Two Guardians for Little May by Breanna Hayse Page B

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