Free Two Guardians for Little May by Breanna Hayse

struggling
young woman across the span of his hard thighs. He lifted her pink
t-shirt out of his way, repositioned her wriggling bottom under his hand, and
lifted his long right leg to capture her kicking feet.
    "I don't
care how many times I need to do this," he said, his hand smacking her
backside with well-aimed cracks, "You will eventually learn that certain
things, like lying, disobedience and disrespect are not permitted in this
household. Never have been, and never will."
    May howled as he
spanked her, the heavy blows landing precisely over the smooth, soft skin and
turning it to a warm rosy glow. Her position kept her from being able to kick
or squirm, so her only means of escape was that of pounding her hands against
the floor as she shouted out her apologies. Her right hand found its way back
to her bottom as a feeble attempt to block the smacks, but it was quickly
secured to her side by Caine.
    Layton cleared
his throat as he watched the intensity between his brother and the girl. Caine
was focused and determined; May was stubborn and defiant. She alternately
sobbed out her pleas for forgiveness, shouted out her promises, and cussed him
to holy hell, but the spanking did not cease. Layton knew that look on Caine's
face; the one that indicated that the discipline would stop only after May
yielded to the lesson that he intended to teach. She fought against him; she
yelled and screamed out threats; she wept and begged for mercy and Caine calmly
spanked, his hand striking her repeatedly over the darkening red cheeks. Not
until May's struggles ceased, and her cries softened, did he stop.
    Caine pulled May
up to face him. "You will learn that it never pays to lie to us, and that
our rules are absolute for your own good. Go stand in the corner and hold that
shirt up so I can see that bottom," he ordered. The girl quickly obeyed,
wise enough to keep silent. Her muffled weeping against the wall filled the
silence of the room, while Caine closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch.
Layton watched the exchange, fascinated by the unspoken communication between a
true daddy dominant and his little girl submissive. It appeared to be the most
natural thing in the world, and Layton found himself longing to experience the
same.
    "Now
what?" he whispered to his brother.
    Caine opened one
eye and winked. "You'll see."
    Several minutes
passed in silence before May came to them and fell to her knees, sobbing
against Caine's thigh.
    "I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry." Her sobs were deep, as though they were being dragged up
from the very bottom of her soul, "Please forgive me."
    "Of course I
forgive you," Caine said softly, pulling her to stand between his knees.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his body, stroking
her burning bottom with his right hand. May hung limply over his shoulder and
cried against him, her body visibly relaxing as his hand caressed her hot, red
backside.
    "I'm going
to go put her down for a nap and then grab a shower and a couple of z's myself.
We'll have our talk later," Caine announced to Layton. He stood up, placed
May's arms around his neck, and lifted her off the floor. "Up you go,
little one."
    Layton watched as
they disappeared up the stairs. He heard the talking; Caine's low, firm voice
and May's softer, lighter responses. The sound of footsteps above him and the
closing of a door said that his brother had retreated to his room. Layton
stood, debating his decision.
    "Maybelle?"
he said softly, opening the door to the guest room. She was on her tummy on the
bed, her bright red bottom looking like a glowing lamp. "May I come
in?"
    May lifted her
head to look at him, her red-rimmed eyes matching the red nose beneath them.
Layton felt his heart catch. She looked both pathetic and beautiful. "I'm
an ugly crier," she muttered.
    "Pretty
crying is for movies. How are you doing?" he asked, sitting next to her on
the bed and placing his hand on the center of her back.
    "I feel so
awful being