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  "Miss Clara should be going home soon and we can have the whole house to ourselves," Caine said back, his voice tinged with excitement.

  "This will be continued. Just remember, my sweet," Layton stood May up, and adjusted her panties and shorts. "Be careful what you wish for."

  ***

  May wiped the palms of her hands across her shorts, nervously eyeing the two ruggedly handsome men sitting across from her at the table. Clara had made a peach pie for dessert, and chatted cheerfully with them as she poured their coffee. Would she ever leave? May thought, both excited and terrified. She had not been touched in an intimate manner since that horrible day over seven months ago, and she wasn't sure of how she would respond. But one thing was different—she trusted them. In fact, she had fallen in love—with both of them.

  She was appalled at the words that had blurted out of her mouth, but how else was she going to address her hidden desires? She loved being their little girl, but sometimes the big girl's needs had to be taken care of, too. She prayed that she wasn't making a mistake.

  "Stop fidgeting," Layton ordered, his gray eyes peering hungrily at her from over the edge of his cup.

  "Make me," May responded spontaneously.

  "Oh, I will, darling. I promise," he said with a wink. "We will finish what we started earlier."

  "Are you certain you want to take it to the next level?" Caine asked quietly, reaching across the table and catching her hand.

  May bit her lip and nodded nervously. "Yeah. I mean, if you do. Do you?"

  "More than you know, baby. We've been hoping that this would happen for a long time. We needed you to make the move, though. We didn't want you to feel forced or that we needed sexual intimacy before we could be a part of you."

  "I'm really embarrassed. I don't want you boys to think I'm easy or nothing."

  "Anything," Layton corrected. "We would never think poorly of you. Both of us have come to, well, care about you very much."

  May's heart sank. She wanted to be loved, not just cared for.

  Her slump was noticed. "What's on your mind, sweet face?" Caine asked.

  "Nothing."

  "Maybelle?" Layton interjected. "The word 'nothing' is neither an answer nor the truth. When a question is asked, Daddy and I expect an immediate and honest answer from you."

  May's eyes grew moist upon hearing how he initiated the change from her being a big girl to being a little one. The transition made her feel safe, but more vulnerable. "I can't, Layton. The words hurt to say."

  "I know it's hard sometimes to tell people how you feel," Caine said gently, as he moved to sit next to her. He reached for her hands and kissed the back of her wrists. "I think you know by now that neither of us will ever hurt you on purpose. We want you to be happy."

  May's heart pounded at the feel of his lips on her skin, and she flushed with both desire and fear. "I'm just scared," she answered in a tiny voice. "I don't want to be thrown away."

  "We have no thoughts of ever throwing you away, my girl. You have no idea how precious you are to us. But, we will take things slowly and work around any obstacles that might come up together. We want you to be part of our lives for a long, long time."

  "You do? Really?"

  "I would never lie to you, my love," Caine held her face in his hand and made her keep eye contact. "I want you in every way I can have you. And so does Layton. You belong to us now and neither of us are going to let you go."

  "Promise?"

  "I promise. Have I ever broken a promise to you?" His voice took on a different tone and May felt herself drifting back into her little girl headspace.

  "No, Daddy." She liked how that felt.

  "Well then, you have no need to worry. I do need you to try to trust me, though. I am having to rely on my instincts, as well as my experience, okay? I will make sure that we take care of you in the very best way."

  "Yes, sir. I'm sorry I'm so bad."

  "You aren't being bad at all, baby," Layton said, his brow drawn into a frown. "There is nothing wrong with how you feel, and I am very proud of you for telling us." He looked over at Caine. "I have an idea. Let's start her from the beginning tonight, and see how it goes."

  "I was thinking the same thing. We'll go to my room. I have everything we need to take care of her there."

  "Am I in trouble?"

  "No more than usual, darling," Caine winked at her. "You do have the rest of your spanking from Layton to finish."

