Guardian Domination Page 11

  “Can I speak to Jace? Is he home?” she sobbed. I handed the phone to Jace and waited.

  “Gayle? What’s happening? What? Oh no, are you alright? Okay, Hon, calm down. We’ll be down to pick you up in a few minutes. No, it’s no problem, I’m here for you. Shhh, it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of everything,” Jace said, picking up his wallet and keys as he spoke.

  He hung up the phone and turned to me, “Throw some shoes on; we need to pick up Gayle at the campus police station. She got caught smoking pot on campus.”

  “Is she in trouble?” I asked timidly.

  “I’m afraid so. Big trouble. She’ll be visiting The Room.”

  I swallowed hard as I noticed the dangerous glint in his eyes. I was so glad it wasn’t for me, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Gayle. I adored her and how she treated me like a little sister, often taking me shopping, to the movies, and hanging out when the boys had to go on the road. I had assumed the reason we got along so well was due to the common bond of being spanked by the same men.

  “I thought you liked Gayle,” I said slowly.

  “Going into The Room doesn’t mean I don’t like or care about someone. I care about all my subs, believe it or not. It is just part of the psychological discipline that needs to be present. Remember how that room terrified you? How cold and heartless it was?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, fiddling with my hands. “I would never want to be taken there.”

  “Exactly. That is the place where only discipline occurs. It’s not supposed to be inviting or warm.” He explained further, “If I ever had to take you down there, you would not receive your cuddles until we got back upstairs. But you would still get them.”

  “Will Gayle?”

  “Yes. But not until I’m ready to give them to her.”

  He pulled into the station and I followed him inside where he signed a bunch of papers and waited patiently for the officer to bring Gayle out. She looked terrible. She had been crying, and her hair was not brushed and her clothes rumpled.

  She threw herself into Jace’s arms, thanking him and telling him she was sorry at the same time. I watched, thinking how many times I’ve done the same thing.

  Gayle hugged me too before we got in the car. “Hey, Kid, I’m real sorry. What I did was wrong and I wish you didn’t have to know about it.”

  “I’m not a child, Gayle,” I said firmly, sitting next to her. “I’ve been around. As long as you’re okay.”

  Gayle nodded, “I am now. Jace, do you mind if I shower when we get home? I reek.”

  “Ask me properly.”

  “But Celeste…”

  “She is well aware of the situation and the circumstance. Show her how a proper sub would behave.”

  I stared at Jace. I had never witnessed him in full Dom mode and it sent tremors down my back. Gayle’s too.

  “She knows?”

  “Everything. Now, ask properly.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, may I shower when we get home?”

  “You may. You may also take Celeste into the back and cut bundles.”

  “Sir!”

  “What’s that?” I asked, seeing terror written on Gayle’s pretty face. I knew it wasn’t good, but what I didn’t know was why I had to help. Jace was probably teaching another lesson.

  “You heard me. And you can explain to Celeste what you are doing and why. I will not have anyone be such a poor example to her. You’re how old?”

  “Twenty-five, Sir,” Gayle whispered, looking down. I was fascinated as I watched her respond in the same exact way I did!

  “Three bundles of eight, plus one, then,” Jace said decisively, opening the car door for us to exit. “Celeste, go with her.”

  “Am I in trouble for something?” I asked nervously.

  His face softened and he kissed my forehead lovingly. “For once, my love, not at all. I just want you to remember this as much as Gayle will if you ever become so tempted. Now go.”

  Gayle held my hand as we went to the cottage so she could shower. I could tell she was terrified and needed some company. Maybe that was another reason Jace had me go with her.

  “Are you scared?” I asked.

  She nodded. “I’ve never been birched before. And I’ve never seen him so angry.”

  That was strange, he didn’t seem angry to me. Maybe I was missing something. “What’s he gonna do?” I asked.

  She told me and I was seized with fear, unbelieving that Jace could be so cruel.

