Moving a Little Heart (9 page)

He unfastened his belt from around his waist and pulled it free from the loops with a swish. Then he folded it in half, the buckle jingling in his hand as he snatched her wrist and pulled her to the living room couch.

"No! Daddy! Jake! Please!" Baylor wailed hysterically as he sat down and turned her promptly across his knee. In a flash, her legs were once again secured under his right one, and her wrists were pinned against the small of her back by his left hand. There came a gust of cool air against her bare thighs as her dress was whisked a second time to her waist.

And then it happened. He pulled down her panties.

Added to the horror of the unfolding events, now came the utter mortification of being unclothed beneath Jake's steely gaze. The sixty seconds which followed were the most painful that Baylor had so far experienced. Her bottom was already sore and swollen from his hand, and the feeling of his belt lashing against her bare flesh left her screaming for mercy. Each time the narrow strip of leather landed across the cheeks of her backside, it felt like a hot branding iron that was searing and blistering her skin. The intensity of the pain made it impossible to keep count, and the anguish of her punishment blotted out all her ability to think. Over and over, his strong, tireless arm never faltered, until every last trace of stubbornness and willful defiance had been broken and replaced with sorrow and penitence in the heart of the young woman across his knee.

Something switched inside her mind and everything became simple. Baylor suddenly became prepared to do anything necessary to become a person that Hayden and Jake could be proud of—a person that
she
, Baylor Anne Parish, would be proud of. She wanted to be their good little girl and an honest, trustworthy woman. She swore that, if only her world could be made right again, she would do what she could to be the best she could be. Nothing else mattered.

She came to dim awareness that her spanking had stopped, although Jake still held her tightly in position, with her panties now dangling on her ankles. He released her wrists and gently patted her aching posterior, saying nothing as her sobbing began to soften and resolve. He pulled her panties back up over her thighs and across her pulsating backside, taking care to lift the thin material and not cause her any more discomfort. With her right hand, Baylor reached backed to clutch her bottom, burying her face in her left arm as the unhappy tears continued to fall.

Wordlessly, she was lifted from her prone position on his lap and settled to face him with her chest pressed to his. Numbly, Baylor wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, resting her cheek on his shoulder. The heat of his stomach against her groin was surprisingly soothing, and she scooted further to press him as close as she could to her body. Her tears turned to tiny hiccups as he held her there, rocking her and kissing the crown of her head.

Once her breathing calmed, Jake picked her up and carried her to his room where he removed her shoes and tucked her lovingly under the sheets. With a final kiss on the forehead, he draped his quilt over her body and left.

Limp with exhaustion, Baylor felt the peaceful tranquility of sleep overtake her. She awoke several hours later to the orange radiance of the low hanging sun that streamed through the open window and onto her face. She sat up, slowly and carefully, taking the time to look around the room. His room. An indescribable sense of stillness filled her, the type of calm that enveloped her like a cocoon. She felt clean, as though she had awakened as a different person. No other word could describe the emotions: only that with the pain of her punishment, and the loving care that followed, Baylor finally felt free. Free of guilt, free of anger, and free of the past.

She listened to the easy whisper of the breeze through the branches of the tree outside his room and concentrated on the ebb and fall of her breath. No thoughts or words flitted through her mind at the moment. All was settled. All was at peace. All was forgiven. She had never before felt such content, and prayed that the feeling would never end.

As dusk slowly fell, the scent of cooking and faint sounds of dinner being served floated up the stairwell. The dull, throbbing ache of her backside was joined by an unpleasant itch that no amount of rubbing would relieve. She was also ravenously hungry. Glancing at the foot of the bed, she noticed that a pair of pajamas had been laid out for her. Carefully pulling herself to her feet, she slipped her 'little girl dress' up over her head and stood, naked except for the white cotton panties and ankle socks.

Biting her lip, Baylor turned her back to the large mirror on the dresser and slowly pulled the material away from her bottom. She was left in no doubt as to whether she had received the spanking of her life as she regarded the deep red blotches left by Jake's hand, which were crisscrossed with narrow welts from his belt. Once again, he had been right, as she'd found herself hoping for some sort of leftover marks to prove that her bottom had actually been pulverized. With a sad sigh, she donned the oversized t-shirt and replaced the panties with loose-fitting, Batman pajama bottoms obviously swiped from Matt's dresser. Warmth filled her chest as she recognized this gesture as an effort to provide both covering and comfort.

The sound of footsteps mounting the stairs startled her. Jake's face was grim as he entered the room. "How are you doing, baby?" he asked, reaching for her face with his warm hand.

"I'm so sorry."