  "I don't want a spanking." May offered her best pouty face, hoping that neither would believe her. In fact, a good, long spanking was exactly what she did want, and need, but there was no way in bloody hell she was going to tell them that. Not in this lifetime!

  "Little girls need to pay the price for the naughty things they do. It's how we help them grow up to be well-behaved young ladies." Layton said with a stern voice.

  "I don't wanna grow up. Please don't make me," May begged. She was surprised to realize that her request held some sincerity.

  "Don't you worry. There are only two incidences when you will have to be a big girl. The first is when we are around people who don't understand our special relationship. The second," Caine leaned into her and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "is in the bedroom."

  "You looked uncertain, Maybelle. Spill it." Layton observed.

  "I guess I just feel disposable," she looked away. "Like eventually you'll get bored and not want me. I hate this."

  "It's not true, Maybelle. Not at all." Layton joined her on the other side. "That's your old life talking."

  "I wish I could believe you."

  "Well, I can be rather persuasive when it comes to reinforcing things," Layton announced. "Like the first time I spanked you, I will make the same promise. By the time I am done with you, you will know exactly where you stand with me."

  "As will I, baby girl," Caine planted a tiny kiss on her lips, "as will I."

  "Will I like it?" May asked timidly.

  Layton locked eyes with Caine, waiting for the answer. "I doubt it. But you will know exactly how we feel about you when it's all over. This confusion you are experiencing will be gone."

  "I wish I could believe you," May said, leaning her head against Caine's arm.

  "You will after tonight. All your fears and doubt will be put to rest. I promise," he said, lifting her mouth to touch his. She parted her lips and invited the softness of his tongue to touch her own. Her motions grew bolder as she responded to his hunger, and she returned the kiss with an explosion of passion. It stole her breath away, but also her heart.

  "Break it up, you two. Clara just left, which means that we can get to business," Layton said, standing as he pushed his chair from the table. He waited until Caine stood up and stepped aside, leaving May sitting with a look of confusion on her face. "Maybelle Corinne, I want you to put your nose back in the corner until I call for you."

  "What did I do?"

  "Mind what Layton tells you to do, young lady," Caine ordered. "No temper tantrums, either."

  May wrinkled her brow in confusion, looking back and forth between the two men. She felt her mood heighten when she realized that they were taking her into this special world for real! She wondered how far they would go, hoping they would know what she needed more than she did. Well, here goes…

  "I don't wanna! I hate the corner." She stomped her foot, taking the cue from Caine to play along.

  "Don't make me come after you," Layton warned, his eyes slightly crinkled at the corners.

  "You're too old to catch me anyway. I'm gonna go watch TV," May retorted, setting the challenge in place.

  "Take one more step, and I am getting the spoon."

  "You're not the boss of me," May said, walking boldly towards the den where the men had set up their big screen TV. She plopped on the sofa and picked up the remote, turning on the television. Waiting…

  "Get your little bottom over here this instant, Maybelle. I will not tolerate any lip from you and you know it." Layton frown
ed from the doorway.

  "I'm watching TV."

  "You have a good licking coming to you, young lady." Layton walked over and snatched her earlobe. "It will start over my knee."

  "No! Daddy! Help me!" May called out for Caine as Layton wrestled her across his lap.

  "Daddy is very disappointed in your defiant behavior. He plans on dealing with you as well."

  "Let me go, you mean old bully."

  "That is not going to happen anytime soon. No little girl of mine," he reached underneath to unbutton her shorts, "is going to get away with being disobedient or talking back."

  May bit back a giggle as Layton tugged the material well past the jiggling swells of her backside and pushed them clear down to her ankles. Her panties followed, exposing the still pink bottom from their earlier incident next to the lake. His left hand covered her flesh, with a finger just touching her bared pussy. May knew that her juices had already started to flow and prayed he would do something about it very soon.

  "There is no reason to have these getting in the way," Layton announced, while he grabbed the dangling clothes and tossed them to the floor.

  "Gimme back my pants!" May ordered, falling back easily into 'rebellious' mode.

