Moving a Little Heart (16 page)

Baylor kicked and pounded her fists. His spanks were not particularly harsh, but against skin that had just been sitting in a hot bath, they felt as though she was being set on fire.

Jake stopped before real crying began, and slid her back into the bathtub. "Gimme your clothes. I'll throw them in with mine," he said. Then, to Hayden, "Keep an eye on her, and if she acts up again, use the bath brush."

Hayden shook his head at the pouting girl. "You knew you would be spanked. Is that why you did it?"

"No. I was just being spontaneous."

"Well, love of mine, spontaneity at this level will likely earn you a real spanking. Play or not, just know that there are consequences if you go too far."

"You never let anyone have any fun," she said.

"What do you mean? I'm having tons of fun. I love watching you get spanked. Even more than doing it myself." Hayden grinned.

"That's not fun."

"No moping, or you're going to go to bed early. Jake!"

"What?" Jake called back from across the house.

"She's sleeping over tonight. Grab some of her clothes."

"Okay."

Baylor covered her ears with her hands. "You guys yell too loud. Why couldn't you wait until he came back?"

"Sorry. We're used to shouting across the house to each other. We always have done that, even as kids. Mum used to accuse us of being uncivilized. We drove her nuts, especially when Dad joined in."

"What's he like? Jake's dad?" Baylor rested her chin on the tub.

"He's the best. He took me in like I was his own kid. He taught me how to shoot, ride a motorcycle, and cook. The only thing we never agreed upon was our lifestyle. He not only disapproved of the polygamous relationship, but he also detested our wife," Hayden said.

"But he's your dad. Didn't he want you to be happy?"

"That is his greatest desire," Jake said, joining the conversation. "He and Mom had a beautiful relationship, but it ended too soon. He was right about the ex. He said that she was selfish, immature, and a gold digger."

"He predicted that the marriage would fail—and why," Hayden added.

"Does he know about me?" Silence answered her question. Baylor tried not to feel the hurt that shot through her. "I guess it would be too soon in our relationship to spring that on him, huh?"

"No, it's not that," Hayden said gently. "He was so angry with how Amy had left, and the selfishness she displayed. She had actually called him, and told him everything we were into—with the hope of causing us trouble in our relationship with him. She wanted the final word and tried to hurt us by using him. If he knew that we were considering the same arrangement again, after all that, it would put him through unnecessary worry. We're his kids, and when we are hurting, so is he."

"He sounds like a great dad," Baylor said softly. "You're lucky you had him."

"We sure are. We need to protect his heart just like he wants to protect ours."

"I get it. I'm starting to become pruney. Can I get out, please?"

"Sure, sweetheart," Jake said, lifting her out and wrapping the towel around her body. He began to pat her down, then glanced at Hayden. "You blow-dry her hair, and I'll put lotion on her."

"Sounds good, bro."

Baylor felt like a princess with two manservants waiting upon her. Hayden brushed her hair with long, even strokes; the dryer breathing hot air over her neck and shoulders. Jake warmed lightly scented Shea butter in his hands before rubbing it firmly into the lengths of her arms. He then moved to her legs, starting at her feet.

"You give great massages, Daddy," she praised.

"While he's down there, I will start up here," Hayden proclaimed, rubbing the moisturizer into her shoulders and back.

"I'm in heaven," Baylor purred. "You know, if you wanted to do some special kissing, I would not be opposed."

"Is she really asking me to go down on her?" Jake asked Hayden with a grin.

"I don't think she quite has the idea of how a Little is supposed to act yet. What are you doing?"

"Sorry. I can't resist this sweetness. I need my Big girl tonight," Jake admitted, parting Baylor's thighs and nuzzling the soft flesh between them.

"Good, because neither can I," Hayden said, resting his head upon her shoulder and fondling her stomach before his hand crept up to tease her nipples. He pulled her backwards, covering her mouth with his as Jake grazed his teeth across her hips and down towards her quaking pussy. Baylor's wrists were held firmly over her head as Hayden wrapped his lips over her tightly crinkled mounds, arching her back as her breasts were invited to join the sensual seduction. Her knees were spread wide apart and Jake nestled between her thighs, nipping the delicate skin with gentle bites.

Baylor sighed blissfully as the two worked over her body to bring her pleasure, igniting each nerve to tingling expectation of what was to come. She opened her eyes to gaze at the tip of Jake's bulbous cock. It glistened with excitement and was aimed at her wanting slit.

"Please… now… hard," she pleaded.

