End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  “That’s going to have to wait. We have some things we need to finish.” Dorian’s voice interrupted.

  “You can have her when I’m done reddening that little backside.”

  “Do you always let your horses out without riders? Are they safe?”

  “What? Where?” He turned his head.

  After another successful distraction, she slid under his legs and hid behind Dorian. “Uncle Dorian, tell him to take a shower!”

  “Elias, go take a shower. As for you, young lady, you were very naughty.”

  “Are you going to spank me too?” She blinked at him, not feeling at all remorseful.

  “Should I?”

  “Maybe…” She dropped her face and tried to hide a smile. Even facing trouble, she couldn’t control her snickering.

  He cupped her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. “Are we seeing a Middle emerging?”

  “I’ll say,” Elias snorted, placing his hands on his hips. “And quite a bratty one, too.”

  “I guess that means a spanking will be in order, then. Let’s get you done with Dr. Paige and then you will spend some time across my lap.”

  “Promises, promises…”

  She didn’t see the wink Dorian offered his brother-in-law or the flexing muscles Elias gave in return.

  ****

  Dorian’s heart melted as the girl skipped to keep up with his long strides. His plan had worked even better than he had hoped and the child inside of her had been set free. She was going to be a handful for her Doms now but in a positive way.

  She didn’t even resist him as he led her back to the clinic. Upon seeing the doctor sitting on his stool, she let go of Dorian’s hand and hopped onto the man’s lap and hugged him.

  “What’s this about?” Dr. Paige asked, hugging her back.

  “You’re so nice. I’m sorry I gave you a hard time. I just hate icky stuff.”

  Dorian lifted his eyebrow with fascination. She was slipping back into her Little and releasing herself to trust.

  “You can make it up to me by letting me finish with the icky stuff,” the doctor said.

  “Okay, but I’m all sweaty and yucky. Can I go rinse off in the sink?”

  “We have a shower in the back of the office. There are towels under the counter.”

  “I’ll be right back.” She kissed his cheek, hopped over to Dorian and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him as well, and left the room.

  “Holy shit,” Dr. Paige muttered. “She’s like a completely different girl.”

  “Elias can be a giant pain in the ass, but he knows how to play. She needed someone who could bring her back to a time in her life that she should have played, but didn’t because of fear. You know her history with her step-brothers. By playing with her as a brother, Elias gave her what she had missed all those years. Since she had no reason to guard her heart with him, she could release her fear. We got a Middle out of it, too.”

  “A Middle? Really?”

  “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” Dorian’s voice choked as a wave of emotion came over him. This type of healing was what he lived for. “We have a sweet, trusting six-year-old Little as well as a sassy mouth thirteen-year-old Middle. Merry is going to flip.”

  “Her poor Doms,” Dr. Paige said with a laugh. “I wonder what they are going to do with this transformation.”

  “They will give her everything she needs and then some. I’ll introduce you to them tonight during dinner. You have to join us—Cassandra made Chocolate Mousse.”

  “You let her enter the Lyon’s Den? Dorian …”

  “I’m going to work things so that she can intern with Mrs. Lyon during the summer. While she’s here, we can work some more of her training. Cassandra? Are you almost done in there?”

  “Coming, Uncle Dorian.” She padded into the room with a towel wrapped around her body.

  “You’re soaking wet. Come here,” Dorian ordered as he sat on a chair. She gave no struggle or embarrassment as he pulled the towel from her body and dried her off. When he was done, he lifted her onto the table.

  “Are you cold, Honey?” Dr. Paige asked. She shook her head. “Let’s get this done. I’ll be very gentle, I promise. You might feel a little cramp when I remove the IUD, but it shouldn’t hurt. Do you want to hold Dorian’s hand while I examine you?”

  Dorian didn’t wait for Cassie to answer. Every one of his girls asked for him to be present during gynecological procedures with the sole purpose of holding their hand and offering comfort. He stroked her face as Dr. Paige positioned her legs in the stirrups and then eased the speculum into place.

  “How does that feel?” he asked as he slowly opened the bills.

