Guardian Domination (23 page)

I sat down, feet in the water and pulled Ben down to sit with me. “Ben needs to talk with you two about something important.”

Jace joined us, splashing me lightly. “Is everything okay?” he asked, seeing Ben’s eyes avoid them.

I nodded, elbowing Ben, “Go on. Trust me, they will both understand.”

Reluctantly, Ben admitted his obsession, spilling out his embarrassment and confusion, fears and doubts. He said he couldn’t talk with his father about it and didn’t know what to do.

Mark and Jace were silent, listening carefully. Probably wondering how much to reveal about their lifestyle. Jace looked at Mark, who nodded and pulled himself out of the water.

“First, you are not a pervert. This is normal for men your age to be curious. I wish I had someone to talk to when my obsession started.”

“Me too,” Mark said, tapping Ben on the foot. “I know it’s hard to talk with me because of school, but I swear to you anything you share will be held in strictest confidence. I trust it will be that way with you as well.”

“Of course, I’d never do anything to hurt you guys. What’s wrong with me? How can I fix it?”

Jace hugged Ben and looked at me. “Did you want me to leave so you guys can talk?” I offered.

“It’s up to Ben, Honey. You know the subject matter.”

“It’s okay if she stays. She’s my voice of reason.”

Jace laughed, shaking his head. “I never thought I would hear that comment about her. Okay, how far have you taken this curiosity?”

Ben admitted it was all mental so far and when it was fully awakened. …

Mark chuckled, shaking his head, and then poked me. “Didn’t I tell you that day when you talked with me? He’s a Dom in the making.”

“You told her what? What’s that, exactly?”

Mark calmly explained the Dominant/Submissive relationship then Jace further provided information regarding Domestic Discipline. Ben’s eyes grew wide, taking it all in. It then dawned on him. “Both of you are Doms?”

Jace and Mark nodded, explaining how they approached things from different perspectives. Ben was amazed and looked at me. “How do you stand it?”

“I’m not Mark’s sub, and only touching the surface with Jace as his trainee.” I grinned. “Gayle is a true submissive. I wouldn’t want things any other way.”

“But you guys seem so, well…” Ben flushed. “…
Normal
.”

“We are normal. The difference between us and people like your dad or Dr. Parker is that we aren’t afraid, or ashamed, to face our dark side,” Mark explained.

“The important thing, too, is that you understand the difference between discipline and abuse. Some Doms are more sadistic than others, and take it too far. You need to be honest with yourself about what you want to see when you act,” Jace stated, drying off.

Ben thought about it. “Do you mean how far I want to go?”

“What he’s asking, Ben, is what turns you on? What degree do your fantasies take you? Redness, bruises, blood?” I was frustrated. Why can’t men just come out and say things? I also found this very interesting. I knew where my fantasies took
me
…certainly nowhere that I wanted to go in real life.

Ben suppressed a smile. “That’s easy. They take me to what Jeannie’s butt looked like after that paddling— nice, red and hot.”

“A man after my own heart,” Jace chuckled. “You need to learn the skills to be effective, and, if you really want to experiment with this, I will teach you what I know to prevent any serious injury. That’s the mistake a lot of us make in the beginning if we don’t have a mentor. I learned from reading and watching videos, and it took a long time before I found my balance.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a guitar player. Take it from a drummer, we spank harder. Huh, Celeste?”

“Both of you, stop it,” I grumbled. I didn’t like where this was going. Even Ben started getting that same gleam. This was not a safe place for a subby wanna-be.

“There are things that we both agree with, though. You are nineteen and are not, under any circumstance, to have sex with your subs if they are under-age. Everything must be consensual. If you are going to pursue this lifestyle, you need to practice self-control before you expect it of your girls. And you are never, ever, to raise a finger in anger,” Jace said very firmly.

“You have more than one?”

“Prior to
this
girl entering my life, I carried about ten. Mark did too, before he got married. When you take on a sub, they become your precious possession, to be cherished, nurtured, directed and cared-for with every ounce you have inside of you. Without those characteristics, you are nothing but a sadist. And I won’t train you how to be a sadist, Ben.”

“They become our knights in shining armor,” I whispered, wrapping my arm around Jace’s leg. “I don’t know what I would have done without either of them.”

