Guardian Domination (21 page)

“I don’t know what I need to do to get through to you. Every single time you’ve gotten yourself into something, things would have been easier if you just came to one of us right away. Instead, you handle it yourself, always poorly, and then try to escape. You either run or try to pass the blame. It needs to stop here and now. With your past record, this could have easily landed you in jail and I would have lost you for good. Don’t you get it? You are still on parole for the fire incident— that won’t be lifted until you're 21. Please, tell me, what more can I do to get you to understand that you are on thin ice?”

“It’s always because I don’t think before I do or say something. I’m really sorry, Jace. I swear I never meant to hurt or scare you.”

“You need to learn how to respond instead of react. Believe me, I understand. But it crosses the line when you do things like you did today. I was scared to death something terrible had happened to you when Mark came home with the report you had run away.”

“I know. It was stupid. I could have just ridden on the grounds then gone in to see Mark.”

“Yes, you could have. Or you could have gone in to see Mark and told him you needed to work off some steam. He would have let you.”

“I know. You’re right,” I whispered.

Jace took a deep breath, stood and reached for my hand. Silently, he led me down the stairs and towards the end of the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks, fear taking over.

Jace’s grip tightened. “You told me you wanted to raise things to the next level. This is your chance. Tonight, you will be treated as a submissive in training. You are not going to run. Instead, you're going to face the consequences of your choices. Come on, don’t make me carry you,” Jace commanded.

Trembling, my hand still gripped firmly in his, Jace led me into The Room and shut the door loudly behind us. “Take off your clothes. Every piece and don’t dally.”

I stared, shocked at his hard command. Flushing with embarrassment, I obeyed. He had seen me naked that one other time, yet now, it was so degrading. He pointed to this leather-covered bench that he had moved to the center of the room—both the front and back facing the mirror-covered walls.

“Over it.
Now
,” he growled. Without a word, he began to strap me in place; my wrists, around my waist, the back of my thighs and my ankles, checking my circulation carefully and with a degree of care that surprised me, given the situation. The position allowed me to kneel comfortably with my torso and head resting on padding, but I was totally defenseless. And exposed. With my thighs apart, I knew he could see every inch of my pussy and bottom hole, and this fear was confirmed as I glanced up to see everything as it reflected in the mirror. My pale bottom, the restraints, the large paddle in Jace’s hand. He touched it against my shaking backside.

“Next time you come in here, you will leave your clothes by the door without being told. I expect you to keep your head up and watch what is happening to your bottom for the choices you made. There is no escape for you, so you have to think about this punishment and the reason you are receiving it. I will hold you later, but not while we are in this room. You will receive five strokes with this paddle for taking the horse and twenty-five with the strap for running away. You will then receive a hand spanking- as many as I feel are necessary to drive home this lesson once and for all. Now, ask me to punish you.”

I couldn’t choke out the words and he shook his head as he weighed the heavy paddle in his hands. Horrified, I watched him lift that dreadful instrument and pull his arm back before it crashed heavily across both cheeks and I screamed. His hand brushed over my blanched skin, skinning my exposed pucker. The second stroke cracked a little lower, leaving a burn that made me try desperately to escape. I felt his finger trace down the center of my cheeks and graze my pussy. The third stroke landed on the peak on my bottom and a sob broke from me. With the fourth and fifth strokes across the sit spot, a torrent of tears left a puddle beneath my face. My blurry vision caught a glimpse of bruises forming and Jace’s hand gently running over my flesh.

I wish I could say his touch was comforting and arousing, but it frightened me. Not knowing what he was going to do, and completely restrained from protecting myself, I understood about the need to completely trust in the Dom.

When Jace opened a jar of ointment, I began to question my trust.

“What are you doing?” I cried, unable to see.

“I am teaching you, Celeste. That paddling was for taking the horse. This,” he fingered my bottom hole, “is to remind you that you belong to me.”

I gasped as his finger plunged into my bottom; an assault to my person that wasn’t altogether unpleasant as he slowly moved it in and out.