  “Weird, but it doesn’t hurt.”

  “Good. I want you to bear down like you’re pushing out a butt plug. Why are you giggling?”

  “Robby and Daddy never let me push them out. I was thinking of what they’d do if I did.”

  “They’d probably spank your little bottom,” the physician said. “Done. Was that bad?”

  “I didn’t feel anything. What now?” she asked as he removed the speculum and tossed it into the trash.

  “We’ll do the implant, and then you’re free to go.”

  “Okay.”

  Dorian shook his head. He had never seen such a beautiful transformation from a prison of anxiety to a place of absolute trust, and it humbled him. He never thought that being an age-play uncle would leave him feeling so emotional. His mind drifted to Fifty and how he had taken the place of the father that had disposed of her. She had thrived under his love and guidance, and the thought of her leaving one day brought a painful ache to his heart. For the first time, he truly understood the emptiness that his beloved Merry felt when cancer had taken her uterus and the pain she suffered in knowing she couldn’t bear a child. He owed her an apology for his insensitivity of her loss.

  “Uncle Dorian? Are you okay?” Cassie asked as she touched his wet cheek. He caught her hand and kissed her palm.

  “I was just thinking about how happy I am that you came into our lives.”

  “I am, too. Does that mean you’re not going to spank me?”

  “No.”

  She sighed. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “How’s your arm?” Dorian asked as he escorted Cassie into the Manor. She looked at the bandage.

  “It’s fine. The shot to numb it hurt more than it does now. Since I had surgery, do I get out of the spanking?” she asked hopefully.

  “Good try, but no. I also don’t consider inserting an implant to be surgery.”

  “But I have an ow.”

  “You’re going to have another ‘ow’ soon. Go to my room and wait for me. I need to let Merry and the staff know I’m back.”

  Pouting, she trotted up the stairs and took the turn towards his wing of the house. The sound of women talking caught her attention, and she followed the voices until she found the women’s dorm rooms.

  “Cassie! Come in and join us!” One of the Scullery Maids she had met in the kitchen that morning waved to her. “Where are you off to?”

  Wrinkling her nose, she answered. “To Uncle Dorian’s room. I’m in trouble. Again.”

  “You’re so lucky. Except for Fifty, the only room we get to see is his office. She’s his favorite, you know.”

  “She’s his assistant, so of course she would see his room.”

  “Did you know that she wasn’t even accepted as a Graye Maid? She claims that it was a misunderstanding that brought her here, but we all know that she’s too smart to be that dumb.”

  “We’re all hand-picked and had to go through a very intensive process to make it here. A Graye Maid is very elite and the best of the best,” another one of the Maids added. “Fifty found a way to get in without qualifying. Some people think that the Master fell in love with her and slid her in under the guise of her so-called ‘mistake’ so that One wouldn’t know. Everyone knows that when it’s time
for the auction, he won’t put her on the block because he wants to keep her for himself.”

  Cassie looked down, not liking what these women were insinuating about her new family. Why did there always have to be Mean Girls? This time, she wasn’t going to let the Bitch Pack bully her. She faced the Maids with a frown.

  “I’m not one of you. Dorian, Merry, and Elias are part of my family, and I’m really offended by what you are saying about them. From what I’ve seen, they’ve given you a gift, and you don’t appreciate it.”

  “Sorry, Cassie. We didn’t mean to offend you. We just wanted to warn you to stay away from that girl. She’s trouble.”

  “Fifty has been nothing but kind and caring toward me. She stood up to Dorian when she thought he was going to be too strict and risked getting herself in trouble. You’re wrong about all of it and should be ashamed of yourselves. You don’t even know what he means to the outside world or how many people he’s helped.” She felt her old temper stirring. “He’s giving you an opportunity to make your dreams come true, and all you do is gossip and wonder what his room looks like. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

  “I told you she wouldn’t understand. She’s one of those Littles,” a third girl scoffed.

