Two Guardians for Little May

by Breanna Hayse

  "It's purely my pleasure. Do you think you can stay out of trouble?" she whispered in Layton's ear as she hugged him.

  He clapped her sharply on the rump, "Next time we're together, you are going across my knee. Just be warned."

  Sri's eyes twinkled as she winked at May, "I'm not a'scared of you."

  "Well, you should be. Thank you." He kissed her cheek. He turned to lift May into the back seat of the small plane, and started barking orders for Caine to board. May clung to her elephant and waved goodbye to Sri as they started down the runway.

  "Did you have fun?" Caine asked, squeezing May's hand.

  "Yeah, lots. Sort of. Not the trouble day."

  "You liked Auntie Sri, didn't you?" Layton asked through the headphones.

  "Yes, sir. She's nice. Nicer than you." May giggled, kicking off her sandals and stretching forward to kick his thigh. Layton captured her toes in his left hand and began to tickle her foot.

  "No kicking, brat. What do you think of her moving into the house?"

  "What do you mean?" May yanked her foot back with a frown. "No."

  "Just to help Miss Clara with a new flock of girls."

  "No."

  "Why not, honey?"

  "It's my house. Mine! I don't want to share my house or you with anybody. NO!"

  "Calm down, May. We are going to move."

  "I don't want to move. That's my house."

  "It was Pop's house. He wanted to use it to help girls like you. Maybelle, stop your whining and listen to me," Layton said. "We want to have a place of our own to share with you without the eyes and ears of other people. We've already found a place."

  "We are going straight there after we land. We were going to just surprise you, but Madam Sri chewed us out and stepped on us. She doesn't like surprises like that and thought you wouldn't either."

  "Good! That is so unfair to make that decision without me." May pouted unhappily.

  "That's what she said. Of course, the fact that this place has a huge rec-room won't make you be any less angry with us, will it? You've always wanted one. It will have lots of toys in there to keep you occupied."

  "It will?" May's eyes widened. 'Rec-room,' typically understood to be furnished with items like a pool table, darts, a bar and a big TV, was the public code they used for their own brand of special 'playtime.' In this case, May knew he was referring to a shared bedroom.

  "Yes. Your room, of course, is going to be a little different than the one at the lake house. We made sure to have it decorated in a very special way."

  "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" May held the stuffed animal to her face.

  "Give it a chance. You don't want Saber to feel bad about leaving her home either, do you?"

  "My horse is there?"

  "We are having her moved as soon as you are ready to spend some time with her. There are full, covered stables, a corral and a training ring. Of course, if having access to your own practice area is not wanted…" Layton teased.

  "Really? My own practice yard?" May sat up with excitement.

  "That seemed to spark your interest. You will have chores to do to earn riding time, though."

  "Aww," May stuck her lip out. "Yes, sir. I guess that's okay."

  "Why don't you close your eyes and take a little nap before we get home. You look tired," Caine said.

  "I'm not tired. I'm excited."

  "You're tired. Take a nap."

  "Yes, Daddy." May yawned. The pilot chuckled and announced their location, promising the 'sweet little girl' a tour of her new home before they landed if she obeyed her papa and took a nap. May giggled and pretended to snore.

  ***

  "Wake up, Maybelle. Look out your window. See that court yard?" Layton asked as the plane pitched to circle the property.

  "That's huge!" May gasped, pressing her face to the glass. "Is that really ours?"

  "It certainly is. Do you like it?"

  She stared at the lush green yard surrounding the two-story, waterfront home. A large pier stretched into the water with a covered boathouse, and the riding ring was twice the size of the practice yard that she had been going to.

  "Which one is my room?"

  "See the octagonal turret? That is the tower for our little princess."

  "I get my own tower? Wow," May exclaimed.

  "I think you two are going to have a very happy young lady," the pilot chuckled. "I hope you appreciate what your daddy and uncle have done for you, Miss May."

  "Oh, I do!"

  "It took my daughter a long time to show her gratitude. I would have been a very happy dad, had I heard a thank you out of her when she was your age."

  Caine winked at May, who made an 'oh' with her mouth. The pilot really thought she was a teenager.

  "I always show my gratitude, don't I, Daddy?" May winked back.

  "You certainly do. No more fits about the move?"

  "No, sir. Thank you." May cuddled against his arm. "You too, Uncle Layton."

  "You're welcome, honey."

  ***

  May fidgeted in the truck, holding both her elephant and the stuffed bear that Layton had made her leave during their vacation.

  "Do I have my own bathroom? Is there a hot tub? Can I have my own phone? Do I get a TV? Do I have to share a computer?"

  "Maybelle, you need to calm down, please. You have everything you need. No, you do not get your own television and we got you a laptop." Layton said, reaching behind to the back seat and patting her leg.