"I know, little one." He embraced her warmly and rubbed her back, with his face buried in her hair. "So am I. I was too hard on you. It was your first real punishment, and—"

"I deserved every bit of it," Baylor interrupted, closing her eyes as she inhaled his scent. "What I did was inexcusable. You did what a good daddy needed to do."

"Thank you for saying that. Uncle Terry agrees with you. I have never felt, well, guilty for punishing my Little before. At least, not guilty in the way I felt after punishing you. It's confusing to me."

"What do you mean?" The question came as he pulled her to rest her head on his shoulder while stretching out on the bed.

"In the past, all my girls have been defiant, disobedient and even dishonest at times, and each earned spankings to this degree and even more. I've never questioned the need, or the severity. But with you," he turned his face to look into hers, "it's different. I had to ask myself; why? And the thought that I would leave a bruise on you—even accidentally—sickened me."

He shifted, bringing her body close enough so that he could absently rub his hand against her tender, swollen rear. "Maybe it's because you placed so much trust in me. You're the first Little I've had who was completely ignorant of the lifestyle. I received you as a blank slate, to teach and mold into what I wanted in a true age-play partner. You were perfect for me, but I was selfish in not asking if you were perfect for yourself. I need to know your thoughts and feelings, Baylor. Please."

She took in a deep breath, contemplating his question. "I really can't find the words. My bottom feels like I sat on hot coals, but I'm not angry. In fact," she looked into his eyes, "I am happy right now. Happier than I ever remember being. I don't understand it, either. I should be livid, right? I mean, how many grown women would allow a man to do what you did to me? Not that I had much of a choice." She laughed quietly, in continued disbelief of what had happened to her. Snuggling closer, she wrapped her left arm over his stomach. "You gave me something that no one has ever given me; your time and attention. What I feel from you is nothing like I've had before. Until you and Hayden came into my life, I was alone. Completely alone. I can't tell you how much I feel my heart has moved from a place of cold emptiness to warm fullness. It actually aches."

Jake slipped his hand under the waistband of her pants and placed it over her hot flesh, his fingertips absentmindedly stroking the raised welts. "You've moved my heart, as well. I didn't think I could love again, but you proved me wrong."

"Same here. Daddy?"

"Yes, darling?" His smile was warm and inviting.

"I'm starving. I think that spanking revived my appetite, even though it did temporarily steal my ability to sit."

"I'm sure Uncle Terry will have a cushion all ready for you to sit on at the table."

"Can't I just eat up here?"

"No. Tables are for eating. Beds are for sleeping." He nudged her with a wink. "Among other things."

"You know we love you, right?" Terry asked, holding the chair for Baylor while Jake went to prepare her a plate. He sat down on her right and waited for Jake to join them.

"Yeah, I can really feel the love right now," she groaned, as she lowered herself down. "A little too much love. I need to stand." She quickly rose after her bottom made contact with the chair's surface.

"Sitting on a sore bottom is part of the lesson," Terry said. "Plant it."

"Aw, show some mercy." She batted her eyelashes and stuck out her lower lip.

Terry yanked playfully on it. "Doesn't work on me. Sit yourself down."

Baylor winced as she obeyed. "I bet I can make it work on you. I just need to up my cuteness factor and do some more practicing. Thank you, Daddy," she said, as a plate was put in front of her.

"You're welcome. Hmm, you're sitting down," he observed, pulling up his chair on her left side. "That means I was too lenient."

"No!" Baylor popped back up to stand. She pointed to Terry. "He made me, and I was trying to be good!"

"It was her very first punishment. Do you think that maybe we can forego the rule of sitting on a sore bottom just for today?" Jake asked with a grin.

"You're the daddy. What you say goes." Terry chuckled.

"Excellent. Do you see any reason to ground her on top of her spanking?"

"Ordinarily, I would suggest a few days of restriction or extra chores, like unpacking," Terry said, eying Baylor. She stuck her tongue out at him and then offered a cheesy smile. "But I think that ass whipping was sufficient to teach a lesson. Why? Got something in mind?"

"Yes. Let's take her into the desert tomorrow so she can take some pictures."

"Really? For sures?" Baylor asked excitedly.

"Yes, darling. Really, for sures. Eat your dinner."

"She certainly is cute," Terry said, sitting across the table. "Can I have a baby day with her?"

"Sure. Ah, no arguing. Eat," Jake ordered, holding his hand in the air before Baylor could protest. "Double check with Hayden first because he might want to play, too. He likes doing that now and then."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full," both men said at once.

"I'll ask him when he gets back. Any news from the field?" Terry asked.

