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  "I can't do that!" May looked horrified.

  "Consider it. I rarely use my hand when I administer discipline, Maybelle. My implement of choice is the belt. Unless you really want to discover what that feels like on a bare bottom, you will do as I suggested."

  May did not respond as she lowered her cheek onto his open palm and held it against her face. She closed her eyes, and with a deep, slightly shaky sigh, she slept.

  Chapter 5

  May grumbled, looking out the living room window at the rainstorm. She turned to Layton.

  "I'm bored."

  "I'm sorry, kid, but I have work to do."

  "You always have work to do," May complained. She plopped on the couch, turned on the TV, and began channel surfing.

  "May? I'm trying to concentrate. Please look at the channel guide and pick one thing."

  "There's nothing on."

  "Read a book."

  "Not in the mood."

  "Play a video game."

  "They're lame."

  Layton placed his papers on the coffee table. "What do you want from me?"

  "Nothing."

  "Okay, well, until you figure it out, how about you go up to your room."

  "I'm going to take a walk."

  "Take an umbrella along with you and come back in immediately if you see lightning. I don't want to have to go looking for you. May? Did you hear me?"

  "Yeah, I heard you," May muttered, walking outside. The warm drops pelted her in sheets, soaking her to the skin within seconds as she stomped through some puddles and headed in the direction of the lake.

  On impulse, she climb into the little aluminum fishing boat and paddled out from the shore. Closing her eyes to the rain, May lost herself to the sound of the drops splashing against the surface of the lake, and the rumbling of thunder in the distance.

  It had been two weeks since the Marshalls had invaded her life. Two weeks since she was introduced to the sense of safety and love which she now called home. Two weeks since her last nightmare. She'd never expected to feel the need to have anyone in her life, other than her horse, yet every day with the 'boys' made her feel more content and happy.

  A loud clap of thunder startled her, and she looked around frantically. The wind had pushed the little boat to the center of the large body of water. She snarled as she looked at the stern; Layton had removed the motor to repair it earlier that week. Swearing repeatedly, she tossed the oars into the water and began to row against the wind towards the shoreline.

  The waves pushed against her and May finally gave up. She sat helplessly as the storm fell around her, jumping every time the thunder roared.

  "If the storm doesn't kill me, Layton will," she bemoaned. The wind and waves eventually drove her across the edge of the lake, about a mile from the house. Grumbling to herself, May tied the boat to a tree with the docking rope, and started on her journey back home. A deafening crack made her turn suddenly, and her eyes fell to the spot where the seat cushion had been reduced to a blackened mess.

  "Fuck!" May yelled, taking off in a dead run. Her lungs hurt and her teeth were chattering by the time she barged into the house.

  "Have you been outside? I thought I told you—May!" Layton exclaimed, tossing his work down and rushing to her side. "Let me get you a towel. Your lips are blue."

  "S-s-so cooold." May shivered as he pulled a towel from the downstairs bathroom and wrapped it around her.

  "I'll run you a hot bath. How long have you been outside?"

  "Since I l-left. I'm s-sorry," she trembled, following him upstairs. "The cushion is dead."

  "What are you talking about? Sit down," Layton ordered, wrapping another towel around her body. He started the tub, pouring a cup of lavender bath salts under the faucet, followed by a cup of bubble bath.

  "Remember when you said to ask you for a spanking if I ever felt insecure with you?" May trembled.

  "I do," Layton said, his hands on his hips.

  "I should have asked instead of going outside. I went into the boat and it got pushed across the lake. I got out and, like a second later, it was struck by lightning."

  Layton's jaw twitched as he stared down at her.

  "Say something," May begged.

  "I'm going to go make you a cup of hot tea, and you are going to soak that cold out of your body. Afterwards, I am going to make certain that you never feel insecure again. Understood?"

  May nodded, hanging her head. Layton lifted her chin and stared into her eyes before he shook his head. "I'll be right back."