  "But Daddy is a TV hog! He never watches anything I like."

  "Are you going to start complaining before we even get there? There might still be some workers in the house. Do you want them to hear you get spanked?"

  "No, sir," May giggled.

  "Liar. You would love that. Have you ever milked goats?"

  "No. Are we getting goats?"

  "We are. We're also getting a milk cow and chickens. Layton and I plan on planting a vegetable garden that you will be in charge of," Caine said. "We might even get a couple of steer for the pasture and raise our own steaks. Maybe even some pigs."

  "I like steak and ham."

  "Me, too. You can practice your lasso work on them."

  "You really are going to make me work, aren't you?"

  "We both miss ranching and want to get back to our roots. We were also raised with good work ethics, and now it's your turn," Layton said.

  "Your urban cowboys are going to take a step back in time a bit and simplify life. Layton has even agreed to put away his work after five and on the weekends," Caine added.

  "No way!" May was shocked.

  "And I am going to focus my practice on home visits and consulting. I also decided to quit the hospital to be at home with you."

  "Can you afford that? Caine?" May looked worried.

  "We sold the old house and have a very healthy inheritance from both of our parents. Pop also made some wise investments that cover retirement."

  "But the lake house…"

  "It's all paid off, and there is a maintenance fund to cover anything needed, remember? Sri is also working on getting funding from the state. With her there to supervise, it guarantees a funded program even more than what we could do privately, including home schooling, counselling, group sessions, and skill training. With her credentials, and me as an on-call physician, it's in the bag."

  "That's pretty cool. It's like you are really fairy godfathers."

  "Fairy godfathers?" Layton asked.

  "Auntie Sri told me a bedtime story about a fairy godfather and his two sons. And that she was a fairy godmother who will make all our dreams come true."

  "Well, if anyone can do it, it's Sri. She will be a formidable house mother." Caine clucked. "She will be there full-time too, which means she can babysit you whenever we go away."

  "You're not going anywhere without me, Mister!"

  "Then you'd better learn to like fishing," Layton advised, turning down a hard-packed gravel road.

  M
ay jumped out of the truck before it had pulled to a complete stop, and both men shouted at her as she raced first to the water's edge, clapping her hands at the sandy beach. She zoomed around them to the doorway and impatiently rattled the locked knob.

  "Hurry up!"

  "Give me a chance to get the keys out."

  "Hurry!"

  May skidded on the tile floor as she ran inside, spinning around to gaze at the vaulted ceiling and loft balcony. A semi-spiral wooden staircase was nestled to the right side of the entry way and May pounded up the stairs, her stuffed animals hanging limply in both hands.

  "May?" Layton called.

  "My room! I love it!" she screeched. "I love it!"

  "I guess she loves her room," Layton said to Caine as the two leaned against the doorway to May's room. "Do you have something to say to me, Bro? Starting with, let's see, oh yes! Layton, you were right!"

  It was the perfect princess room, if the princess was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan. Caine sighed. "Yes, Layton, you were right. We have a tomboy for a little girl, and she would have hated a frilly, sparkly princess room. Happy?"

  "I'll be happy watching you do my chores for the next month. That was the bet," Layton reminded him.

  "I love you!" May threw her arms around Layton's waist and then transferred her hug to Caine. "You, two, rock!"

  "Did you see your bathroom?"

  "No. Where is it?" She looked around the room in confusion.

  "You know how the mutant turtles live in a sewer? Look around," Layton chuckled.

  May squinted her eyes and looked around the room. She went to a large round mirror located between a set of windows, and touched the pewter-colored frame. Layton nodded, and May pulled. The hidden door opened like a submarine hatchway, and she stepped into a stainless steel and gray stone bathroom. The Jacuzzi tub had an alligator head faucet next to a dark stone wall. Layton flipped on a switch, and May ahhed over the flickering amber lights that peeked out from the walls.

  "It's just like the movie," she sighed. "Only better and no sewer stink."

  "So you approve?"

  "I'm amazed. This is going to be so much fun!"

  "Let's show you our room," Caine smiled, holding his hand out to her.

  May's reaction to the grand bedroom was just as enthusiastic. It was elegant but still masculine, with red and black leather, white tiles and a giant, custom bed with thick, heavy posts that stretched up to the ceiling. The bathtub was large enough to fit six people and had a rain shower nozzle hanging over the center. May elbowed them with a suggestive smile.

  "Before we engage in any play," Layton said, "There are some more things to see. First, compliments of Sri." He opened a wall closet with a myriad of implements stacked inside it.

  "Wow," May whispered. "I don't know if I should be excited or scared."

  "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 w
arning, 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."

  Chapter 17

  "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.