Moving a Little Heart (14 page)

The cane. Since she had begun this new lifestyle, Baylor had spent a lot of time online trying to learn about the things she heard mentioned by the men in her life. Things that she had never considered as being part of the real world; that were limited strictly to fantasies written in stories or depicted in racy films. Yes, she had heard that 'these groups' existed but, like so many others, she'd pictured the 'non-psychotic' participants as being hardcore individuals that were knee-deep in drugs and alcohol, belonged to gangs, dressed 24/7 in leather corsets and chaps, or simply lacked the education to know better. Instead, she'd soon realized that regular people; educated people; people who looked and acted just like everyone else were the
norm—
not the exception
—
for the lifestyle. Shamefully, she realized that her ignorance of the culture of the BDSM lifestyle made her as guilty of assumption and judgment as her ex in-laws. Prejudice was prejudice, no matter how you sliced it.

Her mind drifted back to the videos that she had watched. Even though she recognized that the movies were 'scripted', and that the models were voluntary actors in a play of pain, she could not shake the images of the horribly welted, bruised and sometimes bloodied stripes left behind after a caning. She trusted that Hayden would never bring her punishment to any such level, yet the fear of what he
would
do turned her stomach. She felt the bile rising in her throat and, when Hayden stepped into the office with a slender rod in his hand, Baylor ran.

She did not even see his face as she shoved past him and raced out the back door, nor did she hear him call her name as she lost her lunch in the bushes between the two yards. His hand on her shoulder did nothing to calm the dry heaving and frantic breathing that prevented her from answering his questions. She knelt on the grass, panting with her face close to the ground, and closed her eyes as a cool hand was placed over her face.

"Are you having an anxiety attack, baby?" he asked gently, stroking her.

Unable to answer, Baylor simply nodded.

"Okay, let's get inside and out of the sun. I'll make you a cup of tea and we can talk."

She allowed him to lead her back into the house, trying to calm her breathing. Her chest ached from the pounding of her heart and her throat felt constricted, making it nearly impossible for her to verbalize her fear. Hayden had her lie down on the couch with a cold, wet cloth over her eyes while he prepared her tea.

"Here you go, baby. Sit up and drink this. Shhh, nice and slow. Better?"

Baylor nodded, inhaling the minty brew as she sipped it. When her breathing had normalized, Hayden took the cup away and pulled her to sit on his lap. He covered her naked thighs with a light blanket, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and leaned her head against his chest.

"Talk to Daddy. I know you're scared, but you know I would never harm you." When she did not answer, he sighed and kissed her cheek. "Let me guess. You've been watching videos on u-tube because you were too embarrassed to come out and ask us about things. The cane ones scared the living shit out of you and since you know that I prefer the cane, you assumed that your punishment would be as severe as some of them. Am I right?"

"Yes, Daddy," Baylor mumbled in a tiny voice. She started to curl herself up in his lap.

"Hey, none of that," Hayden said, gently loosening her limbs. "You are not going to wad yourself into a little ball and close me off. Yes, it will hurt. Discipline is supposed to be a deterrent. Will you be left with bloodied marks crisscrossed over your ass and thighs? Absolutely not. Baylor, look at me." He met her gaze evenly. "I would die before I caused you harm of any kind, let alone like that. That's not me. You know that none of us would ever harm you, no matter what you anticipate. I swear this to you on my mother's grave."

"Your mother died?" Baylor frowned, sitting up. "You never told me."

"Twelve years after she married Jake's dad. She went hiking alone, got lost, and stumbled into a gorge. We found her one week later and it was too late."

"Oh, my God." Baylor looked away, thinking out loud. "No wonder you two are so protective."

"Mum was a lot like you. Sweet, curious, and too smart for her own good. She needed someone strong to keep her grounded and feeling secure. And when she was stressed, she would act out. I lost count of how many times Dad took her out to the woodshed for what he would call 'a good talking to,'" Hayden said with a sad smile. "That quilt on Jake's bed was the first birthday present she gave to him. Jake loved her as much as I did. She was the only mother he had ever known, and he worshipped the ground she walked on."

"There's so much I don't know about you," Baylor stated, turning to look into his gentle brown eyes. "Hayden? I'm terrified of that cane," she went on, clinging to his hand.

He kissed her knuckles. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Are you certain?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then let's go and take care of this."

Baylor hesitated, part of her hoping that he would abandon the whole idea of punishing her, let alone using that God-awful weapon. She rose from his lap, her legs shaking as she tried to steady herself. Hayden stretched out his hand and, after looking up at him for several seconds, she accepted it.

"This is a nursery cane," he explained, handing the slim rattan implement to her. "Go ahead and bend it a bit. It's designed to deliver a nice sting when a naughty bottom is held over a lap. It won't do any damage, other than to your pride. Bend over my knee, Baylor."

Silently, she handed the cane back to him. Her fear had lessened a bit, for the implement appeared fairly innocuous. But then, so did a wooden spoon until she felt it applied to her bare backside. Holding back her tears, she leaned her half-naked body across his long legs, wiggling until she was comfortable. She eyed the pile of clothes she had left on the carpet, wondering how long it would take before she could regain her dignity again.

"Lean over more, my darling, I want that sweet little bottom in easy reach. Take your eyes off your shorts, too. They'll be staying on the floor where you left them for quite a while." He rested the slender rod across the crown of her buttocks. "I am sparing you the use of a ginger plug because this is your first caning. Just so you know, if this ever happens again, I will use both the ginger, and this cane, and make you regret repeating the same mistake. Understood?"

