Two Guardians for Little May

by Breanna Hayse

  Chapter 15

  "Maybelle Corrine! Get your little bottom down here," Caine called from the downstairs living room.

  May sighed, banging her forehead against the same white-painted corner that she seemed to live in. She and Sri had spent the previous day shopping, having lunch on a boat that traveled along the Riverwalk in San Antonio, and even visited the Alamo. Having never spent any time with another woman, May found herself letting go of her shyness and fears and opening up to her new 'aunt'. Unfortunately, her new found comfort, and her tom-boy disposition, included a lack of tact.

  By the time they arrived home, May had been scolded and threatened at least three times. She put on her 'angel face' when reentering the house, and bounded joyfully into the arms of her two men, babbling about all the wonderful things she got to see and do, and how thankful she was to 'Auntie Sri' for the opportunity. While Layton happily kissed and cuddled her, Caine raised an eyebrow to his old friend. Sri offered a half smile and shook her head.

  "Testing," was all she said.

  The next morning, her 'testing' came in the form of demanding a different breakfast from the one Sri had made for her. Granted, she loathed oatmeal and made no qualms about her refusal to eat it, but dumping the bowl upside down on the table was going a bit too far. Sri, one hand on her rounded hips, and a frown on her lovely face, pointed to the stairs.

  "That is it, young lady. To your room and stand in a corner."

  "No!"

  "Do I have to get your daddy? Go."

  "He doesn't make me eat oatmeal." May stomped her foot. "He doesn't make me eat anything I don't want to."

  "He is not running a restaurant, and neither am I. To your room this instant."

  May glowered at her and stomped upstairs, muttering a trail of obscenities before slamming the door in her wake. The sound of the wood banging was exhilarating, as was that of kicking the baseboards as she stood with her forehead resting on the cool wall.

  "Maybelle! I know damn well you can hear me. Get down here now!" Layton's voice boomed through the rafters.

  "Shit." May's stomach rose in her throat. She turned to leave the room, pausing only to survey herself in the mirror. Her hair was in two high ponytails and tied with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ribbons. She wore a matching t-shirt, with Rafael plastered in all his glory on the front, and a pair of cut-off cotton shorts with a wide, elastic waistband. Her ankle socks and new tennis shoes also sported the TMNT brand.

  She paused in the entrance to the living room where all three 'adults' stood waiting, arms crossed and with frowns on their faces.

  "You're in trouble, youngster," Layton announced.

  May's eyes darted to the back door, her brain calculating how fast she could make a clean getaway before anyone could stop her. Caine walked into the line of escape, eliminating her exit plans.

  "Don't even think about it, young lady. Would you care to explain yourself?"

  "I don't like oatmeal."

  "That is obvious. Why did you dump it on the table?" Caine asked.

  May shrugged.

  "If you don't have an explanation for that, would you like to tell us your reason for being mouthy with Auntie Sri?"

  "That's a matter of perspective," May muttered.

  "Now is not the time to be a smart ass, Maybelle," Layton said. "I am just two seconds from taking off my belt and thrashing your little behind with it. I want an explanation and it had best be a good one."

  "I don't know what you're talking about," May grumbled.

  "Are you telling me that those colorful words were not directed at anyone in particular?"

  "You cuss," May answered back.

  "Sassing me is no way to preserve the health of your bottom, little girl," Layton warned.

  "Maybelle," Caine intervened, "What did we ask of you when we arrived here?"

  "I dunno," May mumbled.

  "Get the cotton balls out of your mouth and speak up," Layton ordered.

  "I said I don't know!" May yelled.

  Caine held up his hand as Layton started toward the defiant girl. "Sri, please take Miss May up to her room and deal with her as you see fit. We will have our own time with her later."

  "No!" May stomped her foot. "Let go of meee."

  "There was no reason for this," Sri tsked, snatching May's hand and pulling her up the stairs behind her. May struggled to release her grip, stunned to discover that the woman was stronger than an ox.

  "You're hurting my wrist," May whined, digging her heels into the carpet.

