Two Guardians for Little May by Breanna Hayse Page A

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