"I can imagine. How can anyone be so horrid?"
"Spoiled, selfish people don't care about anyone else. I marched myself straight up to those girls and yanked Becky up by the wrist. It was a bit blurred right after that because I put her directly across my knee in front of her friends, lifted her cheerleading skirt and whacked away on her little ass until it turned the color of a fire engine."
"Our fire engines were red back in the old days," Caine added teasingly.
"She screamed, cried and carried on like I was killing her. Her friends did not make a move to leave, or stop me, either. When I was satisfied, I pulled her to her feet, warned everyone standing there that they would be next if I ever caught wind of them bullying another girl, and dragged Becky to my old truck."
"Oh, my! What happened?"
"I marched her straight to her front door, pushed her inside when her daddy opened it, admitted that I had thrashed her backend for what she had done, and then turned on my heels and left."
"Pop got a phone call right after that," Caine added. "I was waiting on Mom to finish washing Sally's dress out and he was loving up to the poor kid. He was madder than a wet hen. He told Becky's father that if he had bothered to keep his daughter in line and teach her some manners, then there would not be a child sitting there on the couch, crying her eyes out."
"Lyle defended you?"
"He did more than that. He contacted the old pastor of the church we all went to and told him everything that happened. That Sunday, the sermon was about bullying and old Pastor Jones said that he had no problem taking a good old strap to his boys if they ever did such a thing." Layton laughed. "Becky's father apologized to Pop right after and then dragged that brat out by the ear. The next day, she showed up at school with a bag of brand new shoes and clothes, and gave them to Sally with her apologies."
"Wow. You must have changed her life."
"She grew up and married a high school principal, had five kids of her own, and every one of them are respectful, strong and loving. Together, they head the 'Say No to Bullying' programs."
"We're here," Caine announced, as they pulled through the gate of a tiny, private airport.
"What are we doing here?"
"Just taking a little trip, baby girl. Daddy and I wanted to give you a special treat for being so respectful during your restriction."
May's face brightened, and she clapped her hands gleefully. "I like treats! Are we going up in an airplane?"
"Yes, ma'am. Excited?" Caine asked, helping her out of the truck.
She hugged him tightly. "I've never been flying before, so yes!"
"Let's get moving then," Layton said, grabbing the picnic basket. He shook hands with the pilot and talked quietly.
"What are they saying?" May whispered to Caine.
"You're nosy. We are going to have a May Play Day. No, leave the teddy bear in the car."
May's pout did not last long as she was shuffled into the back bench of the small Cessna. Caine strapped her in and then joined her, while Layton took over the co-pilot's seat.
"So, you've never been in the air before?" the pilot asked, after checking all the instruments and readying for take-off.
"No, sir, never," May said into the microphone of her headset. "Is it going to be bumpy?"
"Not a bit. The air is as smooth as glass today. Ordered specifically for a first timer." The pilot grinned. "Ready to go?"
"Yes!"
May held her breath as she watched the ground shrink below them. The engine purred in a soothing rumble while they rose higher over the land.
"Is that our lake?" she asked, pressing her nose to the window pane.
"Yes, it is. Let's circle to see the house," Layton suggested.
May pointed out landmarks, bouncing with glee each time she recognized a familiar area. They then started south and towards the secret destination. The humming of the engine and the floating of the plane lulled May to sleep. She woke as the little aircraft made its landing.
"What? Huh?" she straighten up, disorientated. "Are we here?"
"Yes, we are. And it looks like our car is waiting. Out you go, my little doll," Caine said, lifting her easily out of the plane. He took her hand and led her to where Layton was getting the keys and a map.
"Looks like we're ready and have everything we need," Layton said, jiggling the keys in his hand after thanking the pilot. "Do you need to go potty before we leave?"
"I'm fine," May said, screwing up her face with distaste.
Layton laughed. "I was actually asking Caine. Both of you go and then we will set out to the next surprise."
"He's in a mood, huh?" May asked, as Caine escorted her to the facilities.
"I like it when he is like this. He's been a bear to be around this last month."