Slowly, heat began to build. “What is that? Ow! It hurts! Jaaaaaace!”

“Ginger liniment. Great stuff for these bruises,” he rubbed some ointment on the paddle marks, “but not so much for in here.”

My eyes widened as the burning grew, now intensified by the growing heat to the scorched flesh of my bottom. I wiggled and squirmed to try to relieve the agonizing pain without success, completely focused on the pain to my bottom hole.

I was completely unprepared for the sharp sting of the razor strap as it wrapped around my burning, throbbing rump and realized that the ointment magnified the pain and the rapid pace he used prevented me from doing anything other than wail. Being unable to defend myself made this punishment the worst thing I had ever experienced. My poor bottom was a mass of purple and blue blotches, with white splotches amidst the dark red, and compounded by the hot/cold burn of the ginger balm; both on the inside and the outside.

“One more reminder before I release you,” Jace announced, once again exploring my bottom with his finger. I felt him press something to the entry way and loudly protested. “Be silent!” he ordered. “You know I will not harm you. This is part of your lesson.”

I squealed painfully as he pressed the plug slowly into my virgin hole, carefully seating it and making certain it was held firmly in place. He excused himself, leaving me restrained, exposed and humiliated on the bench with the awful pink plug sticking out of my bottom and in full view.

I groaned, wondering how long I would have to withstand this degradation. Strange enough, the sensation of the plug nestled deep inside my bottom and the hot, stinging of my bottom, began to arouse me. I could feel the wetness grow in my pussy and shamefully realized I would not be able to hide it from him. He would see it all… feel it all.

Jace returned several minutes later and unbuckled the restraints, making certain to rub my wrists and ankles before pulling me off the bench. He touched my quivering skin and looked into my eyes, studying me before he pulled me over to the couch. Slowly, he placed me over his knee and sent his hand briskly over my bruised backside several times before he slowed his tempo and crescendoed the intensity. There was something about being filled from behind that made it easy for me to limply accept whatever he chose to give me, and to completely surrender myself to him.

The pain shot through my body, yet I began to feel disconnected and distanced from myself. His hand fell in a hard, slow cadence and left a fiery singe as it struck, yet the pain vanished immediately afterwards and left me longing with desire.

Time paused as I found myself anticipating the next strike. My greatest fear was that he would stop! Nothing mattered any longer as I embraced the pain.

As slowly as he brought me to this place, he took me away. I felt like putty in his hands, a piece of clay that he could mold into anything he desired, with any tool he chose. Jace had staked his claim to me, and had made certain that his name was forever branded on my heart through my back-end.

My tears remained on my face as he administered the final swat and held me firmly in that vulnerable, exposed position over his strong thighs. I felt his finger firmly take hold of the plug and gently pull it from my body, leaving me feeling empty and vulnerable.

“Come,” he ordered softly, gently lifting me to my feet. I numbly pulled my PJs back on, unable to shake the cobwebs out of my head as I followed him out on legs that felt like rubber from both the pain and the pleasure of my experience in The Room.

Grimly, he placed my small hand in his and led me upstairs to bed to hold and rock me, allowing me to submerge myself in his complete forgiveness. Devoid of tears, I fell asleep in his arms, knowing that he loved me and I would do anything to keep from hurting him ever again. My blistered bottom would definitely remind me of that promise for a very long time.

Chapter Seventeen

Choices

The morning after my first visit to The Room was bitter-sweet. Mark came in about 8:30, waking us up.

“Hey, you two. How’s it going?” he asked pleasantly, opening the shades and letting the sun pour in.

“No, not the sun! It burns!” Jace groaned.

Mark laughed, opening the windows for some fresh air. “I know you would prefer the life of a vampire but that’s not possible right now. How’s our girl today?” Mark helped me up from Jace’s arms. He hadn’t moved an inch all night from holding me possessively, letting me know he would never let me go this time.

I groaned, barely able to move. Every muscle ached on top of the bruising. To add to my discomfort, Mark unceremoniously peeked at my bottom, releasing his all-too-familiar whistle. “Frat paddle and strap, huh? Guess you aren’t going to pull another stunt like that again, huh Baby Girl?”