  May was still in the same spot when he returned. "You're shaking like a leaf. Stand up."

  She did not resist him as he peeled the wet clothes from her body and firmly took her elbow to help her into the hot water. After making certain she was settled in, he turned to leave.

  "Layton?"

  "What?" He paused in the doorway, his back to her.

  "I know you're mad at me, but could you please wash my back?"

  Layton hesitated, took a deep breath, and turned back around. He pulled the dressing stool next to the tub. "Turn over."

  May tilted her head, confused. He snapped his fingers. "You heard me, turn over."

  May slowly rolled to her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. She felt her bottom bob above the water level as he reached down to grab the washcloth. Ever so gently, Layton ran the soapy cloth over her back, around her shoulders, and down to her hips.

  "It's okay," she said softly. "I just need to be touched right now. In a parental sort of way."

  Layton sighed with relief and resumed his washing. He worked his way back to her shoulders and dropped the washcloth back into the water. He began to knead her muscles with strong, talented fingers, using the soap to slip easily back and forth across her skin.

  "How's that?" he asked.

  "It feels nice. I need to sit up. My neck is getting a crick in it."

  May turned around and slumped in the bubbles to hide her body, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. What was she doing?

  "Lean back and I'll wash your hair."

  "Layton?"

  "What, baby? His mood had softened tremendously.

  "I don't want to cause any problems between you and Caine."

  "Why would you worry about that?" The washcloth was retrieved again and worked its way over her small, pert breasts and across her flat tummy.

  "I like both of you. A lot. It's just…"

  "May, I need to fill you in on a little secret between my brother and myself. We share everything. Literally." He locked eyes with her.

  "You do? Even women?"

  "Especially women. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I married my ex," Layton admitted, moving the washcloth across her groin and to her left thigh. "I got involved with her as a rebound relationship after Caine and I broke up with a shared lover. I was so damaged by what the first bitch had done to me that I married another one just like her. I didn't even realize it until it was over. Never again."

  "I'm sorry," May said sympathetically. She closed her eyes as Layton picked up her right foot and began to massage it. "You have nice hands."

  "Remember that statement when you feel them later," Layton informed her. "You'll be wishing that you stayed out in the rain."

  "Don't I get props for confessing my stupidity?"

  "Of course you do. It is because of that confession and the request you made that I'm not taking my belt to your backside."

  May was quiet, reaching for the tea cup and sipping the fresh peppermint brew. She opened her eyes to look at the handsome man paying homage to her bubble-covered feet.

  "I misjudged you. I'm so sorry."

  "We can only come to conclusions based on our own perceptions, May. I misjudged you as well. I'm sorry, too."

  "You're really a special guy. Can I keep you?" May purred.

  Layton kissed the sole of her foot. "Forever, as long as Caine is part of the package."

  "I wouldn't dream of anything less."

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nbsp; Quite wrinkled, and adequately warm, May was paraded to her room wrapped in a towel. Layton stood in the doorway. "Get your pajamas on and dry your hair. When you are done, I want you to come downstairs, pull down your pants and bend yourself over my knee. I'm right-handed, so make certain you turn yourself in the correct direction."

  "Yes, sir," May said quietly. She watched him close the door and released a sigh. Her body shivered, but this time in anticipation. Would the spanking hurt? Yes, certainly, but how different would it feel compared to Caine's spanking? She could not ignore the warm rush of fluid between her legs and the aching of her pussy as she painted a picture of the events to come. She added the presence of Caine to her mind, watching as Layton spanked her bottom to a vivid claret.

  May leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, and her fingers drifted to her naked body as the towel slipped silently to the floor. She drew her fingertips lightly up to the sides of her breasts before brushing them back down, leaving goose bumps following the tickling sensation. Her fingers trailed over her stomach and hips, then returned to her breasts and her stiff, sensitive nipples. She pinched them lightly and felt her thighs squeeze together, and then started to roll them between her fingers.