"Just that they found the idiot in an old mine and had to chisel him out. Apparently, he went right through the boards and nearly froze to death because he didn't bring anything useful with him, including a partner. Yes?" Jake acknowledged Baylor's raised hand.

"Is it dangerous when they go on these rescue things?"

"Very much so. They are as much captive to the environment as the victims," Jake answered. "They have the best team on the planet, but that won't protect them from a flash flood or a rock slide. The desert temperatures at this time of year drop to freezing, especially underground. Those mines have been as responsible for as many deaths as the sun in the dead of summer."

"Doesn't that worry you?"

"Honey-doll," Jake squeezed her hand, "my heart stops every time I hear the phone ring, in fear that it's 'the call' that tells me I've lost my brother and my oldest friend. It doesn't worry me. It terrifies me."

Baylor crinkled her brow. Seeing this side of Jake was disturbing—not because he was vulnerable, but because, for the first time, she didn't know what to do. Helplessly, she looked across the table at Terry. He looked sad as well.

"That's one of the reasons why we're such a close family. It's also why we are so worried about the people we care about. All of us are in jobs that could get us killed, and each of us have lost people we were close to. We don't take for granted that we will have a tomorrow so we make the best out of today," he explained, glancing at the picture of himself and Matt on the bookshelf.

Baylor rose and planted herself on Jake's lap, clenching her teeth as her bottom protested his hard muscles pressing against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clapped her mouth to his. She kissed him deeply and then ran her hand over his short hair.

"I promise to kick the ass of anyone, or anything, who hurts one of my boys."

"You do, do you?" Jake tugged her ear. "And how will you kick the ass of a blizzard in the middle of the Sierras?"

"Hey, I have skills."

"I don't think your skills will be much of a match against a wildfire, Sweetheart."

"Don't piss in my Cheerios." Baylor pouted. "I'm trying to be gallant."

"Can a girl be gallant?" Jake asked.

Terry chuckled. "She can in my particular circle of friends. Baylor-love, you need to slide that bottom of yours back to your chair and finish your dinner."

"But I'm cuddling my daddy," she answered, flopping the side of her head against Jake's chest and offering a smile.

"Yes, you are adorable, but you need to listen to me. Do you want to be grounded for the rest of the weekend and not be allowed to go out with us?"

"No," came the mope.

"Then be a good girl and do as you're told. You will have plenty of time to play with your daddy later."

Baylor sighed, kissing Jake one last time, and gingerly exchanged his warm lap for the cushioned chair. Spontaneously, she stuck her tongue out at Terry as she allowed her inner child to 'come out and play'.

"That wasn't very nice," Terry scolded lightly.

"What did she do?" Jake asked.

"Nothing important," Terry said, winking at Baylor. "Let's just say that my little angel and I have an understanding now."

"Did I miss something?"

"You always do, my friend," Terry said with a grin. "You always do."

Jake frowned and looked at the two of them with suspicion. "What kind of mischief are you two making?"

"I don't make mischief."

"No, but you instigate it. Baylor?"

"Nothing, Daddy dear. Uncle Terry and I are just playing."

***

"How's your bottom?" Jake asked, tucking her into bed later that evening.

"Really sore and itchy. Daddy? Can we talk?"

"Of course. Make some room for me. We need to find you a bigger mattress. This thing is made for munchkins," he commented, regarding her single-sized bed.

Baylor shrugged. "I didn't know I would be sharing my life with normal-sized people one day. Before I say anything, I have a big favor to ask."

"Go ahead."

"It probably goes against your rules, but since you've already seen me and stuff, I was thinking that, maybe, you know…" she trailed off.

"You're rambling. Just say it."

"Would you rub some lotion on my butt? I can't sit still."

"I'm feeling very generous today, so yes. I'll be right back," Jake said.

"Where are you going?"

"To get some oil. Stay put."

Baylor was not expecting the sudden rush of excitement that trembled down her back and anchored itself in her groin. Did this man even suspect she was lusting for him? Hell,
she
hadn't even suspected it until that moment. Her mouth grew dry, waiting for him to return. Figuring she had a good five minutes, she rushed into the shower.

A hand clamped over her mouth from behind and she felt a large body press against her back.

"It's me," Jake whispered in her ear. "You should really start locking the bathroom door if you don't want visitors."

The steaming hot water spilled over their bodies as he let his hand slip from her mouth and travel slowly down her chest. He bypassed her breasts, grazing between the soft mounds, and rested the flat of his hand upon her taut stomach. He pulled her hair away with his other hand, his lips finding that tiny soft spot at the nape of her neck, just behind the pulse point of her right ear. He kissed it, and then bit lightly, steadying her body with the arm holding her waist.

