Guardian Domination (8 page)

Jace joined him and the two marched into the master bedroom together. They both had that same, intense look as they walked into the room. The brush in Jace’s hand and Mark unbuckling his belt and stripping it from the loops seemed ominous.

Gulping, I hid my face in my hair as I peeled down my pants, rolled my panties to my knees and leaned across the bed, burying my face in the blanket.

“You disobeyed me. Again. I told you to do that before we came in,” Jace was annoyed. “Before we begin, Mark and I have decided that we will administer half of your punishment now and the other half when we get home.”

“At that time,” Mark continued, snapping his belt, “You might be meeting some items in the second drawer and will definitely be cutting a couple of switches. This will never happen again, young lady. Understand?”

“Yes, Sirs. I’m so sorry,” I whispered into the bedspread, my heart pounding with fear.

“Mark, may I borrow your belt please? She didn’t follow my instructions to be prepared before we came in,” Jace held out his hand, accepting the old leather, well-worn brown two-inch wide belt from his friend. He weighed it in his hand and mouthed the word “nice” to Mark.

“Count to five, Youngster.”

WHOOSH! CRACK!

I shrieked.
Five
?

“Oh Gaaawwd! One!… Owwww! Jace! Two—”CRACK! CRACK! “Three! Four!” CRACK!- “Fiiiiiive! OHMYGOD! Jaaaaace!” I called out, panting and sobbing.

And these swats were for not being ready for the punishment that I had asked for! It took everything I had not to roll off the bed and run like the wind.

“My turn,” Mark said, taking the belt back from Jace. I felt his fingers on my bottom, inspecting the damage. He patted me and stood straight, refolding his belt in his hand. “Twenty with the belt and then over my knee for another hundred with my hand for drinking.”

And this was only
half
my punishment? Life was a blur when he began, each stroke of his belt sending a shock of pain through my body. I clutched the pillow, trying not to move, but Mark ended up pressing his hand into my back to keep me still as I kicked, twisted and bucked to escape.

He said nothing to me, forcing me to face the pain and the guilt of what I did to him and his trust. After twenty very fast and furious strokes that left my whole back-end feeling as though it had been stripped of several layers of skin, he sat down on the bed and calmly pulled me across his lap. Again, without a word, his hand began drumming against my bottom. Compared to the belt, it felt like a warm, heavy thudding.

Maybe I was numb by then, but it was almost soothing. It was over quickly and I just laid there, sobbing with every inch of my might.

“Stand up,” Mark said softly, helping me to my feet. “To the corner until Jace calls you over.”

“Hands on your head, no rubbing,” Jace added, watching me obey without a word. I put my forehead against the wall, fighting to calm my breathing and wiping my face and nose on my sleeve. A tissue was handed to me and I took it as permission to blow. My hands quivered as I placed them back on my head, forcing my bottom to stretch painfully.

Mark shook his head sadly, pointing at me while he gave Jace a questioning look. Jace mouthed “softie” and firmly shook his head no. With a deep sigh, Mark nodded and sat on the recliner, chin in hand as he observed me.

Jace rolled his eyes, seeing his friend’s distress. “Celeste, go to Mark please.”

In seconds, I was in Mark’s arms, being truly forgiven. Mark held me close, telling me how much he cared and that this had really hurt him deeply. He also said he was not looking forward to our homecoming, but I had to understand that he needed to fulfill his promise to me and be a man of his word.

Hiccupping, I nodded and said, “I know.”

After about ten minutes, Jace cleared his throat. “Okay, Sweetheart, time to face me,” he said in a low, steady voice. I glanced at Mark and saw a small degree of sympathy in his eyes, but he was going to show a united front with his friend.

I dragged myself to face Jace and, on impulse, threw my arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry, Jace. For everything,”

Jace hugged me. “I know, Baby. I also know that my life is better with you in it. It makes it worth the trouble you get into. Now, over my knee. Remember, this is for drinking. We will deal with the stealing when we get home.”

I obeyed, clutching his leg as he positioned me comfortably for what would be one of the longest spankings of my life. When his hand found my bottom, it lit a new fire and sent me into throws of kicking and yelping. I was pinned, I couldn’t escape and eventually just wilted there limp and sobbing as he continued to spank me. His fingers were like molten steel, searing my flesh and leaving my hide feeling smoked and raw at the same time.