  May's breathing grew sharp as her hand began a second journey, sliding down once again between her legs. She spread her swollen lips apart with her left hand and dipped her index finger into her drenched sex. Slowly, she spread her slippery juices over her quivering clit and began to circle the tiny nub. She stopped using her left hand to hold herself open, and promoted it to more delicate work. First with one finger, then two, May began to fuck herself.

  Flinging her head against the wall, May slowly sank to the carpeted floor, burying a third finger into her hungry sheath. Her right hand tirelessly stroked, pinched and circled her engorged clit, faster and faster. She rocked her body against her soaking wet hand, the pressure on her clit growing harder and more intense. May captured a whimper in her throat as she felt her muscles grab at her fingers, with the need to be penetrated growing more powerful by the second.

  Then it happened. May felt her body open wide before grabbing her fingers and clamping down in a wondrous array of sensation. She drew her limbs to her chest and clenched her teeth to prevent her cry of pleasure from being heard by the man downstairs. The man waiting for her to come to him. The man who had ordered her to pull down her pants and lay bare-bottomed across his rock hard thighs for a thorough, old fashioned spanking.

  May's eyes opened slowly as she caught her breath. Satiated, she stood on wobbly legs, washed off the evidence of her self-pleasure, and dressed in lavender pin-striped cotton pajamas. She dried her hair and, on impulse, stuck it into two high ponytails. Satisfied with her appearance, May ventured downstairs.

  Layton beckoned to her when she appeared. Biting her lower lip, May stood to his right side and flushed as she pushed her pajama pants to her ankles. The top was too short to hide her sparsely furred pussy, and she felt her body tense as she began her descent over Layton's lap.

  "You were a very naughty little girl this afternoon," he said, resting his hand over her warm globes. "Weren't you?"

  "Yes, sir. I'm really sorry."

  "You are going to be sorry, since I have to be taking the time to spank this little bottom of yours. Do you know why I am taking the time out of my busy schedule to do this?"

  "No, sir."

  "Yes, you do. But I will say it. I'm taking this time to show you how much I really care about you, and your health and safety. Even though a spanking doesn't feel like it's a loving thing, I assure you that I only spank little girls who I care deeply about. You could have really been hurt today, Maybelle. That would have made me very, very sad."

  May felt her chest form a knot. "I'm sorry."

  Layton was not finished. "I've already lost so many people I cared about. Both you and I lost someone recently who we loved dearly. I have enough holes in my heart already. I could not stand to lose you, too."

  May felt the tears start to drip, and Layton had not even started the spanking!

  "I want your promise to never do anything that could take you away from me. My life would not mean a thing without my Maybelle."

  May was sobbing before the first smack registered in her mind, but when it did, she felt her body jolt. Layton did not hold back, and the furious slaps upon her delicate derrière fell with rapid intensity. He no longer spoke, resolute in his endeavor to send his little girl a message routed from her backend to her brain.

  "Layton!" May cried out, pushing her hands into his legs and arching her back. "Layton! No more! Stop!"

  Her thrashing and flailing was quickly reduced as Layton secured her ankles by hooking his right leg over them. May tried to reach back, only to have her hand captured and pinned underneath her. Layton's palm targeted her fleshy orbs with growing intensity, over and over again, until he was satisfied with both the color and the muffled apologies.

  He remained silent, pulling May to her feet. He kissed her forehead and studied her face. After a moment, he took her by the hand and escorted her to a corner.

  "Stay right there until Caine comes home."

  For once, May had no desire to challenge him. Her weeping lessened and she felt a peace settle over her heart. She knew, as he had promised, that Layton truly did care.

  Chapter 6

  "Let's go out and celebrate our one month anniversary," Layton announced over dinner. "My treat."

  "I think we should celebrate one month of our special girl staying out of trouble." Caine elbowed May, who sat next to him with a pout on her face.

  "Yeah, I've been an angel."