  "Then stop fighting me. In you go," Sri said, gently tugging her into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

  "I don't know how your daddy and uncle handle your discipline," Sri said, grabbing a hairbrush off the dresser and pulling May with her to the edge of the bed, "but I am not going to waste any time with formalities."

  She tossed May over her knees without any effort.

  "Auntie Sri, I'm sorry. I lost my mind. It happens sometimes," May begged. Sri ignored her and began to slap her backside with the large, flat back of the brush. May twisted and squirmed, clenching her teeth to keep from crying out. There was no way in bloody hell that she was going to give in and cry! The brush rained down upon the thin shorts in progressively harder strokes, occasionally catching the backs of her thighs as the hem began to ride higher.

  "Sri!" May howled, "Please stop." She began to kick, and hid her face in her palms to prevent herself from crying out loud. "Oh, my God, you are killing me!"

  After what seemed like hours to May, Sri stopped. "It seems that a pants-down spanking is what you are in for, young lady. I am so disappointed in you."

  May squealed and squirmed as Sri grabbed the waistband of her bottoms. "No! You can't do that! OW!"

  Sri forcefully slapped May's sit spots. "Stop squirming!" she ordered, slipping the shorts down past May's knees, and taking her panties along with them. May shivered and squirmed some more, while reaching back to protect her bottom.

  "Move your hands, young lady," Sri ordered. May shook her head, and yelped when Sri snatched her left wrist and pinned it between their bodies, then held May's right hand tightly, anchoring it to her side. A sharp smack was delivered to the back of May's thigh, and another squeal pierced the air. May struggled wildly, trying to free herself from Sri's incredibly tight grip.

  "What a naughty child you are today," Sri sighed, picking up the hairbrush again.

  "Nononono," May pleaded. "No more! I've had enough! You can throw that damn fucking brush away!"

  "It seems like someone is in need of a little mouth soaping before we resume. Come with me," Sri ordered, lifting May up by one arm, making her walk on her toes while pulling her into the bathroom. The shorts and panties were left on the floor as she was hauled over to the deep sink.

  May shook her head wildly as Sri wet the bar of ivory soap in warm water.

  "Open."

  "No," May said through gritted teeth.

  "Let me make myself clear, sweetheart," Sri said sternly. "You either take this soap in your mouth, or I will prep an enema and have you take it up your bottom. Your choice."

  May looked at her fearfully.

  "In addition, the amount of time that soap stays in either your mouth, or your bottom, is double the amount of time it takes for you to mind me."

  May slowly opened her mouth, gagging the second the soap touch her tongue. "Thith ith awthul!" she cried out. "Daddy would never do thith to me."

  "You would be surprised at to what your daddy will do if you push him." Sri tapped her foot, watching as tears plummeted down May's cheeks. She checked her watch several times before she finally said, "Spit."

  May quickly obeyed. She slumped as she looked into Sri's face and wiped the suds from her mouth. "I'm sorry, Auntie Sri."

  "I am too. We are not done here. Go into the implement closet and bring me the loop strap."

  "W-what's that?" May wiggled nervously, pulling her shirt down to cover her naked pubis.

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sp; "It looks like a belt that's been folded over in half and has a handle. Yes, that. Hand it to me."

  May's lower lip began to quiver at the thought of facing the wicked looking implement. Sri turned it over several times in her hands, inspecting it for damage. Satisfied, she sent May back to the closet for mink oil. She handed the strap to May and said, "Oil it down."

  May's hand trembled as she massaged the oil into every nook and cranny of the well-conditioned leather. Sri shook her head each time May offered it back, stating that she wanted the strap saturated as much as possible. After fifteen minutes, Sri voiced her satisfaction and ordered May to go to the bathroom, wash the oil from her hands, and then return to stand in front of her.

  "Place your hands on your knees, May. You are going to get six strokes of this strap for your behavior. I promise you that this is one strapping you will not enjoy, on any level," Sri said, pressing the base of May's spine to force her back to arch. The cool leather briefly caressed her flesh, before Sri took aim and landed without warning. The crack reverberated through the room, sounding like a bolt of lightning. May screeched and stood up, dancing on her toes as she clutched her hapless nates.