  “You make that sound like I don’t have a brain in my head. I might be a Little at times, but even I know better than to bite the hand that feeds me. Dorian Graye is a man of integrity and honor. He loves and cherishes his wife more than anyone I have ever known, and to imply that he’d throw those things away to meet his own needs is ridiculous and self-centered. If you ask me, I’d say that Fifty is more qualified to reflect the Graye name than any of you!”

  With those words, she abruptly left the dorms and hurried to Dorian’s suites. Her hands shook as she twisted the knob and walked inside. She still was pacing the floor when he joined her.

  “Why are you so agitated?” he asked, noticing the change. “What happened?”

  “You can’t fix stupid, that’s all.”

  “Explain.”

  “I’d rather not, but you should know some of the things being said. I wanted to do some bitch slapping. I also don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

  She refused the invitation to his lap and kept pacing. He pointed to the spot in front of him. “To me, Cassandra.” Taking her hands, he kissed her knuckles and then squeezed gently. “I appreciate you wanting to protect me. We believe that a Graye Maid reflects the Manor and serves with Pride, Integrity, Loyalty, and Love. That spells the word P.I.L.L., and it can be hard to swallow at times. Even for me. Please believe that I have a thick skin and can take care of myself. Tell me.”

  “I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.”

  “Unless someone is putting themselves or another person in danger, you won’t.” He embraced her and kissed the top of her head. “Tell me.”

  Snuggled against his body, she reluctantly shared what had occurred in the dorms. There was no change in the tempo of his heart or breathing, nor did she feel his body stiffen. Was he so self-controlled or did he already know about the gossip?

  “Thanks for being honest with me. Merry and I expected jealousy among the ranks in this situation and know that it’s just their foolish immaturity talking. There’s nothing they can say that will hurt me, okay? Don’t let it bother you.”

  “What about Fifty? It made me worry about her. They pretend to accept her to her face, but then stab her in the back as soon as she walks away. They don’t believe how she got here, either. I’ve had to deal with Mean Girls before. My brother, Glenn, used to date one and she made my life miserable. Fifty doesn’t deserve that.”

  “I agree. She’s already suffered through enough rejection before she came here and now faces it in her own home. But she’s strong and knows that we love her, so no one else matters. The same goes for you, Baby Girl.”

  “Doesn’t it get lonely for her? I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same room with people I knew hated me or didn’t want me around.” She felt her vulnerability returning and didn’t object to being placed on his lap as he sat down.

  “I’m sure it does. I’ve lost count of the number of times I found her asleep in my office or on the couch in my room. Merry watches out for her very closely, and it wouldn’t surprise me if she already has heard all this chatter. I love that woman more than anything in this world, but Hurricane Merry is a force that even I try to avoid. She’ll straighten out those girls when the time comes. Trust me, okay?”

  “I do. I just didn’t want you to be blindsided.”

  “You’re a good girl. How’s your ‘ow?’ The lidocaine should have worn off by now.”

  “If it’s hurting, does that mean you’re not going to spank me?”

  “You just won’t stop trying, will you?” He hugged her. “Your arm has nothing to do with that bratty little backside. You know where I want you. Up and over. We’re not playing right now, either. Just be thankful that this spanking is one that is age-appropriate for a Little.”

  Once again, Cassie was in the overly familiar position with her bottom bared and clinging to a pant leg to prevent falling forward. A whimper escaped as her bottom was raised over his right knee, and her shorts and panties were skimmed down past her knees to expose her pale, rounded backside. She squirmed in anticipation when his right hand rested on the small of her back while holding her around the waist.

  “I repeat that this is going to be a real spanking, Cassandra. I don’t want to have to do this again. You were a very disobedient little girl today and have earned this lesson. I don’t mind a certain degree of bratting and back talk, but you broke a promise to me. Didn’t you?”

  Cassie had forgotten about the broken promise. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, feeling a wave of guilt. His words had power, not only to force her to listen but to pull her into a younger state of mind. She couldn’t fight her reaction, either. With the breakthrough also came the inability to struggle against her nature.

  “What do you think I believe about a promise?”

  “That it’s part of that P.I.L.L. thing you just told me about.” Her voice sounded pouty, even to her.

