Layton held her firmly against his torso as she shook uncontrollably with fright, and rocked her soothingly.
"I know you had a horrible experience with that, and I would never force you to do anything that would distress you, but I want you to trust me. Please," Layton said, holding her chin in his hand and turning her face to his. He kissed her mouth. "Just try. Nothing more."
"Will it make you happy?" May's voice trembled as she tried to slow her breathing.
"Seeing you receive pleasure will make me happy. I just don't want you to deny yourself something that you might enjoy because of fear."
"Neither of us want you to ever do anything you don't feel at ease with, especially with the intention of appeasing our desires. I can be clinical in this exam if it makes you more comfortable, but I still need to check you out," Caine added, using his 'professional' voice.
May looked back and forth between the two and felt her heart melt. She wanted to make them happy; she truly did. She was also tired of the fear that paralyzed her life-long fantasies. What would they think of her if they could read her mind?
"Okay, I'll try. Do whatever you think might help me stop being so afraid. I'm tired of living with it. I need to be free. It's just so hard to let go of the feelings."
"I know it is. You enjoyed your pelvic exam, right?" Caine asked. May nodded timidly. "Do you want me to make this one just as pleasurable?"
"Can you?"
"Definitely. I just need you to relax and try not to fight me."
"I'll try," May whispered, nuzzling her cheek against Layton's kisses.
"That's my good girl. Lean back some more and push your bottom closer to me."
"Put your blindfold back on," Layton said, helping her with the mask. "I'll help you get through this. My instincts tell me that you'll really get off on this."
"Don't hold your breath," May answered bitterly. A wave of anxiety flowed through her, and she stiffened as Caine's hand touched her legs. "Do you really have to do this?"
"Yes, ma'am. I really have to do this." Caine rested his hands on either side of her pussy, the warmth of his palms helping her relax the muscles of her thighs. "Are you ready, baby?"
"No."
"I'm going to apply some lubricant and help you soften up a bit." He ignored her answer as he gently spread her bottom cheeks apart, exposing the small pucker of her bottom hole to the air. The flat surface of his gloved thumb rubbed up and down her rosy opening, pressing slightly as he circled around the delicate ridge.
"She's trying to close her legs," Caine said to Layton.
"I can stop that. Open up, sweetie," Layton said, smacking the inside of May's thighs.
"Ow!" she protested. "I'm doing it, damn it. Cut it out."
"That's two spankings for cussing now," Layton said, biting gently upon her neck.
"I guess you missed the one that popped out when I came." May forced a smile.
"You little pain slut. I love it. Three then."
"Promises, promises," May sighed, trying to distract herself from Caine's exploration of her visible tissues. "Can you do it again? Smack my thighs?"
Layton obliged, leaving bright pink hand-marks on the white skin. "Feels good, doesn't it? You like getting your thighs spanked, don't you?"
"Fuck, yeah."
"That's four. I think we need to use the belt next time, don't you?"
"Maybe…"
"Wider, please. Lay her back more," Caine instructed. He sighed as May clenched her anus tightly, unwilling to give in to the sensation of the miniature massage around it. "This is not working."
"Sounds like you are just going to have to go to the next step, Bro," Layton said. "I'll hold her."
"What are you going to do?"
"You just hush up now, little one. Caine has a special trick that will win you over in a heartbeat."
May tensed as an index finger replaced his thumb, and traced its way ever so lightly around the rim of her asshole, grazing the edges and ripples of her flesh. She felt him draw some moisture down from her pussy and then slide it back and forth on the taut, smooth bridge of skin between her twin openings.
"Breathe, Maybelle. You're doing well, my girl," Caine whispered. He continued to stroke the insides of May's thighs and the roundness of her hips and bottom. "Breathe," he coaxed. May bucked as she felt something soft and warm touch her open sex and move its way down to her quivering pucker.
"How does that feel?" Layton asked, lazily circling her breasts with his fingers. He moved his hands over the top of her stomach and spread her pussy lips to allow Caine to work his tongue back up to her exposed clit.