  "You are acting like such a brat today. I think it's time to spank some of this defiance out of you," Layton said, lifting his arm high above his head and bringing his palm down squarely against her left cheek.

  "Oh!" May yelped, feeling the sharp sting radiate outward from the point of impact. His hand clapped down again, much harder this time, and May jerked as she felt the searing fire blaze across her right cheek.

  "There are many more to come, my love," Layton said lightly, his large hand landing a third time, catching the upper part of her thigh and staying in place for a moment. May held her breath as she felt his fingers graze between the cleft of her thighs. "I intend to teach you a lesson tonight that you will never forget."

  "I don't need no lessons. Lemme go!" May struggled against his hold, pleased to find that he was not loosening his grip.

  "You need plenty of lessons. Let's see what you think about this."

  May's squeals rose as he released a series of twenty fast spanks over the warm flesh of her bottom, turning it into a lovely hue of rosy red. He paused to lift the heavy wooden spoon that he had retrieved from the kitchen, and set the cold, dense wood atop her stinging posterior.

  "Little girls must learn how to mind their elders, and, in my house, that learning starts with a toasted backside." Layton's tone was firm and commanding, and May shivered with excitement upon hearing it. He shifted to reinforce her confinement, and cocked his left knee to raise her bottom higher into the air. May felt the breeze kiss her pussy and began to squirm uncomfortably, silently begging for him to begin.

  The bowl of the spoon impacted her left bottom cheek with a loud clap. May yelled out an unintelligible statement, and the sound resonated through the room. A second smack bit into her right cheek, and she grabbed his ankle.

  "Oh my God! That fucking hurts! Owie!"

  "Cussing while your bare bottom is under a spoon is not a wise decision." Layton warned. "Stay where you are and stop the wiggling. We have just begun, and I intend to continue until I am satisfied that you have received all that you need to feel safe and secure in our relationship. You are my best girl and I intend to find a way to make you believe it."

  Even in play, May was ill-prepared for the bolt of discomfort that accompanied the next four wallops that fell upon both her sit spots in quick succession. She let loose with another yowl as the spoon smacked rhythmically back and forth over her darkening mounds. Layton paused to trace the outlines left by the edges of the implement, and then drew his finger slowly down to her dewy entrance. May's breath caught in her throat, and she parted her legs slightly to invite the curious finger to explore her. She felt his cock hardening against her stomach and twisted her head.

  "Make love to me. Please." Her voice was heavy with lust.

  Layton slid his finger inside her warm slit. "Not yet. Not until I establish that I am the one in charge here."

  "Please, no more!" May begged, as another six strikes burned unexpectedly into her backside. She tried to escape the impact of the spoon in earnest now. "I'll be good! I swear!"

  "I am sure you believe that, baby girl," Layton said kindly, administering another series of sharp whacks with the back of the spoon to her right side.

  May released a small, choked sob before bursting into true tears. "Stop, Layton! Please! Stop! I swear, I will be a good girl! I'll do whatever you tell me to. I'll be perfect!"

  Layton sighed as he recognized the starting sounds of beautiful surrender in May's voice. He swatted her again with less intensity, and listened for the final break as she squirmed and twisted under the back of the heavy wooden utensil. Her whole body shook as the volume rose to a place of uncontrolled weeping. Layton tossed the spoon to the side and then held her in place. His warm hand soothed her hot skin, and he rubbed her stinging bottom and the backs of her soft thighs.

  "These tears are coming from a deeper spot inside than what you are ready to deal with, darling. Talk to me." Layton cupped her right cheek, and squeezed. "Please."

  "It hurts," was the blubbering response.

  "Yes, I know it hurts, but certainly not enough to make you cry like this. I did not spank you hard enough to do more than leave a nice sting. I need you to talk to me. Now."