"Am I a welcome visitor here?" he asked, biting her again, this time pulling her skin between his teeth and sucking gently.

"Yesss," she hissed, slapping her left hand against the shower and clutching the knobs with the other.

The suction increased, bringing delightful pain.

"How welcome?" he asked, his words slightly muffled as he held her flesh in his teeth.

"My door is open to you," Baylor purred.

"Do I need a key?"

"No."

He reached across her body to grasp the bar of soap before lathering it in his hands, his arms squeezing the sides of her breasts as he continued to hold her with her back pressed against his body.

"Ow," she whispered, as her tender bottom made contact against his thighs. He placed the soap between her breasts and slowly began to skim it up and down her torso.

"You really shouldn't open your door to strangers. It's not safe," Jake murmured into her cheek. He dropped the soap and placed both hands on her waist, slowly inching his palms upward until they clasped the base of her breasts.

"You're not a stranger and I have never felt safer than I do now," Baylor panted as his hand tilted forward so his slippery thumbs could trace tiny circles over her nipples. "You stopped being a stranger that very first night when you trespassed into my life. Eek!" she shrieked, as he playfully smacked her backside.

"Trespassed?" he repeated, turning her roughly around to face him. "I'll show you what it means to be trespassed."

He claimed her mouth with crushing demands, bruising her lips as he held her jaw firmly in the cup of his hand. His thick cock stood rigidly against his belly as his left hand reached behind her back and cupped her swollen bottom. She shivered with the thrust of his pelvis against her groin, her body aching with a need she had never experienced—certainly not for, or with, her ex. Felix had been severely lacking in every area; including skill and physical endowment.

The sheer width of Jake's shaft both terrified and amazed her. Would he fit inside her without it hurting? Probably not, but that was the type of pain she longed for.

"What's wrong?" He brushed his mouth against her throat.

"You're so big. I've never been with anyone except the ex and he was, well, so not you," she panted, kissing him back.

"Touch me," Jake demanded, pressing her back against the wet wall.

Their mouths tightened and tongues entwined as Baylor timidly wrapped her fingers around the pulsating girth of his rod and felt the heat within her hand. Jake's hand slid over the twin mounds of her tender, bruised bottom, alternating between gently squeezing the sore flesh of her cheeks and exploring the slick valley between. His other hand cautiously approached her pussy, his fingers parting the wet petals and presenting her clit to the stream of hot water that ran between them.

A single finger slid into her snug slippery channel and she responded with slow, firm strokes of her hand along the velvet skin of his hard shaft. With her other hand, she dug into his buttocks, urging him even closer.

Jake broke the kiss and lifted her breast to his lips, drawing Baylor's pebbly nipple deeply into his mouth. The warm water dribbled over his lips as he ran his tongue over the pink peak of her breast and around the rose-colored areola. She gasped at the sensation and fought to stay upright.

"Does this feel good?" he asked, moving to the other pleading mound and kissing the tip.

"Yes," Baylor whispered, dragging her fingers through his hair and inviting him to continue, just a little harder. "More."

Jake chuckled. He pulled away from her hand and kneeled on the shower stall floor. He ran his mouth and tongue over her drenched skin, starting around the tiny indentation of her navel, up to her ribcage, along the curves of her abdomen and across the hipbones.

Baylor pressed the palms of her hands on the shower walls when his lips found her smooth shaven mound. He drew her outer lips fully into his mouth and bit down deliciously onto the delicate flesh. Parting the soft folds with his tongue, he licked the budding tip of her clit, and received a rewarding moan of pleasure in return. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the towel rail, arching her pelvis forward and widening her thighs. She grabbed the short hair at the back of his head and pressed his mouth against her pussy, begging to experience the dual sensation of his fucking her with his tongue and occasional nips over her swollen lips and clit.

Jake lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder, forcing her to brace her back firmly against the tiled wall. She strained her pelvis further, stretching her thighs even wider, to allow his mouth to fully service her. She sucked the moist air into her lungs and her breath came in short spurts as the sharp sweetness of the climax began to grow. Twisting her fingers in his hair, she forced his mouth deeper to her body, all the while making tiny movements with her hips.

 "I didn't know it could feel like this," Baylor panted, her eyes closing as she grew closer to relief. "I want to feel you in me."

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, moving up her body.

"Yes," she said, wrapping her leg around his thigh and inviting him in. He lifted her off the ground and guided her over the tip of his cock. Carefully, his rod inched itself into her starving sheath—filling her, stretching her,
hurting
her with delightful agony. Little by little, he embedded himself into her tightness until her clit tickled against the soft fuzz of his groin.