  "Owww! No more! Please!"

  Sri tsked, pulling her by the arm and sitting herself on the chair. She dragged May again across her lap and flung her right leg over May's flailing limbs to pin them in place. "Keep your hands down, May. A strap on your palms will burn for days. Did you just try to bite me?"

  "It's instinctive," May bawled.

  "You will now get double the strokes of the strap. You bit me!" Sri scolded. "You are going to feel my hand and gain a little respect. After I am satisfied, I will reintroduce the strap."

  "Nooo!"

  May's cries fell upon deaf ears as Sri's hand began to rise and fall in swift, excruciating blows. The intensity and speed was so much so that May was not given any opportunity to exclaim her pain, or ask for forgiveness. The inexpressible need to flee disabled her from comprehending that the harder she struggled, the harder she was spanked. Ten, twenty, thirty times, Sri's heavy hand splatted across her backside. It was unbearable; far worse than she could ever remember receiving from either Layton or Caine. May's strength and energy was soon diverted from fighting against the punishment, to enduring the biting pain being inflicted upon her bottom.

  Sri continued to deliver blistering hot smacks to May's scorched, bare posterior. She paused long enough to pick up the strap and weigh the handle in the palm of her hand. A good twelve inches of oiled, folded leather drooped before May's glossy, tear-filled eyes.

  "You are to count these out, little miss. All twelve. Do I need to tell you what will happen if you miss a count?"

  "No, ma'am"

  "I will anyway. If you miss a count, I begin again. Do you want that?"

  "No, ma'am," May sobbed.

  "Good girl. Let's begin."

  "Argh! One!" May called out, as the loop made its mark across her twin peaks.

  "Say thank you, May," Sri said calmly. "And I expect you to continue to use your manners."

  "Thank you, ma'am," May bawled.

  The second lash fell over the tops of her thighs. May pounded her fists into the legs of the chair. "Owww! Ohmigod! Two! Thank you ma'am."

  "Lower your voice. You don't want to give me a headache."

  "I'm sorry! Three! Thank you," May's words were caught in her throat, "ma'am."

  Three more lashes cracked against her burning behind, and May twisted and turned, crying out the counts, her thanks and her pleas to be forgiven.

  "Six more, darling. Stay still and you don't have to count."

  May fought desperately not to move, as the folded strap slapped her bottom the remaining six times. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath as she went limp over Sri's broad lap. The woman pulled her up and held her hands.

  "No more bad girl moments?"

  "No, ma'am." May shook her head.

  "I hope you've learned a few lessons, young lady."

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "You are to stay in your room until you are ready to come out and apologize to your daddy and Uncle Layton. When you are done, I want you to go clean up the mess you left on the kitchen table. After that, we will decide how the rest of the afternoon is going to be spent."

  "But they are going to spank me again," May wailed.

  "If they feel you deserve it, then you take what is owed you. Come down when you're ready." Sri kissed the girl's cheek, hugged her, and then left the room.

  ***

  May ventured down thirty minutes later. Her eyes were still glazed, and her nose and lips red and puffy from crying. The men looked up at her from the couch, where Caine had been watching TV and Layton, as always, was thumbing through files.

  "Daddy? Uncle Layton? I'm sorry I was so bad," May murmured, feeling the heat rise to her face with embarrassment. "Please forgive me."

  "Come here, baby." Caine patted the couch. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose. "Did you learn your lesson?"

  "Yes, sir," May sniffed. "I'm sorry."

  "You're forgiven." Caine squeezed her tightly.

  May looked at Layton's frown, her lower lip trembling. "Do you hate me?"

  "Hate you? Never. It's going to take a lot of convincing, though, to keep me from flaying that back end of yours," Layton said firmly, as he buried his face into her messy hair.

  "I'm sorry," May whispered.

  "I don't think that will be necessary. I delivered an appropriate spanking, plus a little mouth-washing," Sri said kindly, crossing her arms.

  "Let me see," Layton said, patting his thighs.

  May whimpered as she laid down across them, and hid her face as her shorts and panties were skimmed to her knees. His warm hand traced the angry lines that railroaded across her flesh.