  "It depends on how you define trouble," Layton chuckled. "I recall a little incident just two weeks ago…"

  "Did you clean your room?" Caine interrupted.

  "Yes, Daddy," May said, wrinkling her nose.

  "I know you are being facetious when you call me that, but I like it. Immensely," he laughed. "So much so that I would really like it to be a regular thing."

  "Really?" Her face brightened.

  "Yes, really. Layton and I enjoy the terms when you are in your Middle-mode."

  "What's that?" May blinked.

  "That is when you take on the personality of a young teenager. Old enough to know better, but young enough not to think about the consequences," Layton laughed.

  "Have you noticed how much he laughs since you've come into our lives? Every time I turn around, there's a smile on his face. I really like seeing that, Bro," Caine commented.

  "I'm cute. What's not to smile about," May asked. On impulse, she picked up a dinner roll and pitched it across the table, striking Layton right between the eyes.

  "You didn't!"

  "No? Then who did? This guy," May poked Caine in the ribs, "can't hit the side of a barn. He throws like a girl!"

  "She's asking for it, isn't she?" Layton said to his brother.

  "Sure sounds like it."

  May jumped up and sped from them on a full run, barely missing Clara as she raced by. The two men followed in hot pursuit, leaving a confused, but amused, housekeeper in their wake. They caught up with May as she reached the sandy edge of the lake.

  "I swallowed a bug!" she coughed, as they tackled her to the ground. "No tickling!"

  "I'm going to do more than tickling," Layton announced. "I think it's time that I show her what a real spanking feels like."

  "No! It was only a bun!" May objected, as Layton pulled her up off the sand. "I was just playing. And I've had a real spanking by you. Remember?"

  "That was not a real spanking, but this one will be. Come along now," Layton said in a cheery tone as he led her to a picnic bench. "It's time to get your butt toasted."

  "No, please," May pleaded, uncertain if he was serious or playing.

  "Yes, please. Put your backside across my knee, young lady."

  May eyed him, hesitating to obey. She had grown to know the two men very well, and neither one carried the tell-tale sign
of annoyance on their face. Grumbling, she placed her stomach over the muscular platform.

  "You're a big meanie-head," she muttered half-heartedly.

  "And you are a naughty little girl, Maybelle Corinne. That means one thing…"

  May kicked wildly as he peeled her shorts down to the tops of her thighs. The tiny, pink cheeky panties followed, leaving him plenty of room to rest his large, warm hand.

  "No, Layton, stop!" May demanded, fighting not to laugh nervously.

  "Bad little girls get spankings on their bare bottoms. If you would have kept that roll on your plate instead of throwing it me, you wouldn't be getting spanked right now," Layton announced, smiling as his hand made full contact across May's backside.

  She shrieked for real, twisting to look at him. "Ow! Shit, Layton! That really hurt."

  "No cussing," he scolded, smacking her twice on the upper thigh.

  "Eek!" May squirmed, trying to avoid the sharp smacks, which found the crown of her bottom every time.

  "I love the shade of red on that gorgeous little bottom," Caine said, sitting on the top of the table to watch the show.

  "Layton, you need to stop!" May demanded.

  He paused at the unusual sound in her voice. "Why would I want to stop?"

  "Why?" she twisted to look at him. "Why? You're making me horny, dammit! Both of you make me want to explode. Are you that dense? If you aren't going to play with me, then let me go! Fuck!" May snorted, pinching Layton's leg.

  "What are you suggesting, May?" Caine asked. "Would you like to pursue a more physical relationship?"

  "No shit. OW!" May yelped as Layton smacked her bottom again.

  "Both of us? Together?" Caine pressed.

  "You both must think I am a fucking whore. Ow! Stoppp!"

  "Stop your swearing. We think nothing of the sort. We are very comfortable sharing a lover," Caine said. "We just haven't found the right girl to fill that place for us. Until now."

  "We need to take this elsewhere," Layton said to Caine.