“Not my intent any time soon, that’s for sure,” I moaned, laying face-first on the bed, unashamed of my exposure as Jace gently pulled down my PJ pants. I felt his hand on my bottom, checking the bruises and looking for damage.

He patted me gently and stood up. “Gonna grab something for this headache of mine and then I’ll get breakfast ready. I expect to see you dressed and downstairs in fifteen minutes,” he announced casually, walking out of the room with Mark.

Dressed
? Was he kidding? I could barely walk with my bottom and upper thighs feeling no less than pure agony. I also realized that I was getting no sympathy from either of them this time. I slipped a sundress over my head, sans panties, brushed my hair and teeth, and delicately picked my way to the kitchen. Jace was making pancakes as Mark scrambled some eggs.

Gayle saw me coming and hurried over to embrace me. “How are you doing, sweetie? I hear you had a rough night,” she asked quietly.

“You have no idea,” I mumbled. She whispered that she knew exactly what I needed as she slipped me an ibuprofen and pointed to the pillow on the bar stool. I smiled gratefully and gently eased myself in place but did not stay there for long. The boys acted normally and chatted about weekend plans that included a Sunday trip to a ranch in Stockton to look at horses.

I groaned as Jace sweetened the pot by saying we would bring the puppies. My mind was in one place—in bed, on my tummy and sound asleep. Jace also made it very clear that there would be no changes in my schedule for the next week, either at home or school. Mark convinced him to let me skip my Wednesday-night skating class with the reminder that I had Equestrian studies Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

I buried my head in my hands as I wondered how I would ever be able to ride with these bruises, feeling Gayle’s reassuring pat on the shoulder. At least one person felt sorry for me.

After breakfast, Mark excused himself to make some calls and Gayle sauntered out after him. I watched silently as Jace straightened up the kitchen, not knowing what to say. It felt different, like something had changed once I went into The Room.

“Jace? Are you still angry with me?”

“No, Hon, why would you think that? It’s all done and over with.” He looked at me with concern.

I shrugged. “I dunno. Something feels weird.”

Jace smiled, holding his hand out for me to take. I felt his fingers wrap strongly around mine and slowly followed him to the deck where he helped me into the cushy lounger before sitting across from me. “Let’s discuss what happened last night,” he said. I blushed and hung my head, ashamed of my behavior and the resulting discipline. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t explain it. It just feels bizarre. Almost like you were a different person last night and that I was a stranger. And what you did to me was… unexpected.” I blushed deeper, thinking of the plug he had slipped firmly into my bottom.

“I treated you as an adult submissive in that room, not as my little girl. It was out of your comfort zone.”

“I hated it. I mean, the first part. Not the Subspace. I don’t ever want to go back in that room again.” I shivered.

Jace patted my hand. “That’s your choice, My Love. Make better decisions and choose your path, and you won’t have to return there.”

“You were just so, well, unfeeling. It wasn’t like you.”

“You experienced what my subs call Sir J. I focus on the discipline at hand. I needed to be certain you knew what was in store for you if you ever consider running away again. For any reason. Do you understand that if you had just gone to talk to Mark, you would have only been given detention? I would not have added anything when I found out that fucker provoked you. That was also why I allowed you to slip into The Zone. I wanted you to know that I was not without understanding.” Jace leaned back in his chair, gazing at me.

We were quiet for a moment before he suddenly chuckled. “Would you believe that Mark
forbade
me to come to the school and kick the shit out of Porter? That little bastard pulled rank on me! He threatened me with a security escort out if I even showed my face.”

I looked at him lovingly. This was my Jace, my protector. My knight in shining armor. “How come I get in trouble for swearing and fighting and you don’t?” I asked with a small smile.

Jace grinned. “Because I’m the responsible adult here. Sort of…” he laughed. “I really want to grind that son of a bitch into the ground, but I’m choosing not to. And not because Mark informed me I couldn’t, but because I don’t want to go to jail and leave you unattended.”