Lustily, Jake slid the tip of his rigid pole just past her entrance, teasing her with his presence. She bucked, trying desperately to encourage him to skewer her, to fill her with his unyielding strength. Still, he teased, only inserting the head and then removing it to fondle her clit once again.

"You sadistic bastard! NOW!" she growled, her back pinned to the mattress as her mouth and neck were covered by Hayden's hot bites and caresses.

With a menacing laugh, Jake obliged, lunging deep within her tightness and hearing her cry out in pleasure and pain. He paused as her body settled around him, fitting his shaft snugly within her quivering sheath. Baylor arched her back and he withdrew, slowly and deliberately, before plunging into her once again. He told her how he loved the sound of her gasp as he entered her, and that the surprise and the exhilaration evident in that tiny, sharp breath urged him to go deeper. He lunged deeply and slowly withdrew, making certain to leave her begging him to thrust harder each time he pulled away.

She whimpered as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and again sank deeply into her body. He smacked her rump sharply, delighting in the excited squeak that escaped her lips.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, smacking her again as he speared her vigorously. "You like being spanked when I'm inside you."

Baylor could only groan, the guttural sounds coming from her throat her only means of acknowledgement as he landed another hot, hard slap to her bottom before he plunged again.

"I want you as well," Hayden whispered in her ear. "Turn her over."

Jake removed himself from her body and positioned her on her hands and knees before entering her again.

Hayden scooted underneath Baylor, positioning her between his thighs, with his swaying cock under her mouth. She sighed happily as she wrapped her lips around it, and fervently began to lick and drink in his delicious sweetness. She was again brought to a place of enlightenment when she realized how pleasurable this act was with him. Never before had anything tasted so wonderful!

Filled close to bursting in both her mouth and her hot, wet vent, she groaned, dizzy with unsettling sensation that left her teetering on a tightrope of consciousness. She felt Jake's building, his body hardening as he neared climax, bringing her to the edge as well. Hayden, too, began to swell in her mouth, his cock trembling as it grew close to spending. A high pitched cry crept from her throat as her body was joined with her two lovers in an explosion of elation as her mouth and pussy were filled with the salty-sweet ambrosia of their love.

Baylor, overwhelmed by the extreme intensity of her own pleasure, sank limply into the mattress and savored the delight of the final twitches before the two men slipped from her body. Satiated, she regained her breath as she drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep… entwined in the safety and warmth of their arms.

Baylor woke in the middle of the night to find both Jake and Hayden on either side of her in the small bed. They had their arms slung possessively over her torso, a leg locked on top of her own, and their chests snuggled quite closely to her sides. Despite the heat of their bodies, she shivered.

"Daddies?" she whispered gently, rousing them both. "I don't feel good."

"Are you sick, honey?" Jake murmured, snuggling her closer.

"She's burning up," Hayden said, placing his hand on her forehead. He slowly sat up. "I'll go and get the thermometer and some Tylenol."

"Do we need to wake Terry?" Jake pressed his lips to Baylor's cheek. "She is terribly warm."

"Nah, we can take care of her right now. Stay in bed, Ladybug."

"I'm sorry," Baylor said sadly. "I know you really wanted this baby day thing."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. In fact, this will be a perfect way for us to really show you how a little girl is taken care of when she's sick," Hayden said sweetly. "I'll be right back."

Baylor had her cheek resting on Jake's thigh when Hayden returned. He placed his items on the nightstand and climbed back into the bed with her.

"I brought you some ginger ale. Sip."

"Thanks." Baylor sat up. "Don't look so worried. It's just a little chill," she said to Jake.

"Daddy Jake doesn't handle illness well. It's not his forte. Just pet her," Hayden said to his brother.

"I can do that," Jake answered, stroking Baylor's hair. "I don't like feeling so helpless, that's all."

"Take these." Hayden handed her the medication. "They will help bring your fever down and get rid of some of the aches."

"I hate swallowing pills." Baylor wrinkled her nose.

"I can always get you a suppository. There's my girl." Hayden smiled as she quickly swallowed the offensive tablets, gulping them down with the ginger ale. "Let's go ahead and take your temperature."

Baylor's eyes widened as he shook down the glass thermometer. She had seen the exact one when her siblings had been babies, and immediately shook her head.

"No way, dude. Get a regular one. You are not sticking that up my ass."

"Baylor Anne, sick or not, I am not going to have you talk that way," Jake scolded. "You will do as Daddy tells you—and without a fuss."

