Free Guardian Domination by Breanna Hayse

we came in,” Jace was annoyed. “Before we begin, Mark and I have decided that we will administer half of your punishment now and the other half when we get home.”
    “At that time,” Mark continued, snapping his belt, “You might be meeting some items in the second drawer and will definitely be cutting a couple of switches. This will never happen again, young lady. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sirs. I’m so sorry,” I whispered into the bedspread, my heart pounding with fear.
    “Mark, may I borrow your belt please? She didn’t follow my instructions to be prepared before we came in,” Jace held out his hand, accepting the old leather, well-worn brown two-inch wide belt from his friend. He weighed it in his hand and mouthed the word “nice” to Mark.
    “Count to five, Youngster.”
    WHOOSH! CRACK!
    I shrieked. Five ?
    “Oh Gaaawwd! One!… Owwww! Jace! Two—”CRACK! CRACK! “Three! Four!” CRACK!- “Fiiiiiive! OHMYGOD! Jaaaaace!” I called out, panting and sobbing.
    And these swats were for not being ready for the punishment that I had asked for! It took everything I had not to roll off the bed and run like the wind.
    “My turn,” Mark said, taking the belt back from Jace. I felt his fingers on my bottom, inspecting the damage. He patted me and stood straight, refolding his belt in his hand. “Twenty with the belt and then over my knee for another hundred with my hand for drinking.”
    And this was only half my punishment? Life was a blur when he began, each stroke of his belt sending a shock of pain through my body. I clutched the pillow, trying not to move, but Mark ended up pressing his hand into my back to keep me still as I kicked, twisted and bucked to escape.
    He said nothing to me, forcing me to face the pain and the guilt of what I did to him and his trust. After twenty very fast and furious strokes that left my whole back-end feeling as though it had been stripped of several layers of skin, he sat down on the bed and calmly pulled me across his lap. Again, without a word, his hand began drumming against my bottom. Compared to the belt, it felt like a warm, heavy thudding.
    Maybe I was numb by then, but it was almost soothing. It was over quickly and I just laid there, sobbing with every inch of my might.
    “Stand up,” Mark said softly, helping me to my feet. “To the corner until Jace calls you over.”
    “Hands on your head, no rubbing,” Jace added, watching me obey without a word. I put my forehead against the wall, fighting to calm my breathing and wiping my face and nose on my sleeve. A tissue was handed to me and I took it as permission to blow. My hands quivered as I placed them back on my head, forcing my bottom to stretch painfully.
    Mark shook his head sadly, pointing at me while he gave Jace a questioning look. Jace mouthed “softie” and firmly shook his head no. With a deep sigh, Mark nodded and sat on the recliner, chin in hand as he observed me.
    Jace rolled his eyes, seeing his friend’s distress. “Celeste, go to Mark please.”
    In seconds, I was in Mark’s arms, being truly forgiven. Mark held me close, telling me how much he cared and that this had really hurt him deeply. He also said he was not looking forward to our homecoming, but I had to understand that he needed to fulfill his promise to me and be a man of his word.
    Hiccupping, I nodded and said, “I know.”
    After about ten minutes, Jace cleared his throat. “Okay, Sweetheart, time to face me,” he said in a low, steady voice. I glanced at Mark and saw a small degree of sympathy in his eyes, but he was going to show a united front with his friend.
    I dragged myself to face Jace and, on impulse, threw my arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Jace. For everything,”
    Jace hugged me. “I know, Baby. I also know that my life is better with you in it. It makes it worth the trouble you get into. Now, over my knee. Remember, this is for drinking. We will deal with the stealing when we get home.”
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