May dug her nails into Layton's legs as Caine alternatively sucked on her clit and licked the fragile tissue of her ass. Her breathing became staggered and erratic, and she was unable to resist the urge to push her widely spread body gingerly forward to meet his mouth.
"Do you like this?" Layton asked.
May hummed, tilting her body towards Caine's mouth. "More."
"You're so greedy," Layton chuckled, smacking her inner thigh sharply as Caine feasted upon her clit while continuing to play with her bottom.
"I'm going to start pushing my finger into you now," Caine announced. "Did you hear me? I'm going to put my finger into your ass." His voice was firm, but even, and May felt her heart race. "Are you ready? I need to see your face. Take off the blindfold."
May opened her mouth, but no sound escaped. Caine looked directly into her eyes and repeated his statement. This time, he left out the question. He was going to penetrate her asshole and she had no choice. It was decided.
The tip of his finger pushed into the center of her anxiously awaiting anus, and she felt her muscles pulse in anticipation as the intruder entered. Slowly. Gently.
"Relax, baby," Caine reminded her. "Look at me."
May drew in a raspy breath, unable to break the hypnotic trace of his gaze. His eyes pierced into her soul as deeply as his finger penetrated her rectum. A tingling warmth was growing, spreading out from his probing finger. Almost without thinking, May pressed her body towards that intrusion, instinctively bearing down, swallowing it a little more inside her rectum.
Caine added a second finger into her tight anus, and placed his thumb on May's clit. He entered her ass in tiny increments, while shifting his thumb to enter her increasingly wet, open womanhood. Layton's fingers played against her nub, encouraging May to invite Caine's fingers for more. The twin rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, coupled with the increasingly insistent teasing upon her clit, loosened her resistance in both her ass and in her mind. Instinctively, she slipped a hand over her breast and began to rub and pinch her nipple. She could feel the streaming juice from her pussy drip down the crack of her ass as Caine continued to open it wider.
"Talk to me, Maybelle. How does that feel?" Caine asked quietly.
"It...it feels good," May moaned.
"It does, doesn't it? You just have to know the right way to touch these special little places," Caine said, his finger just about an inch deep within her. "You're still tight. No hurry. We have all the time in the world."
"I'm jealous," Layton announced lightly, "I wish it were me fucking that beautiful little ass with my finger. Or better yet, my cock. She's stunning."
"You'll get your chance. She is doing fabulously." Caine pumped his slick finger in and out to the same point, gliding over the slippery, hard sphincter muscle. "We are in all the way and, if I'm not mistaken, our little girl here is begging for more. Aren't you, May?"
May groaned and squirmed her response to his question. One hand gripped Layton's arm, while the other pulled harder on her own nipple. She lifted her face, first noticing the mirror propped on Caine's dresser. Layton was staring into it as well. Bent sharply at the knees, with her ankles held apart and pushed outwards by Layton's feet, her shapely splayed legs glowed with a pale iridescence against the background of Layton's dark shirt and slacks. His deeply tanned hand manipulated her glistening white pussy, while C
aine's purple gloved finger disappeared into her small, pink hole. She saw Layton smile in the mirror and lifted her gaze to look into the eyes of his reflection.
"Can you see how beautiful you are?" he asked. "Don't look away. Watch."
May felt like an onlooker as Caine's finger moved slowly in and out of her wrinkled ring, stretching it patiently. It pulsed with each thrust, and May watched as her buttocks contracted and then relaxed with her arousal. Her breathing became more labored, and sweat broke out over her body. How could she tell him that she wanted more?
"May?" Caine's voice lured her back to reality, "May, honey, bear down on my fingers and let me go further into you."
May obeyed, unable to refuse his request. She could only bear down for a second before her muscles closed tightly around Caine's digits. His lube-wet fingers slid easily past the ring of muscles and, unable to go any deeper, came to rest fully inside her rectum.
"Ohhh!" May blew out a breath of air, momentarily tensing.