"Fuck that." Baylor scowled, pulling away from him to get out of bed. Jake grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"You listen here, little girl. I know you don't feel well and are tired, but if you are strong enough to be this defiant, then you are strong enough to take a spanking. A real spanking. I won't hesitate for a second, either. Got it?"

"Let go of my hand!" Baylor jerked away.

"My turn." Hayden frowned, firmly holding her chin in his hand and making her look at him. "I don't know what this tantrum is about, nor do I care. This is going to be done either way, and you have the choice—whether it'll be with or without a blistered backside."

"I'm too old for this!"

"Both of us have had anal sex with you. We are much larger than this little thermometer. What's your problem?" Jake asked.

"It's humiliating."

"And getting your bottom paddled isn't? That is quite enough from you. Jake, hold her over your lap. It's too early in the morning for this nonsense. The sun isn't even up yet."

"No!" Baylor yelled as Jake pulled her across his lap and skinned down the sheets to expose her naked bottom.

"Ow! Did you just bite me?" Jake asked.

"Let me go!" She howled as his hand smacked loudly across the center of her bottom. "You rat bastard!"

"Really?" Jake questioned calmly. He began to spank vigorously, his rock-hard hand landing time and time again to thoroughly scorch the same spots of her behind before moving to another area.

Baylor did not hold back in her fight to escape him—kicking and pummeling him with her fists while shouting profanities. Her angry and frustrated tears soaked the mattress below her face as she screamed out her protests about the medical care, his high-handedness, and the lack of fairness involved.

Jake's spanks were tireless, each one building upon another as he grimly set about the task at hand.

"I can keep this up much longer than you can, Baylor. How much are you willing to take before you start to exercise some manners and do as you are told? This spanking will continue until I hear a sincere apology for both your rudeness and this tantrum."

"I'm sorry," she cried, exhausted by her struggles. "I'm sorry."

Both Jake and Hayden remained silent as she sobbed across his lap. Hayden prepared the thermometer for insertion, applying a large dollop of Vaseline on the end before he had Jake pry her clenched bottom apart to expose her tiny, pink rosebud. Baylor was pinned in place with his left forearm leaning against her hot back and the same hand spreading her cheeks wide. Jake followed his brother's instruction and placed some lubricant on his finger, then began to gently massage it into the tight hole.

Hayden leaned across to urge the bulb of the thermometer into her small entryway, sliding it back and forth to help her get used to the feel of the invasion.

Baylor sniffled in protest as the rod was maneuvered into her body and then held firmly in place by Jake's hot hand.

"Like it or not, you are going to accept the fact that we both care enough about you to say 'no' when it's needed. We will also show our love for you by our consistency," Hayden said, patting her bottom. "Leave that in for five minutes."

"No…" She continued to cry into the sheets.

"I can't believe that you're having such a fit. There is absolutely no reason for it other than you being stubborn, tired and irritable. I wished you hadn't provoked me to spank you so hard, but you are never to bite me," Jake said.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Baylor said, her voice muffled in her arms.

"So am I. Now lie here and be quiet."

The minutes ticked by slower than she could imagine. True, the instrument caused neither pain nor discomfort, but the humiliation was horrid. Having anal sex was one thing—it required arousal and being lost in the lustfulness of the moment. But this?

"All done," Hayden announced eventually, pulling the glass stick from its warm abode. "Not bad. 99.9. We'll just keep an eye on her."

"I also think that we need to indulge in some obedience training. I am not going to deal with tantrums like this every time we need to take care of her," Jake said, lifting Baylor's damp, sweaty body into his arms, holding her closely as she hiccupped. "Let's get back to sleep. You, young lady, are not to leave this bed for any reason. Daddy Hayden and I will get you anything you need. Just tell us."

"Rub my bottom. Please? It really hurts," her childlike voice pleaded.

"No, honey. That is going to stay tender for a while longer. She bit me." Jake showed Hayden the mark on his thigh.

"Don't be a pussy. She didn't break the skin. But I do agree. A toasted bottom needs to stay warm for a while to give the recipient a little something to think about."

"She is certainly going to be given a lot to think about these next couple of days," Jake said, rocking the girl in his arms.

Baylor fought to stay awake to listen to the rest of the conversation, instinctively knowing that she would not like the direction it was taking.

"I'm going to pick up a dilation set tomorrow and teach our little girl about obedient submission," Jake went on.

"I want to play as well. I've never done stretching before," Hayden said.

"Sure. One thing, though," Jake placed the half-asleep woman back on the pillows and covered her naked body with a sheet, "we will not have another temper tantrum like this one."