  “Exactly. I wish I could say that this will hurt me more than it does you, but we both know that’s not true.” He raised his large hand and splatted it loudly across her bottom.

  She squealed and twisted to look at him in utter surprise. “That hurt!”

  “I warned you. Naughty little girls get their bottoms warmed in the Manor.”

  She yowled as Dorian administered a lesson that she would not easily forget and sent smack, after heavy smack, across the span of her rear-end.

  He continued to scold her, punctuating every other word with a sharp, well-delivered spank. “I hope you’ll think about the importance of keeping your word after this, my darling. I’m not happy with the knowledge that my only niece can so easily throw away a promise just to avoid a little embarrassment.” He landed a sharp whack across her left cheek, leaving behind a sizzling patch of pain.

  Her outburst of pleas was ignored as a flurry of smoldering smacks clapped over her crimson skin. Kicking and wiggling went with the squeals as he expertly landed his practiced palm to the spots that would guarantee a memorable experience. After many spankings administered by Rob and Bryon, Cassie had falsely believed that she had developed a ‘leather’ butt. Boy, was she wrong! What was more frightening was the understanding that this was the degree of discipline that Dorian delivered to a Little!

  Upon the sound of genuine tears and unceasing apologies, the man rested his hand on her tender bottom.

  “We’re almost done, Sweetheart. Your Middle needs some instruction as well. The outburst of swearing didn’t come from the mouth of a little girl, did it?”

  Several seconds passed. “No, Sir,” she finally sniveled.

  “If I recall, you commented that you were unable to mind your mouth out of habit. Correct?”

  She felt the shift in ‘age’ with his change of tone. “Yes, Sir.”
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br />   “Let’s see about changing that habit.” The sound of him swooshing his crop in the air turned her stomach.

  “Please, Uncle Dorian! I won’t do it again. I swear,” she begged as he repositioned her over his long legs and shifted her bottom away so that he could apply a full swing. The crop across her aching flesh sent her into another grappling match as she tried to escape his hold.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked calmly as he delivered a second stroke to her throbbing ass.

  “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” she wept, pounding his leg with her fist.

  “I’m sure you will, but let’s make sure of it.”

  “OW!” The sound of her wailing filled the room as he targeted her backside for four more strokes. He loosened his hold as he hooked his crop back to his belt.

  “Go stand in the corner and think about this until I tell you to leave.” The sternness was gone from his voice and was replaced by tenderness.

  “Can I have a hug?”

  “When corner time is done. Go on now and no rubbing,” he ordered, patting her bottom to send her away. With her shorts still around her ankles, she shuffled to obey.

  Cassie heard him talking on the phone on the far side of the room and leaned her forehead against the cool wall. She tried to sort out her thoughts and feelings but kept returning to the same conclusion. She felt genuinely loved. Closing her eyes, she recalled the day’s events and smiled. The spanking was well worth the peace that she had achieved. It seemed to bond everything together. She thought of Rob and the way he looked at her. The love and possessiveness in his eyes were deeper than she had been able to understand. It was endless, unconditional, and belonged only to her. Her thoughts shifted to Bryon. Her Daddy. He loved and protected the little girl inside of her with such passion that it was overwhelming and she truly believed that he would not allow her Little heart to slip out from his fingers. The lust and passion directed toward her adult side were also completely different than her fiancé’s.

  It dawned on her that Rob was possessive, yet he selflessly shared her with Bryon and wondered if it was a gift showing the love and trust between the brothers. She also contemplated Rob’s encouragement to bring her to the height of pleasure, which included multiple partners. It had been a gift of love and all the time worrying about being replaced, she hadn’t considered Rob’s position. He put his heart at risk by inviting his brother into their relationship, yet trusted her to be faithful to the commitment he and Cassie shared. He was so much like Dorian. The Whip Master was a man who could love, discipline and be the source of strength to all his Maids, but whose heart was owned by his beloved and precious wife. Doubt and fear washed away when Cassie finally accepted that she was, indeed, the love of Rob’s life and that his heart belonged only to her.