Moving a Little Heart

by Breanna Hayse

  "I can do that," Jake answered, stroking Baylor's hair. "I don't like feeling so helpless, that's all."

  "Take these." Hayden handed her the medication. "They will help bring your fever down and get rid of some of the aches."

  "I hate swallowing pills." Baylor wrinkled her nose.

  "I can always get you a suppository. There's my girl." Hayden smiled as she quickly swallowed the offensive tablets, gulping them down with the ginger ale. "Let's go ahead and take your temperature."

  Baylor's eyes widened as he shook down the glass thermometer. She had seen the exact one when her siblings had been babies, and immediately shook her head.

  "No way, dude. Get a regular one. You are not sticking that up my ass."

  "Baylor Anne, sick or not, I am not going to have you talk that way," Jake scolded. "You will do as Daddy tells you—and without a fuss."

  "Fuck that." Baylor scowled, pulling away from him to get out of bed. Jake grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

  "You listen here, little girl. I know you don't feel well and are tired, but if you are strong enough to be this defiant, then you are strong enough to take a spanking. A real spanking. I won't hesitate for a second, either. Got it?"

  "Let go of my hand!" Baylor jerked away.

  "My turn." Hayden frowned, firmly holding her chin in his hand and making her look at him. "I don't know what this tantrum is about, nor do I care. This is going to be done either way, and you have the choice—whether it'll be with or without a blistered backside."

  "I'm too old for this!"

  "Both of us have had anal sex with you. We are much larger than this little thermometer. What's your problem?" Jake asked.

  "It's humiliating."

  "And getting your bottom paddled isn't? That is quite enough from you. Jake, hold her over your lap. It's too early in the morning for this nonsense. The sun isn't even up yet."

  "No!" Baylor yelled as Jake pulled her across his lap and skinned down the sheets to expose her naked bottom.

  "Ow! Did you just bite me?" Jake asked.

  "Let me go!" She howled as his hand smacked loudly across the center of her bottom. "You rat bastard!"

  "Really?" Jake questioned calmly. He began to spank vigorously, his rock-hard hand landing time and time again to thoroughly scorch the same spots of her behind before moving to another area.

  Baylor did not hold back in her fight to escape him—kicking and pummeling him with her fists while shouting profanities. Her angry and frustrated tears soaked the mattress below her face as she screamed out her protests about the medical care, his high-handedness, and the lack of fairness involved.

  Jake's spanks were tireless, each one building upon another as he grimly set about the task at hand.

  "I can keep this up much longer than you can, Baylor. How much are you willing to take before you start to exercise some manners and do as you are told? This spanking will continue until I hear a sincere apology for both your rudeness and this tantrum."

  "I'm sorry," she cried, exhausted by her struggles. "I'm sorry."

  Both Jake and Hayden remained silent as she sobbed across his lap. Hayden prepared the thermometer for insertion, applying a large dollop of Vaseline on the end before he had Jake pry her clenched bottom apart to expose her tiny, pink rosebud. Baylor was pinned in place with his left forearm leaning against her hot back and the same hand spreading her cheeks wide. Jake followed his brother's instruction and placed some lubricant on his finger, then began to gently massage it into the tight hole.

  Hayden leaned across to urge the bulb of the thermometer into her small entryway, sliding it back and forth to help her get used to the feel of the invasion.

  Baylor sniffled in protest as the rod was maneuvered into her body and then held firmly in place by Jake's hot hand.

  "Like it or not, you are going to accept the fact that we both care enough about you to say 'no' when it's needed. We will also show our love for you by our consistency," Hayden said, patting her bottom. "Leave that in for five minutes."

  "No…" She continued to cry into the sheets.

  "I can't believe that you're having such a fit. There is absolutely no reason for it other than you being stubborn, tired and irritable. I wished you hadn't provoked me to spank you so hard, but you are never to bite me," Jake said.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy," Baylor said, her voice muffled in her arms.

  "So am I. Now lie here and be quiet."

  The minutes ticked by slower than she could imagine. True, the instrument caused neither pain nor discomfort, but the humiliation was horrid. Having anal sex was one thing—it required arousal and being lost in the lustfulness of the moment. But this?