"You are so tight. Layton, you are going to love this little ass. She's primed for this, we just need to take it slowly. You are such a good girl," Caine praised, as he moved his fingers within her, stretching her wider without plunging. With his fingers locked in her ass, Caine's lips brushed the sensitive, velvety flesh of the back of her knee, and trailed his lips up her inner thigh towards her groin, occasionally nipping at the tender skin.
"I want to see you come. Show me how you touch yourself. Give me your hand."
"I can't." May hesitated. "It's too embarrassing."
"Layton? If you would please help her to obey," Caine requested.
"Ow!" May squirmed to escape Layton's heavy hand, which clapped loudly on the insides of her legs. She felt Caine's fingers reach even deeper into her and she groaned, her head dizzy with lust.
"You like that a little too much, Miss Maybelle," Layton chuckled, as she wriggled against him. "I'll spank you more later if you like, but right now, you'd best listen up."
"You're so mean," May grumbled, dropping her hand towards her sopping pussy. It was snatched up by Caine and firmly guided to her clit. May traced her finger around her labia and slipped it into the moistness, circling her swollen nubbin with her index finger. She felt self-conscious, knowing that two sets of eyes were watching her every move.
May put a finger on each side of her lips and rubbed them along the strip of pale blonde fuzz. Her finger slipped inside her vagina, increasing the pressure made by the strong fingers embedded in her stretched nether hole. Caine started to pump her asshole with deep thrusts, drawing close to withdrawal, then sinking back in. May bucked against his hand, grunting as her fingers flicked greedily over her clit.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped quietly, ignoring the pleased whisper in her ear that promised a fifth, or was it sixth, punishment for swearing. Layton described how he would hold her over his strong lap, pull her panties down to bare her naughty bottom, and then turn that same bottom a vivid cherry red. His rich voice, and the picture he painted in her mind, was exactly the catalyst she needed to send her over the top. Her body racked with explosive tremors and her bottom squeezed Caine's fingers, sucking them inside—milking them—before clamping down and compressing them tightly. Caine added the tip of his thumb to the gaping hole and pushed firmly to spread her asshole wide enough to accept a thick cock.
"Holy shiiiiiit!" May called out, as she lifted her body off the mattress and writhed in a frenzy of delight. Her juices flowed in rivers from her pussy, soaking Caine's hand as he slowed his plunges. He waited for May's shudders to cease and for her to lie back in exhaustion before he extracted his fingers from her bottom. He peeled off his gloves and placed both hands back on her thighs, caressing her flesh in slow, lazy circles. His eyes never once left her face.
Layton wrapped his arms around her chest and kissed her hard, probing into her mouth and drinking deeply from her. Caine joined them on the bed and wrapped his mouth around a shivering nipple, nursing gently on the soft mound until May's spasms finally ceased.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Caine asked, resting his hand on her tummy.
May looked at him through glazed eyes. "Did I pass your exam?"
"With flying colors, my dear. With flying colors."
Chapter 9
May blinked against the light shining through her bedroom window. She slowly sat up and rubbed her head, trying to remember when the boys had carried her to bed. The last thing she remembered was being held, safe and secure in both pairs of arms. Her eyes drifted to a steaming tray of waffles, bacon and eggs sitting on the nightstand, complete with a slender crystal vase holding a single sprig of pale blue lilacs. A note was propped against the glass of orange juice.
Good Morning, Maybelle. Did you have fun last night? Daddy and I certainly did. Thank you for being honest with us about your needs. We had the horses brought over to the holding yard this morning and are prepping for a ride and a picnic by the lake with our special little girl. Come on by after you eat, and bring your bathing suit (or not). Oh, yes, you will be getting a double strapping for all that cussing last night. Excited? We love you! L&C
"We love you." May repeated the words out loud. "They heard what I said. They really listened. Wow."
Excitement radiated through her body as she reread the words promising her a real AP day. She quickly gulped down her breakfast and jumped out of bed, wincing slightly at the soreness she felt in her backend, both inside and out. She glanced at her bottom in the mirror and was disappointed to see no signs of bruising which would explain the tenderness.