Baylor held her breath as she felt the cane lift from her flesh. It fell with a swish across both her cheeks, leaving behind a sting that made her think that a nest of wasps had landed upon her bottom.

"OW!" she screamed out, kicking to escape.

"You are not going anywhere until I am done here, young lady. It would behoove you to stay still. I don't want to strike your thighs. That won't harm you either, but a stroke across the back of the thigh is not something most people desire."

A second and then a third swipe sizzled against her tender bottom, and were met with a high pitched squeal broken only with desperate pleas to stop.

Hayden grimly landed nine more lashes precisely along her pale skin, focusing on the delicate crease and upturned curves of her backend. All evidence of paleness disappeared, replaced by hot, red welts that were ever so slightly raised.

"You will not be sitting comfortably for the next day, maybe two," he said, placing the cane on the floor in front of her sobbing face. "Just to be certain…"

A new flurry of swats assaulted her stinging backside as he proceeded to cover it with hard, heavy slaps from his hand.

Baylor's screams rapidly turned to tears as he repeatedly assaulted her already tender flesh, making certain that she experienced full contact with the flat of his broad, callused palm.

"
I'm sorry!" she yelled, kicking and crying, hearing the sounds of her spanking echo against the walls of the house. "For the love of God, I'm sorry!" She sobbed uncontrollably as she finally surrendered and limply hung over his lap like a rag doll.

After a few minutes of allowing her to cry, Hayden pulled her to stand in front of him, anchoring her between his knees, and wiped her wet cheek with the palm of his hand.

Baylor felt the heat radiating from it, its gentleness such a vivid contrast to the pain it had brought her just moments before.

"We're not done, sugar. You need to tell Jake what mischief his little girl was up to today. He will be home very shortly."

"No, please!" She grabbed his collar and sank to her knees. "Don't make me tell him. I won't be able to walk for days. I'm begging you."

"Enough of this silliness. Stand up," Hayden said firmly. He placed his hands on the sides of her hips and looked at her sternly. "You already know that I was incredibly lenient with you because I fold like a giant pussy when you cry. Jake does not, and you deserve much, much more that the little warm-up you just received from me."

"Daddy, pleeease…"

"No. Go up to his room and wait until he comes home."

"No…"

"Would you like me to use the senior cane?" He stood up and walked across the room to a cabinet. Baylor's eyes widened as he opened it to display a collection of about eight different lengths and girths of rattan canes. He pulled out a straight rod with a rubber handle—it was the thickness of his index finger.

Baylor felt the blood drain from her face and quickly shook her head.

"Go."

She went. Fast. Her bottom and thighs burned as she ran up the stairs and into Jake's bedroom. She threw herself on his neatly made bed and wept, berating herself for her stupidity and stubbornness. No attention was given to the passing of time and, when she felt the bed sink under Jake's weight, her tears started anew.

"I am so sorry, Daddy," she cried.

Jake held her in his arms closely, stroking her back. He did not have to talk, his actions worked to send her into a blubbering mess of sobs as guilt overtook her.

Without asking, she positioned herself across his lap and placed her bottom under his right hand.
There were no more words to be shared. Jake sighed and raised his arm, taking a breath
before he lowered it with a sharp whack to the chubbiest portion of Baylor's exposed backside.

She stifled a yelp as she gripped his trouser leg, clenching her teeth in response to the searing smack. A
second landed in the same spot, and Baylor grappled with her instinct to struggle.

She
deserved this punishment. She knew she had done wrong and, more so, had hurt her daddies by putting her safety at risk.

She shoved her fist into her mouth
as his hand picked up pace, and the impact of his slaps intensified.

Baylor didn't see the mournful expression on his face as her bottom began to redden and blotch, nor did she notice his growing erection as the pudgy mounds trembled
enticingly under the weight of his palm.

Baylor, no longer able to contain herself, released a loud wail, speckled with distorted
words promising to mind the entire family and follow their rules. She began to beg for mercy, her slender legs
kicking frantically to try to avoid the biting blows to her back end.

The spanking continued, with Jake focusing on the upper parts of her thighs, turning them into a lush rose red that burned like a fire. Baylor muffled her sobs in her hands, and her kicking lessened as she exhausted herself from her efforts.

With a hearty final smack to the crown of her cheeks, Jake drove the lesson home. He rested his hand on the small of her back, rubbing softly as she
continued to cry helplessly.

When her tears subsided, he lifted her to stand before him,
smoothing his hands down the sides of her thighs before taking her hands in his own.

"Please don't disobey us again. Next time, I'll be forced to use a belt. You
already know how uncomfortable that is on your little backside."

"Do you still love me?" Baylor sniffled.

"With all of my heart. That will never change," he assured her.

She launched herself into his arms and climbed up on his lap, her need for comfort greater than her pride. Jake held her against him, his lips resting on the side of her wet face.

"Now go wash your face and meet me in the kitchen. Hayden has dinner cooking, and I'm hungry. "

With a loud sigh, Baylor nodded, standing. On impulse, she reached forwards and boldly kissed him, pressing her lips against his and opening her mouth slightly to allow access to his tongue.

Jake was unable to resist her sweetness and devoured her mouth hungrily. His cock rose solidly, wanting her closer. He gently pulled away, and touched her crushed mouth with a finger.

"No. Not this time, you little weasel. Let's put your shorts on before I change my mind."

Baylor forced a smile as he produced the shorts and panties that she had left downstairs and helped her step into them. She balanced herself on his shoulders, grimacing as first the panties, then the shorts, were slid over her blazing bottom. He zipped the front up, smoothed the t-shirt over the waistband, patted her hip and then stood.

"Is Hayden still mad at me?"