Ben nodded, eyes bright. “Teach me, Obi-Wan.”

Mark chuckled, also drying off. “I’m going to go take a shower and then a nap. Ben, I’m serious. You can approach me about anything, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks, Mark. Just one question. If I decide to spank Jeannie at school, will I get in trouble for it?”

“Discretion, my boy. Wait until school’s over and you have some privacy,” Mark laughed, leaving the three of us.

It’s been at least a good month since The Room incident and I was doing my best to avoid any further events. Jace led us into the living room and asked Ben to sit in the recliner before ordering me onto the couch.

“How has my girl been behaving lately?” Jace asked, doing his blowfish thing.

Ben was taking it all in like a fish to water and thought about it for a moment with that gleam in his eye. “Nothing too bad as of late. Except for that little yogurt fiasco last week.”

I glared at him and Jace caught it. “First, you are never to allow your subs to give you looks like that. It also tells me that she’s been hiding something. You’ll learn to read body language as well. Care to ‘fess up, my dear?”

“Jace, I swear, it was nothing. I just rubbed a little yogurt on his face for teasing me.”

“A little yogurt? She dumped the whole cone over my head!”

I could see Jace fighting not to laugh. He so easily pictured me doing something like that. “Hmmm, so you just lied to me? And don’t you consider that behavior disrespectful to the restaurant and your friend?”

“And she’s been swearing a lot too,” Ben admitted with an evil grin, watching the dynamics carefully. I knew he didn’t want me in too much trouble with Jace, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“I see. Breaking my rules as well,” Jace hummed, continuing to give the impression that he was growing.

I found myself shrinking into the couch
. Please, let this not be happening,
I prayed.

“Position is everything,” Jace began to explain, sitting next to me. I looked at him pleadingly. I knew he wasn’t angry, however, he had that “because I feel like it” look on his face which never boded well for me. “Celeste Joline, you know the drill.”

“Seriously, Jace? In front of Ben?” I resisted.

“He risked embarrassment by telling us his secret. Now, you will show him how a good submissive behaves.”

“But I’m NOT a good submissive!” I argued.

Jace grabbed my ear and pushed me across his lap, my bottom sticking straight up in the air. Ben leaned forward in fascination.

I growled, promising I would personally kick his ass if that boy got a hard-on! Jace then showed him the different parts of bottom- too high, too low, just right. He then demonstrated the falling motion of the hand and use of the wrist. I was SO humiliated and felt so ridiculous.

“Now the rhythm. Before I start, I just wanted to reinforce that this little bottom belongs to me and me alone. I don’t share it, okay? You may watch and learn, but no practicing on it,” Jace said firmly.

Ben nodded, eyes glittering. I instantly decided to add his name to my Top Ten Jerks of the year.

I hissed as Jace landed the first stroke across my shorts. His explained the tempo, preferences and responses, then proceeded to show Ben how the slow, hard strokes gave time to breath, think and anticipate, while the fast flurry caused immediate tears and escape attempts. He then showed how to lock his victim in place with his right leg and left arm, especially when the shorts were coming down.
Oh my God, he wasn’t going to bare me in front of Ben
!

My bathing suit bottoms left nothing to the imagination, especially since Jace pulled them up to expose my reddening cheeks. Jace continued to spank and talk, instructing Ben in the intricacies of his craft. I was crying softly when he finally stopped, but he left me there and started explaining the importance of aftercare as he cuddled me closely and stroked my hair.

I was released when the phone rang and Jace excused himself to answer it. Ben scuttled over next to me. “Wow, are you okay?”

“I’m mad at you. Why did you snitch on me? Don’t you realize how much that hurts?” I sniffed.

Ben squeezed my knee. “Sorry, but I was curious. Jace’s pretty cool. So is Mark. Thanks for talking me into letting them know.”

“All I can say is I feel sorry for Jeannie. If you even learn half of the effectiveness Jace has, she’s going to be tender.”

“I can’t wait,” Ben snickered, rubbing his hands together.

“Just a word of caution. She may not appreciate it and break up with you. She might also reveal what you did.”

“And who would be more embarrassed? Me, or the knowledge that she was being a rude little brat and got spanked for it?”