He paused only long enough to pick up the hairbrush and say “Thirty.” Each painful smack was fully concentrated on my sit spot and upper thighs. He ignored my screams and pleas, immobilizing me as I ungraciously sought to avoid every blow, especially the ones that landed quite unpleasantly in the same spot.

That odd, unfamiliar sensation began to trickle through me as my body started to numb itself and feel separate, separating the pain from my present reality. Jace, noticing my sudden relaxation under his hand, grunted. He held me in place, face down over his lap, as he gently rubbed my bottom.

“Now you know what it feels like to be blistered, my love,” he said quietly. “Come to me.”

His arms engulfed me. I was out of tears and strength, but I was also free of my guilt and knew that Jace, too, had truly forgiven me. Plus that strange event I had experienced left me feeling even closer and more dependent on him than before.

Mark brought a washcloth for my face and the two of them tucked me into Jace’s big bed. The cool sheets felt good against my hot, bare bottom, and the cool cloth against my puffy eyes. They sat on the edge, talking softly about work until I fell asleep, free of guilt.

I heard a word whispered as I drifted off… “Subspace.” What did that mean?

Chapter Six

Lessons

“Owwww,” I whimpered, fidgeting next to Mark on the plane. Even with the ibuprofen he slipped me, I was completely unable to get comfortable. Like before, Jace was asleep within fifteen minutes of getting onboard and this time, I wisely handed Mark the dinner request to fill out. I also noticed that he didn’t touch any alcohol. The flight across country took forever, and, if it’s remotely possible, the drive back up to Monterey seemed to take even longer.

I watched the ocean as we traveled up the I-1 towards home and tried not to think of my upcoming week. To my utmost mortification, the boys insisted on ‘inspecting’ the damage to my bottom that morning prior to our departure, and then determined it best to wait until Friday to “evaluate” my condition for the remainder of my punishment. A quick glance in the mirror showed a scattered amount of light bruises and strawberry-colored marks speckled over my poor backend. By far, it felt worse than it looked and I WAS certainly grateful that the boys acknowledged that. Mark insisted that I should be thankful… but all I could do was offer him the most miserable look I could manage.

I swore I was cured and that I would never drink again. Mark, with his demented sense of humor, suggested photographing my backside and using it to initiate a new method of sobriety.

I was shocked when he began to discuss the idea in seriousness with Jace, and I had a growing sense that both he and Jace might be involved in this corporal punishment thing more than just with me. I contemplated the scenario, wondering if, indeed, they spanked their girlfriends. I wouldn’t have been surprised since I could not picture either of them tolerating a bossy, loud mouth female, but I did wonder if the time would ever be right to ask.

Finally, we were home and were immediately attacked by two very excited puppies who had succeeded in exhausting Gayle, a very close friend of Mark’s. With an evil grin, Mark excused himself and departed with the pretty brunette to the cute three bedroom guest house.

Jace chuckled as he watched them walk away, and then scooped Princess up in his arms while I grabbed Diamond. We walked quietly to the north-west side of the property, stretching our legs. “It’s good to be home,” Jace said, putting Princess down to run. He took Diamond from me and did the same. “How are you feeling, baby?” His voice was laced with genuine concern.

“I hurt bad. I know I really disappointed you. I will never do it again,” I promised with all sincerity.

He put his arm around my shoulders, kissed my temple and began to walk slowly. “You scared the living hell out of me. I’ve seen too many people I care about die from alcohol and drugs. More so, your asshole father is an alcoholic. I never want that for you.”

“It was the last time, I swear.”

Jace nodded. “I believe you. I don’t… I don’t want to lose you.”

I said nothing as I contemplated his words, just leaned against his solid chest as he stopped to hug me. I could sense the affection he had for me but the truth was, I wanted more than affection. I wanted
him
.

Jace broke into a laugh as we approached the house, seeing Gayle kiss Mark, then rub her bottom before getting in the car. So he DID spank his girlfriends! I giggled and Jace looked down at me and smiled. “Guess she pushed the wrong button with our buddy, huh?” he stated.

