"How about if I get things set up here and you two go swimming?" Layton asked, heaving the overflowing bags to the ground.
"You don't want any help?" May asked, looking over at Caine.
"Honey, trust me. You don't want to be underfoot. He's a bit of a control freak and likes to set up camp his way, and his way only."
"Camp? We're camping?" May's voice rose with excitement.
"Camping and fishing," Layton proclaimed. "I am going to teach you the art of filleting a catch."
"I'd rather eat hotdogs. Real beef hotdogs, not mandogs," May frowned as Layton's face lit up. "Pervert."
"Did you just call me a name?" Layton asked, laying his tackle box on the ground and brushing off his hands.
"Maybe."
"What a naughty child you are. Let's see if there is anything around here I can use to warm your bottom. I have my belt."
"Nooo," May giggled, taking off in a dead run.
"The chase is on, you little brat. When I catch you, there will be hell to pay."
May pushed past Caine and into the woods, with Layton in hot pursuit. She zigzagged through the brush and around trees, finally hiding next to an ancient oak to catch her breath. She peeked around the trunk to see if Layton had found her. Seeing nothing, she turned back.
"Looking for me?" Layton asked.
"You beast! You scared me!" May scolded, smacking his arm.
"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 a
round 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."
"And your willingness to give us your body. Caine and I have been involved in this lifestyle for a long time. He desires a warm, loving little girl to nurture, and I want a, well…"
"Pain slut?" May asked, her eyes crinkling as she smiled.
"I was going to say a woman who is not afraid of either her sexuality or sensuality. The fact that you have a remarkable masochistic streak is icing on the cupcake for me."
"I was terrified until I met you, though. I'm still so broken."
"You are becoming whole day by day darling. Did you enjoy having the two of us?"
"Oh, yes. I didn't think it would be so incredible!"
"Did any fear seep in? Any thoughts or flashbacks from the past?" Caine asked softly.
"None. Not right now, anyway."
"What do you think of that?" Layton asked, tracing his finger along her bare thigh.
May lifted her face to the sunshine and closed her eyes. The trauma seemed so far away from her mind, almost like she had seen a movie that was fading from her memory.
"I think I want to keep moving forward. And to get out of the water. I am turning into a prune."
Chapter 10
"May? I'm home," Caine called out from downstairs. "Come down here, please."
May smiled happily, picturing him shuffling around the living room after tossing his lab coat into the wash. She quickly brushed her hair into two ponytails, pulled on her Hello Kitty pajama pants and matching pink top, and then skipped merrily into the large room to welcome him. She froze at the stern expression that greeted her.
Layton stood next to him, wearing an equally stern expression. In one hand was a half-empty pack of Marlboro lights; in the other were two empty packs and a lighter. She stared at the cigarettes for a moment, dumbfounded, then looked at her gear bag that was still propped against the wall. The contents were spewed all over the floor. A terrible feel
ing crept into her stomach as she began to realize how much trouble she was in. She knew their feelings about the vice, and the pain they had suffered watching their mother battle the disease which eventually stole her life. May swallowed as memories of the repeated warning flooded into her mind—that she was not to do anything that would risk her health, including drugs, alcohol and, especially, smoking.
"What's this?" Caine asked.
"Why were you snooping in my bag?" She glared at Layton.
"I smelled cigarette smoke. What are these doing in here?"
"It's none of your business. I am an adult," May countered, unable to make eye contact with either of them.
Caine waited for a moment. "Come here."
"Daddy..." May whined.
"I said, come here," he repeated, a bit more firmly than the first time. He did not wait for her to move and grabbed her wrist to pull her closer towards him."Look at me," he ordered. May peered up into his eyes, trying to put on her best 'angel' face. "What did I tell you about smoking, Maybelle?" he asked, holding the pack of cigarettes up.
"I don't remember."
"Maybelle Corinne, do not push me. This is the one subject for which there is no negotiation. I will not tolerate any excuse for smoking, and you darn well know it."
Looking him in the eyes, shivering with guilt and anxiety, May managed to croak out, "They are off limits."
Caine's look of disappointment, mingled with anger, made May take two steps back. Before she could utter an apology, her PJ pants were tugged to the floor and she was left standing in her short t-shirt and lacy pink panties.
She looked down at the puddle of clothes on the floor with mortification. "Daddy, no, please, don't spank me. OW!" She was interrupted by a barrage of swats to the thighs, and felt her face flush with heat.
"Have you been smoking? Tell me the truth, Maybelle Corinne!" he said, a little louder and angrier this time.
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