  "All done," Hayden announced eventually, pulling the glass stick from its warm abode. "Not bad. 99.9. We'll just keep an eye on her."

  "I also think that we need to indulge in some obedience training. I am not going to deal with tantrums like this every time we need to take care of her," Jake said, lifting Baylor's damp, sweaty body into his arms, holding her closely as she hiccupped. "Let's get back to sleep. You, young lady, are not to leave this bed for any reason. Daddy Hayden and I will get you anything you need. Just tell us."

  "Rub my bottom. Please? It really hurts," her childlike voice pleaded.

  "No, honey. That is going to stay tender for a while longer. She bit me." Jake showed Hayden the mark on his thigh.

  "Don't be a pussy. She didn't break the skin. But I do agree. A toasted bottom needs to stay warm for a while to give the recipient a little something to think about."

  "She is certainly going to be given a lot to think about these next couple of days," Jake said, rocking the girl in his arms.

  Baylor fought to stay awake to listen to the rest of the conversation, instinctively knowing that she would not like the direction it was taking.

  "I'm going to pick up a dilation set tomorrow and teach our little girl about obedient submission," Jake went on.

  "I want to play as well. I've never done stretching before," Hayden said.

  "Sure. One thing, though," Jake placed the half-asleep woman back on the pillows and covered her naked body with a sheet, "we will not have another temper tantrum like this one."

  "I should say not," Hayden agreed.

  "It's not fair," Baylor mumbled, sleep slowly taking over.

  ***

  Baylor faced a repeat of events the following morning when Hayden reappeared with his jar of Vaseline and the rectal thermometer.

  Without a word, Jake pulled her across his lap and quickly separated her buttocks. He dipped a lubricated finger into her tight bottom hole, spending a little more time than necessary as he played with the ring of muscles.

  "This is so damn humiliating," Baylor grumbled, earning herself a series of hard, exacting smacks on her still red, still sore bottom. She cringed when Hayden slowly slid the glass up into her rectum, holding her breath and clenching her muscles against the hold Jake kept upon her. She whimpered as Hayden twirled the thermometer within her as he worked it inside.

  "You need to relax," he scolded, pulling it out and landing three sharp smacks across her rear. Jake spread her cheeks again and held her in place as Hayden twisted the little device inside her, then held it in place himself.

  The degree of humiliation grew as Jake kept her cheeks spread instead of releasing them as before. She felt so vulnerable and exposed, knowing that every pink inch of her body was under scrutiny. The embarrassment increased as the two of them discussed how moist she was becoming during the process.

  "Look at this," Hayden said, dipping his finger between her legs. "I don't know why she complains so much, this is obviously arousing her."

  "Maybe the protests are part of the foreplay?" Jake added, using his right hand to part the lips of her pussy to get a better view. "You're right. She is positively dripping."

  "I bet we could use that harness we bought a while ago to keep these cheeks spread apart for us. I would love to have unlimited access to th
is beautiful little entrance," Hayden mused, twirling the thermometer inside her once again.

  "Yeah, let's do that. Once she is feeling better, we can have a day where she's restrained and opened for us. Would you like that, Bay?" Jake asked.

  She shook her head, jumping as he flicked her clit.

  "Liar. I know your body… and it is telling me that you would be thrilled."

  "Good, no fever," Hayden announced, removing the instrument. "Let's still keep her in bed today. Tylenol every six hours and lots of fluids."

  "I'll get her dressed and we can take her back to the big house," Jake said.

  Baylor's opinions were dismissed in the events that followed. She was put into a long, pink flannel nightgown with ruffled trim and matching pink slippers (both compliments of Uncle Terry); her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and tied with a pink ribbon, then she was carried to the 'big' house and placed on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa and the remote control.

  Terry fussed over her as though she were made of bone china. He brushed her hair into a French braid, brought her snacks, rubbed her cold feet and was constantly checking her forehead for fever.

  "Where's Matt?" Baylor finally asked.

  "He'll be back in a while. He said he had a mission," Jake said, sitting on her other side.