“She’s quite the character, that one!” Mark was grinning. He caught my eye and winked. “See, Brat? You aren’t the only one who gets their bottom smacked.”

“Goes to show that you are never too old.” Jace chuckled.

“What would you guys do if I had a boyfriend and he spanked me?” I asked seriously, needing to know if my protectors would defend me.

Mark ruffled my hair. “That’s easy. You’re never going to be allowed to have a boyfriend.”

“We might let you date when you’re fifty, but then, he better know how to handle you.” Jace added.

I pouted. They always seemed to think they were so funny.

“But if that did occur, we would have to watch him and make sure he did it correctly,” Mark added.

“Kinky bastards,” I muttered, shrieking when Jace landed a smart smack to my backside for my language. He laughed at my scowl and we all went inside to unwind from the trip.

“So, back to the routine. I need you to read that chapter I assigned you last week, I’m quizzing you tomorrow on it,” Mark-the-Teacher, said.

Jace laughed at the look on my face. “Welcome home, Kiddo. Go take a dip in the pool to cool down your bottom then you can get your homework done.” He turned to Mark, “You’re relentless.”

“You and I just have different areas that we are insistent about. Academics are mine, behavior is yours,” Mark shrugged, knowing Jace was teasing. “It’s a good balance for her, you know. I do feel bad for that bottom though,” he added.

“Yeah, me too. It’s one thing getting sadistic on a grown adult who likes it, another thing on an eighteen-year-old kid who needs it. I’m just glad she’s responding to it the way she does. We’re a good team, Bro. I really appreciate your help with her.”

“You’ve thanked me enough for it, J. Don’t you get it? You guys are the only family I have here, and my best friends. I trust you with my life, and my secrets,” Mark added.

Jace hugged him. “Me, too. Chinese and movie?”

“Actually, I’m going over to see Gayle a little later. Apparently, she’s having some problems with one of her bio classes and needs a tutor,” he said, grinning and elbowing Jace with a wink.

“Yeah, right. Don’t forget the new hairbrush I bought for you,” Jace snickered.

* * *

I yawned, trying to focus on the stupid math problem Mark gave to me. Why the hell would I care if a train got there before a bus? I don’t ride in either of them. Mark was typing on his laptop, focused on whatever. He had his back angled toward me and didn’t see me get up. I slung my arms around him from behind, putting my cheek against his ear.

“Mark, I’m bored and can’t focus. Please, can we get out of here?”

Mark didn’t miss a word as he continued to type and talk. “Finish up that paper and we’ll take a break.”

“I can’t concentrate.
Please
? I’ve been good all week.”

“Good, because it’s Friday and time for us to discuss the remainder of what happened last week,” he said firmly, punching the save key and tilting his face against mine while he rubbed his scratchy cheek against me. “You know better than to mix our personal relationship with class. It’s disruptive.”

I crawled around to face him. “Please?”

“Oh, alright. Just don’t bother Jace, he’s recording.”

“He’s always recording,” I groaned.

“He’s the Guitar God. You can’t interrupt the genius when he’s working,” Mark said in all seriousness.

We left to grab some frozen yogurt in town, which was about twenty minutes from the estate. Then we roamed around, looking in windows.

“Mark? What’s going to happen to me tonight?”

“Ah, so that’s what’s on your mind. I’m not certain yet, not completely.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well…” He opened the car door for me and watched as I buckled my seat belt. “To start: one, or both of us, will definitely be giving you a switching.”

My mouth hung open as he closed my door and walked to the driver’s side.

“I’ve never had that before.”

“There is a lot that you have never had which, if you keep behaving, you might never have to get introduced to. This time, however, you need to take your discipline to heart. You have no idea how much you frightened us. Did you know people die from alcohol poisoning? They also fall down stairs and break their necks. They suffocate while puking their guts up. What if that happened and there was no one there to help you?”

“I never drank before. I didn’t think of that.”

“Nor did you think of the implication of stealing. Forget that, let’s go to the next level. Do you realize the courts could take you from Jace for something like this? This could have been your one-way ticket to the slammer.”