  When May did not answer, Layton inhaled deeply before crashing his hand in a single swipe against the raised peak of her scarlet cheeks. May cried out, grabbing his jeans as she arched her back from the pain. Layton spanked her again, leaving his hand upon its impact point, and waited for her to relinquish the false sense of control.

  "I will keep this up until you either share what is going on in your head or until my hand gets tired. If it's a matter of wills, I should remind you that my chosen profession dictates out-stubborning the other side."

  "There's no such word," May panted through her hiccups.

  "There is now," Layton chuckled.

  "Please, let me up. Just hold me."

  "Are you going to talk to me?" Layton asked, pulling her up to look at him.

  "Maybe in a while."

  Layton placed both hands on either side of her face and kissed her forehead, then moved his lips to that tiny spot between her eyes, and pressed them there. After a moment, his mouth grazed her nose from the bridge to the tip, then ended at her lips. He pulled away, looked into her face and then crushed his lips to her mouth.

  "My God," he whispered, his mouth trailing down her cheek and to her neck, "I'm sorry. I can't stay in a Big role right now. I want you so badly. What have you done to me?"

  May gasped as his mouth grazed her throat, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders to keep her balance.

  "I want you, too. Please, Layton. Please take me."

  "We have to wait," he panted, pulling away. He grasped her face again between his hands and touched his forehead to hers. "I made a promise."

  "To Caine?"

  "Yes," he kissed her again. "We share the first time. We made the mistake once to do it differently. It almost destroyed us."

  May stroked his face. "Whatever you two need from me, I'll give you. Anything. Just…"

  "May, honey, we are both falling head over heels for you. We're the ones who are terrified that you are going to feel trapped and want to run. Together," Layton held her against his chest, "Caine and I are very intense. Very few women would be able to handle us."

  "Will you give me a chance?" May asked softly. "Is it possible for me to love both of you equally?"

  "You're such a special woman." Layton kissed the top of her head. "If anyone can, I believe it's you."

  "I don't want to disappoint you." May's lower lip quivered.

  "Just be the wonderful, mischievous, beautiful person you are. Don't change for anyone, just for yourself, okay?"

  "Okay."

  "Now, young
lady," Layton held her at arm's length. "Daddy is upstairs and wants to have a few words with you. March your bottom right up there and let him know that I'm down here when he wants me. Also show him that you got a good spanking."

  May's face slowly broke into a large smile, and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "I love you, Layton!"

  Layton watched as she raced away, her red bottom glowing like a beacon. "Thanks, Pop," he raised his eyes, "you found the very thing to fill my heart. We will do right by her, I promise."

  Chapter 7

  "Daddy?" May called, tapping on the closed door.

  "Come in, sweetheart. Where are your pants?" Caine said with amusement.

  "Layton was mean and spanked me. Really hard. See?" May turned her back to him, proudly showing him her bottom.

  "Did you enjoy it?" Caine asked, beckoning to her and patting the edge of his bed.

  "Sort of," May answered, climbing up next to him. "The spanking was fun until he made me cry. I don't like to cry, and that's all I ever seem to do when I'm around you two."

  "Do you think that's a bad thing?" Caine asked, reaching to twirl a stray hair that had escaped her ponytail.

  May shrugged. "It makes me feel weak. I don't like feeling that way."

  "How did you feel with the type of crying that you did from this spanking?" Caine slowly took her hair from the ponytail.

  "Weird."

  "Clarify."

  "I don't know. It was like," May wrinkled her nose, "I was being all washed out or something. And then he kissed me."

  "Did you enjoy it?"

  "Yes," May nodded and then wrinkled her brow. "Does it bother you that I liked it?"

  "Not at all. I'm glad you did. How are you feeling about Layton now?"

  "He wants to keep me," May mumbled, looking down. "It's like something changed with us. We are real now, if that makes any sense."

  "So he made good on his promise to you, didn't he?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Now it's my turn. Hold my hand," Caine said, standing. May smiled as she looked into his blue eyes and slipped her hand into his. She was led into the bathroom where he had prepared a giant bubble bath.