  "Is he okay? You paddled him hard, didn't you?" she asked Terry with concern.

  "Yep. My boy is sitting pretty today," Terry answered proudly.

  "It was my fault, though. You shouldn't have punished him," she said.

  "You amaze me," Terry said suddenly. "You are the first Little I've been around who didn't make the comment that he is a grown man and should not be paddled like a little boy."

  "But he is your little boy, right? I see how you treat him at times, and he was clearly in teenage mode last night when he was messing with me. Why do you look so surprised? After living around this fiasco, did you think I would be shocked? I'm more concerned for him."

  "You don't need to be concerned. He's fine. And yes, he is my Little at times," Terry assured her. "Your daddy is making your favorite breakfast and I have blueberry muffins in the oven. I want you to eat up and then we can either watch cartoons or color, okay?"

  "I don't like cartoons," Baylor said.

  "What?" Terry feigned horror, placing his hands on both sides of his face and mimicking 'The Scream' by Edvard Munch.

  "Your face is gonna freeze that way." Baylor poked him in the side. "No, I don't like cartoons. I do like Disney, though."

  "Disney? I have everything," Terry said with an exaggerated look of relief, making her giggle. "What's your favorite?"

  "I like them all. Mulan?"

  Terry grinned. "I love Mulan. And her hot boyfriend. I will be right back."

  "You just made Uncle Terry very happy, little one." Jake kissed her temple. "How are you feeling?"

  "Groggy and worn down, but okay."

  "Good. I have some errands to run after breakfast, so you will have to be with Uncle Terry and Daddy Hayden without me for a bit."

  "Is Matt coming back home?"

  "You're really worried about him, aren't you? Here," he handed her the phone, "give him a call."

  She dialed, and wrinkled her face when the phone rang several times before going to voicemail. "He's not answering. He hates me," Baylor said with tears in her eyes, feeling her eight-year-old persona ache with the rejection.

  "I promise that he does not hate you. He doesn't even know it was you making the call. Give me that," Jake said, taking the phone from her and dialing. "Matt? Will you please call your baby sister and tell her that you aren't angry with her? She's letting her imagination run wild."

  "Why would I be angry with her?" Matt asked, walking into the room.

  Baylor rushed into his arms. "I'm so sorry I got you in trouble. Please forgive me."

  "You didn't get me in trouble. My own reaction did. No biggie. Hey, why are you crying? And you are dressed in a nightie. Are you sick? Oh, my God—did I get her sick?"

  "Calm down. She had a little chill last night and it was taken care of," Jake said.

  "Damn it. I'm sorry, honey." Matt kissed her temple. "I forget how delicate you are."

  "I am not delicate!"

  "You are to me. I got you a present. Go sit on the couch, and close your eyes."

  Baylor's hands flew over her mouth at the sight of the giant stuffed bear in his arms.

  "Dude!" Hayden shook his head as he dished out breakfast onto plates. "That thing is bigger than she is."

  "Do you like it?" Matt asked, raising his eyebrows in concern.

  "He's beautiful. Oh, thank you!" she squealed, launching herself into his arms and kissing all over his face. "It's the most wonderful present ever. You are the best big brother in the whole world."

  "Will you forgive me for provoking you?"

  "Will you forgive me for smashing cauliflower in your face?"

  "I hate cauliflower too, by the way," Matt admitted, spinning her around.

  "Next time," she whispered, "let's smoosh it in Uncle Terry's face."

  "I'm with you." Matt giggled back, squeezing her before putting her feet back on the ground. "Are those cheesy eggs and blueberry muffins? Let's eat. I'm starving!"

  Baylor had to admit that her 'baby day' was more enjoyable than she had imagined it would be. After Jake had left to run his errands, the other three men watched movies with her, colored, played board games, and cuddled her to her heart's content. Everything went well… until Terry made the announcement that it was nap time.

  Baylor hated taking naps. Even when she was really sick, she saw naps as the thieves of precious time. Fully immersed in her 'eight-year-old' self, she reacted. "I'm not taking a nap! I'm not tired, and it's not fair."