"I'm sure he will say same about you. All you did was scowl every time I saw you," May teased, making a face at him.
"Scowl? I'll show you a scowl," Caine growled, grabbing her in his arms and furiously starting to tickle her. Loud shrieks brought Layton straight to them.
"Do I have to separate you two? Hurry up, I'm getting hungry, and Clara's fried chicken is calling for me."
May sat in the back seat of the small Honda, flicking Caine's ear and tugging on his hair. He reached behind him to wag a finger and order her to behave. "Ow! She bit me!"
"Don't be such a drama queen." Layton laughed.
"Pussy," May whispered under a giggle.
"I heard that," both men announced, making her giggle louder.
"Seems like she is missing getting her butt roasted," Layton raised an eyebrow and looked into the mirror. "Do I need to pull the car over and do that now?"
"Nooo," May responded in a sing-song voice. "Not unless you wanna spank Daddy. He's being a big cry-baby."
"Daddy is going to make you into a big cry-baby if you don't watch your 'Ps & Qs', little lady," Caine warned her.
"Nu uh," May answered back, finding it easy to fall into that unique Little headspace. "Not my fault you whine like a girl."
"Sounds like someone is jonesing," Layton said, looking out the side mirrors before pulling off to the side of the road. "Let's handle that right now."
"No! We are in the middle of the highway!" May squawked, shaking her head wildly.
"There's not a single other car in sight, plus the windows are tinted." Layton parked the car and exited the driver's side. He opened May's door and slid in next to her. "Over my knee."
"No," May snickered, scooting to the other door. "Let go of my ear!"
"You wanna brat? Fine by me," Layton said cheerfully, dragging her across his thighs and wrestling her jeans down to her ankles. Her tiny pink lace panties followed, leaving her pale, rounded globes accessible to his hand.
"Let's see… we called Daddy a pussy. That was very naughty of you," Layton began, splatting his hand against her jiggling flesh. May buried her face into the cloth seats and giggled, yipping when he smacked a bit harder. He rested his hand on her bare bottom and asked, "Do you think that was a nice thing to do?"
"It's a matter of perspective." She giggled again.
He smacked her rear end sharply. "That'll be 'yes, sir' to you, got it?"
"Even if that isn't my answer? Owie! Yes, sir," May said, groaning.
His hand rested lightly on her bottom again. She took in a deep breath, feeling it leave her flesh. In an instant, it was raining down in staccato claps upon her backside. May could not resist squirming to escape as she listened to the sound of his hand meeting her flesh. The sting increased exponentially with each whack, until May started kicking, and gripping Layton's jeans for dear life. Her giggles changed to plaintive mews, and the mews dissolved into breathless pants. May stiffened as her body exploded into a shockingly unexpected orgasm.
Layton began to rub her bottom, making lazy circles on the warm flesh. "That was a lot of fun," he whispered in her ear.
May twisted her head to look at him. "Yeah, it was," she whispered back.
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bsp; He reached down and pulled her panties back in place, adjusted them neatly over her tender cheeks, and then pulled up her pants. He gave her a slight pat on the rear before pulling her up to zip her jeans closed. "We should do this every time we take a road trip," he offered.
May giggled. "I might allow it."
He slipped out of the car and kissed her cheek. "Think about me while you're sitting on that hot rear," he said with a wink.
May snickered. "Don't worry, I will. Layton?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Think about me as you're trying to get comfortable with that hard on."
"Brat."
"Perv."
Chapter 13
They drove another half-hour before pulling into the long driveway of a rustic house built like an old, red barn. Enormous cypress trees loomed over the lush grass, dripping with shawls of Spanish moss. The cicadas chirped loudly, hidden in the dark foliage.
"Is that a river back there?" May asked, pointing.
"That, my little love, is the Guadalupe River. The folks used to take us here when we were kids, to go tubing. This place belongs to a friend of ours. You know Sri."
"Dr. Adul?" May blinked.
"Yes. She is going to join us for part of our trip." Caine announced, lifting the picnic basket out of the car.
"She is? Why?" May frowned. "I am not sharing you with her."
"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 fini
sh 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.
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