Free Guardian Domination by Breanna Hayse Page A

obeyed, clutching his leg as he positioned me comfortably for what would be one of the longest spankings of my life. When his hand found my bottom, it lit a new fire and sent me into throws of kicking and yelping. I was pinned, I couldn’t escape and eventually just wilted there limp and sobbing as he continued to spank me. His fingers were like molten steel, searing my flesh and leaving my hide feeling smoked and raw at the same time.
    He paused only long enough to pick up the hairbrush and say “Thirty.” Each painful smack was fully concentrated on my sit spot and upper thighs. He ignored my screams and pleas, immobilizing me as I ungraciously sought to avoid every blow, especially the ones that landed quite unpleasantly in the same spot.
    That odd, unfamiliar sensation began to trickle through me as my body started to numb itself and feel separate, separating the pain from my present reality. Jace, noticing my sudden relaxation under his hand, grunted. He held me in place, face down over his lap, as he gently rubbed my bottom.
    “Now you know what it feels like to be blistered, my love,” he said quietly. “Come to me.”
    His arms engulfed me. I was out of tears and strength, but I was also free of my guilt and knew that Jace, too, had truly forgiven me. Plus that strange event I had experienced left me feeling even closer and more dependent on him than before.
    Mark brought a washcloth for my face and the two of them tucked me into Jace’s big bed. The cool sheets felt good against my hot, bare bottom, and the cool cloth against my puffy eyes. They sat on the edge, talking softly about work until I fell asleep, free of guilt.
    I heard a word whispered as I drifted off… “Subspace.” What did that mean?
     

Chapter Six
    Lessons
     
     
    “Owwww,” I whimpered, fidgeting next to Mark on the plane. Even with the ibuprofen he slipped me, I was completely unable to get comfortable. Like before, Jace was asleep within fifteen minutes of getting onboard and this time, I wisely handed Mark the dinner request to fill out. I also noticed that he didn’t touch any alcohol. The flight across country took forever, and, if it’s remotely possible, the drive back up to Monterey seemed to take even longer.
    I watched the ocean as we traveled up the I-1 towards home and tried not to think of my upcoming week. To my utmost mortification, the boys insisted on ‘inspecting’ the damage to my bottom that morning prior to our departure, and then determined it best to wait until Friday to “evaluate” my condition for the remainder of my punishment. A quick glance in the mirror showed a scattered amount of light bruises and strawberry-colored marks speckled over my poor backend. By far, it felt worse than it looked and I WAS certainly grateful that the boys acknowledged that. Mark insisted that I should be thankful… but all I could do was offer him the most miserable look I could manage.
    I swore I was cured and that I would never drink again. Mark, with his demented sense of humor, suggested photographing my backside and using it to initiate a new method of sobriety.
    I was shocked when he began to discuss the idea in seriousness with Jace, and I had a growing sense that both he and Jace might be involved in this corporal punishment thing more than just with me. I contemplated the scenario, wondering if, indeed, they spanked their girlfriends. I wouldn’t have been surprised since I could not picture either of them tolerating a bossy, loud mouth female, but I did wonder if the time would ever be right to ask.
    Finally, we were home and were immediately attacked by two very excited puppies who had succeeded in exhausting Gayle, a very close friend of Mark’s. With an evil grin, Mark excused himself and departed with the pretty brunette to the cute three bedroom guest house.
    Jace chuckled as he watched them walk away, and then scooped Princess up in his arms while I grabbed Diamond. We walked quietly to the north-west