"I should say not," Hayden agreed.

"It's not fair," Baylor mumbled, sleep slowly taking over.

***

Baylor faced a repeat of events the following morning when Hayden reappeared with his jar of Vaseline and the rectal thermometer.

Without a word, Jake pulled her across his lap and quickly separated her buttocks. He dipped a lubricated finger into her tight bottom hole, spending a little more time than necessary as he played with the ring of muscles.

"This is so damn humiliating," Baylor grumbled, earning herself a series of hard, exacting smacks on her still red, still sore bottom. She cringed when Hayden slowly slid the glass up into her rectum, holding her breath and clenching her muscles against the hold Jake kept upon her. She whimpered as Hayden twirled the thermometer within her as he worked it inside.

"You need to relax," he scolded, pulling it out and landing three sharp smacks across her rear. Jake spread her cheeks again and held her in place as Hayden twisted the little device inside her, then held it in place himself.

The degree of humiliation grew as Jake kept her cheeks spread instead of releasing them as before. She felt so vulnerable and exposed, knowing that every pink inch of her body was under scrutiny. The embarrassment increased as the two of them discussed how moist she was becoming during the process.

"Look at this," Hayden said, dipping his finger between her legs. "I don't know why she complains so much, this is obviously arousing her."

"Maybe the protests are part of the foreplay?" Jake added, using his right hand to part the lips of her pussy to get a better view. "You're right. She is positively dripping."

"I bet we could use that harness we bought a while ago to keep these cheeks spread apart for us. I would love to have unlimited access to this beautiful little entrance," Hayden mused, twirling the thermometer inside her once again.

"Yeah, let's do that. Once she is feeling better, we can have a day where she's restrained and opened for us. Would you like that, Bay?" Jake asked.

She shook her head, jumping as he flicked her clit.

"Liar. I know your body… and it is telling me that you would be thrilled."

"Good, no fever," Hayden announced, removing the instrument. "Let's still keep her in bed today. Tylenol every six hours and lots of fluids."

"I'll get her dressed and we can take her back to the big house," Jake said.

Baylor's opinions were dismissed in the events that followed. She was put into a long, pink flannel nightgown with ruffled trim and matching pink slippers (both compliments of Uncle Terry); her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and tied with a pink ribbon, then she was carried to the 'big' house and placed on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa and the remote control.

Terry fussed over her as though she were made of bone china. He brushed her hair into a French braid, brought her snacks, rubbed her cold feet and was constantly checking her forehead for fever.

"Where's Matt?" Baylor finally asked.

"He'll be back in a while. He said he had a mission," Jake said, sitting on her other side.

"Is he okay? You paddled him hard, didn't you?" she asked Terry with concern.

"Yep. My boy is sitting pretty today," Terry answered proudly.

"It was my fault, though. You shouldn't have punished him," she said.

"You amaze me," Terry said suddenly. "You are the first Little I've been around who didn't make the comment that he is a grown man and should not be paddled like a little boy."

"But he is
your
little boy, right? I see how you treat him at times, and he was clearly in teenage mode last night when he was messing with me. Why do you look so surprised? After living around this fiasco, did you think I would be shocked? I'm more concerned for him."

"You don't need to be concerned. He's fine. And yes, he is my Little at times," Terry assured her. "Your daddy is making your favorite breakfast and I have blueberry muffins in the oven. I want you to eat up and then we can either watch cartoons or color, okay?"

"I don't like cartoons," Baylor said.

"What?" Terry feigned horror, placing his hands on both sides of his face and mimicking 'The Scream' by Edvard Munch.

"Your face is gonna freeze that way." Baylor poked him in the side. "No, I don't like cartoons. I do like Disney, though."

"Disney? I have everything," Terry said with an exaggerated look of relief, making her giggle. "What's your favorite?"

"I like them all. Mulan?"

Terry grinned. "I
love
Mulan. And her hot boyfriend. I will be right back."

"You just made Uncle Terry very happy, little one." Jake kissed her temple. "How are you feeling?"

"Groggy and worn down, but okay."

"Good. I have some errands to run after breakfast, so you will have to be with Uncle Terry and Daddy Hayden without me for a bit."

"Is Matt coming back home?"

"You're really worried about him, aren't you? Here," he handed her the phone, "give him a call."

She dialed, and wrinkled her face when the phone rang several times before going to voicemail. "He's not answering. He hates me," Baylor said with tears in her eyes, feeling her eight-year-old persona ache with the rejection.