“You have a point. Here, this is what you wanted to know.” I allowed him to slip his hand under my shorts to the hot area of my sit spot.

Ben eyes widened, his fingers caressing the tender flesh. “Man, that’s some heat!” he admitted, reluctantly removing his hand and patting my knee. “I gotta get home for dinner. Before I go, can I ask you something?”

I nodded, rubbing my sore bottom. “I obviously have no secrets now. Go on.”

“Do you like it?”

I blushed, glancing down. “Not when it’s happening, but afterwards I feel all warm and tingly. It’s because Jace is the one doing it. He makes me feel safe, secure and loved. If you're asking me if I like being spanked
overall
, I have to say yes. Not the pain, but the love that goes with it.”

“Are you really planning on becoming his sub?”

“Yes.” I had no doubts there! “The question is…when? “

Ben thought about it for a moment. “You know Jace is never going to let you go. He’s staked his claim.”

“I hope not. I want to be his,” I admitted.

Ben nodded, understanding and squeezed my hand. “I’m glad. He’s good for you and really loves you, and he’s a decent guy. He’s also getting to raise you for what he’d want in a woman. That’s pretty cool if you think about it. Just be patient. He’s spoiled you for any other guy.”

“When did you get to be so wise and all-knowing?” I asked smartly, partly out of embarrassment.

Ben helped me to my feet. “Because I’m a guy and I see it. And, that’s how I would feel if I was in the same place. See ya tomorrow, okay? We’ll take the horses down to the beach with the dogs.”

I walked him to the door and watched him jump in his jeep to drive home.
What if it were true? Would Jace want me as a woman one day and not just a sub?
That would be the ultimate fantasy come true. And Ben was right; after Jace, no other man could ever compare.

I walked back into the house and wrapped my arms around Jace’s back, holding him tightly as he talked on the phone. When he hung up, he shifted around to hold me close against his hard chest. I closed my eyes, hearing his heart-beat, feeling the heat of his skin and breathing in the scent that was his alone. He rested his lips on top of my head and kissed me.

“What was this for? I figured you’d be mad at me.”

“I was, but I’m over it.” I smiled, snuggling in his arms. Mischievously, I added, “I also was late on a homework assignment in geometry.”

Jace pulled away, looking at me carefully, a smile in his eyes and more than happy to oblige. He knew I needed to feel his hand on my bare flesh and led me upstairs to his room. Over his knee, bottom completely bared, the sharp cracks of his hands against my stinging backside filled my need for closeness, and the warm rubbing of his hand between the spanks offered the intimacy I craved.

I closed my eyes and embraced every stroke as the delightful stinging left me feeling confident in his love. My bottom might very well belong to him, but his heart and soul belonged only to me. He just didn’t know it yet. Or maybe, he did…

Chapter Nineteen

Halloween

Something had been bothering Jace lately and the result was a suffocating degree of overprotectiveness that made me want to lash out at him. Everything was ‘no’ to him.

I complained to Mark who, predictably, supported Jace’s decisions especially since my grades were not up to par. The final situation was being forbidden to attend a Halloween party with Ben and Jeannie. Ben’s futile attempt to talk to Jace about it was met with an “I said no and I mean it.”

Pouting, I glanced at Jace’s gig calendar. He was playing Halloween night in LA, meaning that he, Mark and Gayle would be gone! I could go and be back, and he would never know!

As soon as the band left that Saturday, I called Ben. “Hey, it’s me. Guess what? Jace changed his mind since he forgot he was playing tonight,” I lied. “Can you come get me for the party?”

“Great! I’ll be there around seven. Jeannie’s got a cold, so you can be my date.”

“I love being sloppy seconds,” I groaned. “I just have to be home before midnight, okay?”

“No problem. See you tonight.”

My plan was simple— Jace’s gig started at eight and ended at 1:30 in the morning and I would forward the house phone to my cell in case Jace called. I raided Jace’s costume closet and found a bunch of long beaded vests and necklaces. With a long gauze skirt and peasant blouse, and a headband across my forehead, I pulled off an absolutely adorable 60s look. Pleased with my own cuteness, I slipped on some sandals and waited for Ben.