  "Sweetheart, you've had a long morning, and we didn't get much sleep last night. Daddy will lie down with you, okay?" Hayden said, stroking her hair.

  She crossed her arms and shook her head. "No. If you're tired, you can go by yourself."

  "Baylor Anne Parish," Terry interjected. "Nap time is non-negotiable. Neither is your set bedtime, which will be enforced starting today. You need your rest."

  "I'm not old like you. I can go without sleeping for a long time." She pouted.

  "Ha ha, she called you old," Matt said, chuckling.

  Terry looked at him darkly. "Would you like a repeat of last night, mister? No? Then put a sock in it. Young lady, you are going to bed."

  "You can't make me sleep if I'm not tired." Baylor stared at him.

  "This brattiness is unacceptable. Would you like a time out for a while to think about your attitude?"

  "A time out? Are you serious?" She rolled her eyes.

  "You've had your nose put in the corner before, and I will see it put there again," Terry told her.

  "Daddy! Tell him that I don't need a nap!"

  "This is between you and Uncle Terry, honey. I could use a nap myself, actually." Hayden suppressed a yawn. "I'm warning you, though. If you earn yourself a spanking, I don't want to hear any complaints."

  "It's not fair!" Baylor stomped her foot and crossed her arms.

  "You are cranky and irritable, little girl. Come on, it's time to sleep," Terry said, swooping her up in his muscular arms and carrying her up to Hayden's bedroom. He put her on the bed and pointed a finger at her. "You are not to leave this bed for at least an hour. If you do, your bottom will pay the price."

  Baylor stuck her tongue out at him, then pulled away from his kiss. With a sigh, he left the room.

  She was out of bed before Hayden had a chance to join her.

  "What are you doing? Don't you understand that Uncle Terry isn't playing here? He's going to spank your behind for this. Go back to bed," Hayden said, turning her around and leading her back to the room. "Just lie down and cuddle me for an hour. It won't kill you."

  "It's a matter of principle," she responded.

  "Sweetheart, I am exhausted. Please, be a good girl and rest with me."
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  "No," Baylor protested. "I'm going to go get my tablet and entertain myself."

  "It's your bottom, baby. Don't say I didn't warn you."

  "He won't know unless you tell on me," she said, slipping out the door. She tiptoed down the stairs, peeking around the corners. Terry and Matt were on the couch watching TV. With a relieved breath, Baylor snuck out the front door and collided with Jake.

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  "I, uh, well…"

  "Shouldn't you be taking a nap about now? Get back in the house. You are still in your nightgown, and should not be running around outside."

  "I don't want to take a nap. Daddy," she clung to his arm, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "Please don't tell Uncle Terry that you saw me. Please?"

  Jake frowned. "Where's Hayden?"

  "He's in his room. He wanted me to lie down with him but I'm not sleepy. I was just going to go get my tablet and then go back and sit with him."

  Jake lifted an eyebrow. "Let me get this straight. Uncle Terry told you to take a nap. Hayden knows that you're sneaking out to get your computer. What did he say to that?"

  Baylor looked at the ground. "He said it's my bottom and that he warned me."

  "You're in trouble, you know."

  "Please don't say anything. I hate naps."

  Jake put the bag down and took her hands in his. "This is an issue we need to take care of, darling. You have not gotten the concept of obeying us into your thick little skull. I'm not going to disrespect Uncle Terry by lying to him or overriding his orders when I know they are for the best. Come on."

  "No!" She smacked his arm as he reached for her hand.

  "That's enough, young lady." Jake grasped her wrist and led her into the house. "Terry? Look what I found outside."

  "I hate you!" Baylor hissed.

  Jake grinned, unbothered by the outbreak. "I think you're about to find something else to hate, my love."

  "Didn't I warn you not to leave that bed when I put you into it?" Terry demanded, hands on his hips.

  Baylor was not feeling submissive or reasonable at that point. She ignored all the gestures Matt was sending her behind Terry's back, silently telling her to be quiet, stop, and surrender. He finally threw his hands up, placed them on top of his head and turned away.