in the contract
agreement."

"Wise decision. I'm sure they
won't push you once they see you mean business."

"Will I be allowed to come
over and meet them?" May asked.

"We'll see. I don't intend to
accept anyone with violent tendencies, but I need to keep an eye out. I
promised your bossy boys I'd protect you," Sri said, as she gestured to
the men in the front seat.

"What have you decided to call
the place?" Layton asked.

"Marshall's Home for Girls. I
thought your dad would be pleased with that. He's always wanted the safe house
to be official."

"I wish we would have known
about it sooner and been allowed to make his dream happen," Caine said
sadly.

"Yes, but if you did, you
would never have met up with me. I would have just been one of many there to
you," May said.

"That is true. I guess
everything happens for a purpose. You know what?" Caine took a quick exit.
"I'm gonna swing by Dairy Queen. Anyone up for some ice cream?"