  Gayle hugged me close, trying to calm her own pounding heart. “Shhh, I’ll be alright. He’d never harm me. And I deserve it. I just feel like you're being punished too. God, Kid, I’m so sorry. I swear, I will never do this again. It was stupid and I hurt people I care about. I need to be a better example to you, especially since you are exposed to this lifestyle.”

  “Gayle? What’s Subspace? Can you get there when you’re being punished?” I blurted.

  Gayle looked surprised, “How do you know about Subspace?”

  I told her what had happened and what Jace had said, then again asked her if she could achieve that place so she wouldn’t feel her punishment that badly.

  “Oh, Honey,” Gayle chuckled, touching my face, “if only I could. You’re right, you do stop feeling. But we have to be transported there and Jace is too experienced to allow me the privilege of pleasure. We can talk about this later. I need to make sure it’s okay with Jace that we discuss it.”

  When she went into the bathroom, I ventured into the little office where Mark’s PC sat. Hmmm, password… okay, he was a dork… that was it! I typed… He-man. Grinning, the screen came on. I typed as fast as I could, reading, searching, reading more. It was fascinating and, at the same time, confusing.

  Gayle came in as I was shutting down. “You were on Mark’s computer?” she sounded shocked.

  I made a face, “Yeah, so what?”

  “Did he give his permission?”

  “Didn’t ask him. No big deal.”

  Gayle shook her head. “That’s your call. You should tell him, though, before he gets back.”

  “Don’t need to, I didn’t download anything. Why are you so uptight?”

  “He keeps tabs on things like that. We are all off limits to his computer,” she said, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. By 'we', I was assuming his subs. I asked how many he had. She shrugged.

  “I don’t know, that’s not my business. And it’s not yours, either. Stop being so nosy.” She smiled, elbowing me and picking up two pairs of pruning shears from the kitchen drawer. I followed her outside, figuring we would stop at the same tree that Jace had made me cut the switches last time. She kept walking to the other side of the property and paused by the willow trees near the streambed. With a sad look, she showed me how to choose the right length and width and then had me help her peel them until they were smooth.

  I was confused once again. I asked her how she knew so much if she had not been through this. Gayle explained that Mark had trained her in the beginning regarding the implements and how to prepare them if they were ever needed.

  Trained?

  She saw my expression and smiled sweetly. “I see that word got to you. It’s a good thing, not a bad one. Everyone is trained in one way or another. How to act, how to perform, how to work. It’s just a term that subbys use to explain how we're taught.”

  “It’s sounds barbaric.”

  “With some Doms, it can be. Those are the ones who get off on hurting others. Jace calls them wannabes and they're just plain sadistic. Jace and Mark are immersed in D&S, not BDSM, so they really focus on the care, nurturing and elements to improve us. That’s what makes them the best.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “Dominance and Submission is about the relationship, while BDSM is more about the action. They can both overlap, but ultimately, the D&S relationship requires growth and maturing. Mark introduced it to me when I was younger, just by being protective and teaching me the consequen
ces of poor choices.”

  “Are you in love with Mark?” I asked softly.

  Her eyes glistened as she nodded. “Yeah, but don’t say anything to him, please? I would simply die if he didn’t feel the same way,” she pleaded.

  I promised I wouldn’t, wondering how he did feel about her. He always had a special look in his eye when he saw her or spoke about her.

  “Gayle, if you and Mark, let’s say, got married…. Would you keep doing this?”

  “I wouldn’t marry him unless we did. I need that kind of strength and respect in a marriage and would never be happy unless I knew he was strong enough to guide me,” she said firmly.

  I pondered that statement, realizing that I, too, would never be satisfied with being uncared for ever again, even if an expression of caring resulted in an occasional sore bottom.

  After we stripped the switches, we returned to the cottage where Gayle bundled them into three groups of eight and then wrapped duct tape around the base. They looked evil. Gayle sighed, “Well, might as well go face the music. Oh, and by the way, I won’t tell Mark you were on the computer.”

  “Thanks,” I said.