May mused as she carefully picked out the clothing she would wear to go riding. A pair of old overalls (hidden from Layton when he forced her to get new clothes), a thin cotton t-shirt with glittery flowers, and her blond hair pulled into two high ponytails fit the image of the little girl inside of her. She popped on some cherry flavored lip gloss, slipped on her old boots, and raced out the door towards the brand new holding yard that Layton had built around the old groundskeeper's shed.
"There's our pretty girl!" Caine shouted as she ran towards them. He held out his arms, spinning her around as she jumped gleefully into them. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"So good!" May kissed him lovingly. "Thank you for being so gentle with me last night."
"Any more nightmares?" Caine asked, putting her down and grasping her face in his hands to study her expression. She shook her head.
"Where's my hug?" Layton demanded, his voice booming as he approached the two. May squealed and ran straight to him, knocking him over onto the hay-covered ground as she dove straight into his chest.
"Good tackle, kid," Caine laughed, as Layton flipped May onto her back and straddled her waist.
"Knock me over, will you?" Layton asked, grabbing May's wrists and holding them over her head. "This will teach you."
May's squeals pierced the air as he began to tickle her sides. "Stop! No tickling! Eek! Daddy, make him stop!" Her giggles rose in intensity as Layton leaned forward to chew on her ribs.
"Her face is turning red, Layton," Caine laughed, propping himself on a bale of hay and crossing his legs. "Give her a chance to breathe."
"But I like the giggles, and she tastes so good," Layton snickered, blowing a raspberry onto May's stomach.
"Stop!" she begged, tears running down her face from her laughter.
Layton sat up and released her wrists. He stood up, pulled May to her feet and kissed her. "You have taught me how to laugh again. Thank you."
May hugged him warmly and smiled as Caine joined them in the embrace. "I'm the one who should be thanking you."
"Thank us after you get your little bottom blistered. I owe you—how many? Twelve?"
"Nu uh! Maybe six or seven, but that's not fair. Some were uttered in the throes of passion," May said in an exaggerated voice, dramatically sweeping the back of her arm against her forehead.
"No spanking today unless you act up," Caine said, reaching for her hand. "Come on, my little
drama queen. We got something special for you. Did you eat your breakfast?"
"Most of it. Why?"
"Just wondering. Stand here and close your eyes."
May shifted impatiently from right to left, waiting for permission to open her eyes. She stood speechless as Layton proudly escorted a saddled horse into the yard. The mare had two blue eyes, dark blood bay patches over a snow white coat, and a black mane and two-toned tail.
"She's the most beautiful horse I've ever seen. Is she a Tovero Paint? Those markings are exquisite!"
"Her name is Saber and she is a certified barrel racing machine. We also signed you up for some refresher classes. When you are ready, you can go back on the circuit if you want to." Caine announced.
"Wait a minute. You got her for me?" May finally coughed out.
"She's yours. No one will ever sell her to buy booze or anything else," Layton said firmly. "Go say hello."
May could not find any words as she ran her hand over the mare's sleek neck. She whipped her head around as Layton lifted her into the saddle and began to adjust her stirrups. "I can't believe you did this for me."
"Only the best for our best girl." Layton wrapped his fingers around her calf and looked up at her. "Just promise you will be careful."
"I promise. I love…" May felt the words stick in her throat. "I love the horse. Thank you."
The expression on Layton's face was akin to disappointment. May averted her eyes, confused. Wasn't he the one who'd said that they had grown to 'care' for her, not that they loved her? But last night, they had both declared their commitment to the relationship. And the note, written by him, said those three words.
"I can tell you're thinking too much again, little girl," Layton smacked her thigh. "I love you. Caine loves you. We intend to show you, not just tell you."
"Let's get on the trail. We have a special day planned out. Ready, Bro?" Caine asked, handing the reins of Layton's Appaloosa to him.
"Ready. I'll lead the trail horse."
May hugged Saber's neck as the animal walked easily along the dirt path towards the lake. They walked the horses along the edge of the natural rock shoreline until they reached a small, secluded sand beach bordered by large dense oak trees. The men slid off their horse and Caine helped May down while Layton removed the baskets from the trail horse.
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