  "Nice trails, Sri," he commented, squeezing the angry red globes and garnering a protesting squeal. "I didn't know you had in it you."

  "Keep up the smart comments, Layton Marshall, and you will see how I handle boys who are too big for their britches."

  "Oh yeah?"

  "Yeah," Sri answered, eyes locking fearlessly to his.

  "May I please get up?" May interrupted.

  "No, you can stay right here for a little while."

  "What's that?" May asked, as she felt something cool being rubbed across her aching bottom. "Are you actually rubbing cream on me?" Her voice was filled with hope. "Oh, sh… It burns!"

  "Icy hot has that effect on a reddened posterior. Hands in front of you."

  "What are you doing? No!" May yelled, as she felt him spread her bottom cheeks and press his lubed finger without warning into her tight pucker. "No!"

  "You will stay put and feel this for a while. When I let you go, what do you think you are you going to do?"

  "Wash it off. Oh God!" May tried to fan her stinging bottom and burning hole with her hand. She yelped when Layton smacked her wriggling backside.

  "I said to put your hands in front of you. No, you will clean up the mess you made in the kitchen. After that, we are taking the tubes downriver."

  "We are?" May asked hopefully, thinking how wonderful the water would feel on her blistered hindquarters.

  "Only if you behave. Now, mind me."

  "Yes, Uncle Layton," May sighed in defeat. Over his warm lap, with his hand resting on the back of her thigh, the burn slowly dissipated to arousal. Should she tell him that she liked the icy hot on her bottom, especially in her asshole? Nah, May decided, hiding a smile, I'll let him find that little secret out for himself one day.

  "Uh, oh," he announced several minutes later, "someone has a very wet pussy. It looks to me that she likes the icy hot in there. Since when is she supposed to enjoy being punished?"

  "Really? Well, I think we might have another option. I'll be right back," Sri said. "Keep that naughty bottom exactly where it is."

  "What are you up to?" Caine asked.

  "A cure for bratting."
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  The cure was a very wide, very thick and very long hand of ginger root. Sri held it up with a smile. "These grow like weeds here. Ever use one?"

  "I have," Layton nodded. "They keep naughty bottoms from clenching during birchings. They are very effective."

  "No!" May squirmed. "Please, don't use that. I'm begging you."

  "This will be what daddy and I owe you for right now. How nice! Sri peeled it for you instead of having you do it yourself. Say thank you."

  "Please…"

  "I said to say thank you," Layton ordered, his hand hovering over her bare bottom.

  May mumbled her thanks, and tightened her ass as he tried to pry her cheeks apart. Grunting, he tilted her forward and lifted his left knee, springing her bottom into the air.

  "You can squeeze as tightly as you like in this position, Miss May," he said, spreading her simmering bottom cheeks and aiming for her tiny hole.

  Already lubed with the icy hot, plus the natural seepage of juice from the root, her pucker easily gave way to the wide-based intruder. "Owie!" she whimpered. "That burns!"

  "It certainly does. Every time you squeeze that bottom, more juice comes out and makes it burn again. I'm going to add one more thing," Layton said. "Caine! Give me your bootlace."

  "Sure, why?"

  "You'll see."

  May begged some more, as Layton tied the long strip of cotton around the end of the ginger root and then wrapped it around May's hip. "There, that is not going anywhere until we want it to. Now, go clean up your mess. The faster you finish, the sooner that comes out."

  Tears dripped down May's cheeks as she hobbled into the kitchen, her feet in a wide stance. She knew she looked ridiculous, and the ginger burned with every step. There was no pleasure to be had either from the stiff, irritating plug stuffed and anchored in her bottom, or the expulsion of its juice with every involuntary muscle spasm. She grimaced as she cleaned the glob of oatmeal from the table. Next time, she would politely refuse, that was for sure!

  Chapter 16

  "I don't wanna go home," May said, as she hugged Sri. "I like it here. One week went by way too fast."

  "We'll be back, baby. We both have work waiting for us at home," Caine said. He hugged Sri. "Thank you so much for everything."