  She got a little glint in her eye and beckoned to me. She pointed to the desk in the office. “One stroke. Bend over the desk.”

  Playing along, I did what she told me. I shrieked when the one stroke of the bundle landed over my shorts. I got up and looked at her with wide eyes. “OHMYGOD, that hurts! How are you going to stand it?”

  “I won’t. And I’m not skilled in slow torture like Jace is. My butt is hamburger. Come on, Kiddo. Be my support.” She was trying so hard to be strong in my eyes, but I saw her terror clearly. I gulped as she approached Jace, handed him the bundles, and then kneeled before him, begging forgiveness.

  Jace patted her head then lifted her chin. “I’m going to have Celeste watch the first half as a deterrent, so we will stay up here. Then you and I will go down into The Room.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, lowering her eyes.

  Jace looked at me carefully. “I do not want to traumatize you, but to teach you a lesson. Do you remember what your switching felt like?”

  I nodded, feeling the blood drain from my face as he swished the bundle in the air before smacking it twice in his palm.

  “Good job on this, young lady,” he said to Gayle, smiling down at her proudly as she waited, still on her knees. She blushed and looked pleased. I knew that feeling; his praise always made me glow.

  He looked back at me. “You are to tell me immediately if you start to panic, get scared, or feel anything that might send you running. I am not going to harm her. The only reason I'm having you observe is so that your curiosity is satiated and you remember that everybody in this world suffers the consequences of poor choices, in one way or another. Do you think you’ll be okay?”

  “Gayle, do you want me to stay?” I floundered between the desire to leave and the curiosity I felt.

  “Gayle lost her right to choose when she broke the law and became a little jail bird,” Jace said strictly. Gayle faced the ground, hot tears already in her eyes.

  I felt so sorry for her. “Jace, couldn’t you, you know, just spank her with your hand and that brush?”

  “I could, but I won’t. And Gayle knows it wouldn’t be right either, would it?”

  “No, Sir. I deserve this.”

  Jace instructed me to sit in the recliner so that I had full view of Gayle’s face as she was bent over the back of the Royal Lounge. He brought in a full-length dressing mirror to place behind him, and another large stand up mirror that he put on the large coffee table in front of her. He then ordered her to keep her head up and watch what he was doing before gently lifting her blouse out of the way and smoothly pulling down her jeans. He patted her bottom then set a yellow piece of paper in front of her.

  “This is your arrest form and conditions of probation. You could have gotten kicked out of college and lost your Master’s degree for this. You had a fine of $500 to keep you enrolled which you will pay me back plus interest,” Jace’s voice boomed without even raising it, sounding like an echo through the house. He also seemed to double in size.

  I shrunk back in the recliner. He continued, “Interest starts today. The first ten are for making me come down there on a Sunday afternoon when I could have been spending time with my girls. Start counting.”

  Gayle’s face scrunched in pain as he landed the first stroke over her panties. She counted loudly, adding a ‘sir’ after each. I was amazed, and impressed, by how she managed to stay in one place, keep her face up, and not cry. After those ten, Jace, slid her panties down to her ankles and told her to step out of them. He spread her feet about ten inches apart and pushed her further over the back of the Lounge, fully exposing her sit spots, the back of her thighs and a completely shaved pussy. I squinted… was that a clit ring?

  Jace glanced at me and winked.

  Already, Gayle’s skin was turning a dark pink. Jace rested the tips of the bundle on her bottom before lifting it high in the air and thrashing it neatly across both cringing globes. Gayle screeched, shaking her head and pounding her fists on the couch as he proceeded to birch her bare bottom. It took thirty strokes before she began to sob, yet she still maintained her position and held her head up. My mouth hung open in awe, wondering how she could be so controlled. I also had to admit that I admired her, and could see Jace’s approval of her obedience.

  Jace paused to give her a moment to catch her breath and inspect for damage. Her bottom was a dark, angry red with thin welts striped across, but no blood had been drawn. I felt myself grow angry at her treatment and turned to glare at him coldly.

  He raised an eyebrow, noticing my reaction. “Gayle, do you feel as though you’ve had enough? You may go if you feel you have.”

  “No, Sir, I haven’t been thoroughly punished,” she answered sincerely.

  “Remember when you brought the strap into your room after the roaming incident?” Jace asked me. I understood. Gayle still felt guilty. She hadn’t yet been about to forgive herself. “We will do 10 more and then you will go down to The Room where we will finish conducting our business,” Jace commanded.

  The bundle was a blur as he swiped it briskly across her bruised bottom and thighs, placing his hand on the small of her back to force her to stay in place. He patted her back when finished and watched her silently pick up her jeans and panties and head downstairs, unashamed of her glowing rear-end.

  Jace sat on the couch to look at me. “You okay? You can see she is not being harmed.”

  “Does she really like that?”

  “She’s not a masochist. She’s a little girl in a woman’s body. No, she hates it. But it’s the only thing that really makes her feel clean. It’s healthier than using drugs or alcohol, which only covers up problems and brings on more. We’ll talk more later,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips before picking up the bundles and making his way downstairs.

  I touched my lips, still feeling his mouth gently caressing me. The time for talking was drawing near. I had question and I wanted answers… now more than ever. Why would anyone really have such a need that they would request such severe methods? I watched the giant clock on the wall, wondering how long it would be before Gayle felt ‘cleansed’.

  About twenty minutes later, Mark called. He had gotten a message on his cell from Gayle, and was worried since it sounded like she had been crying.

  Reluctantly, I told him about the arrest and with some probing, I gave in and told him the details of Jace’s birching and him making me help. I also blurted out my confusion about the whole thing, the questions I had about Subspace, and that I got onto his computer without permission for which I received one nasty lash of the bundle from Gayle.

  Mark was quiet for a moment. “Okay, we’ll talk about all your questions when I get home. I never told you to stay off my computer, so I can’t be upset with you for that. Just not again. Have Gayle call me when she can, will you?”


  “Are you mad at Jace?”

  “No, Sweetheart, not at all. I just wish I was there. Jace’s going to flay her and she’s gonna need lots of loves after. Just like you do.”

  “I’m sure he’ll take care of her. He adores her. Mark, I need to ask you something. Are you in love with Gayle?”

  “Yeah, I am.” There was no hesitation.

  “Okay, then stop being such a dickhead and tell her. She loves you too. Don’t fuck this up, I like her,” I ordered.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m thinking about asking her to marry me.”

  “Really? You wouldn’t move though, would you?” the panic started to rise.

  Mark laughed. “Nah, you’re stuck with me. We’ll stay in the cottage. Jace already gave his blessing on that. By the way, you're in trouble for the swearing, Youngster.”

  “So what else is new?” I heard voices. “They’re coming back up. Do you want to talk to Jace?”

  I went over to Gayle who was kneeling at the couch, still crying into her arms on the cushions. She was fully dressed, but looked like hell. I reached my arm around to hug her. “This is from Mark,” I said softly. She cried into my shoulder, shaking hard, and apologizing over and over again for being such a bad example for me. I guess Jace really drove that home.

  I stroked her hair and gave her tissues, not knowing how to help and looking desperately at Jace for advice. He hung up the phone, sat on the couch, and pulled her onto his lap, hugging and holding her tight while she cried into his neck. I watched, fascinated again and, yes, proud of Jace and how wonderful he was to comfort her in this way.

  When he excused himself to take Gayle back to the cottage for a nap, I followed them with my eyes. I thought of what Gayle had shared with me about wanting to continue this lifestyle in her marriage. I could never imagine Jace being any other way… To do so would be to change him. As for me… it was becoming easier to accept that this was how things were in his home and I had no desire to leave.

  Chapter Eleven

  Distractions

  The day Mark returned from his trip, the boys decided that it was time for a ‘family’ meeting. Yawning, I met them out on the deck where Gayle sat, still uncomfortably, next to Mark while Jace lounged back in his chair.