Guardian Domination

by Breanna Hayse

  “One more reminder before I release you,” Jace announced, once again exploring my bottom with his finger. I felt him press something to the entry way and loudly protested. “Be silent!” he ordered. “You know I will not harm you. This is part of your lesson.”

  I squealed painfully as he pressed the plug slowly into my virgin hole, carefully seating it and making certain it was held firmly in place. He excused himself, leaving me restrained, exposed and humiliated on the bench with the awful pink plug sticking out of my bottom and in full view.

  I groaned, wondering how long I would have to withstand this degradation. Strange enough, the sensation of the plug nestled deep inside my bottom and the hot, stinging of my bottom, began to arouse me. I could feel the wetness grow in my pussy and shamefully realized I would not be able to hide it from him. He would see it all… feel it all.

  Jace returned several minutes later and unbuckled the restraints, making certain to rub my wrists and ankles before pulling me off the bench. He touched my quivering skin and looked into my eyes, studying me before he pulled me over to the couch. Slowly, he placed me over his knee and sent his hand briskly over my bruised backside several times before he slowed his tempo and crescendoed the intensity. There was something about being filled from behind that made it easy for me to limply accept whatever he chose to give me, and to completely surrender myself to him.

  The pain shot through my body, yet I began to feel disconnected and distanced from myself. His hand fell in a hard, slow cadence and left a fiery singe as it struck, yet the pain vanished immediately afterwards and left me longing with desire.

  Time paused as I found myself anticipating the next strike. My greatest fear was that he would stop! Nothing mattered any longer as I embraced the pain.

  As slowly as he brought me to this place, he took me away. I felt like putty in his hands, a piece of clay that he could mold into anything he desired, with any tool he chose. Jace had staked his claim to me, and had made certain that his name was forever branded on my heart through my back-end.

  My tears remained on my face as he administered the final swat and held me firmly in that vulnerable, exposed position over his strong thighs. I felt his finger firmly take hold of the plug and gently pull it from my body, leaving me feeling empty and vulnerable.

  “Come,” he ordered softly, gently lifting me to my feet. I numbly pulled my PJs back on, unable to shake the cobwebs out of my head as I followed him out on legs that felt like rubber from both the pain and the pleasure of my experience in The Room.

  Grimly, he placed my small hand in his and led me upstairs to bed to hold and rock me, allowing me to submerge myself in his complete forgiveness. Devoid of tears, I fell asleep in his arms, knowing that he loved me and I would do anything to keep from hurting him ever again. My blistered bottom would definitely remind me of that promise for a very long time.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Choices

  The morning after my first visit to The Room was bitter-sweet. Mark came in about 8:30, waking us up.

  “Hey, you two. How’s it going?” he asked pleasantly, opening the shades and letting the sun pour in.

  “No, not the sun! It burns!” Jace groaned.

  Mark laughed, opening the windows for some fresh air. “I know you would prefer the life of a vampire but that’s not possible right now. How’s our girl today?” Mark helped me up from Jace’s arms. He hadn’t moved an inch all night from holding me possessively, letting me know he would never let me go this time.

  I groaned, barely able to move. Every muscle ached on top of the bruising. To add to my discomfort, Mark unceremoniously peeked at my bottom, releasing his all-too-familiar whistle. “Frat paddle and strap, huh? Guess you aren’t going to pull another stunt like that again, huh Baby Girl?”

  “Not my intent any time soon, that’s for sure,” I moaned, laying face-first on the bed, unashamed of my exposure as Jace gently pulled down my PJ pants. I felt his hand on my bottom, checking the bruises and looking for damage.

  He patted me gently and stood up. “Gonna grab something for this headache of mine and then I’ll get breakfast ready. I expect to see you dressed and downstairs in fifteen minutes,” he announced casually, walking out of the room with Mark.

  Dressed? Was he kidding? I could barely walk with my bottom and upper thighs feeling no less than pure agony. I also realized that I was getting no sympathy from either of them this time. I slipped a sundress over my head, sans panties, brushed my hair and teeth, and delicately picked my way to the kitchen. Jace was making pancakes as Mark scrambled some eggs.

  Gayle saw me coming and hurried over to embrace me. “How are you doing, sweetie? I hear you had a rough night,” she asked quietly.

  “You have no idea,” I mumbled. She whispered that she knew exactly what I needed as she slipped me an ibuprofen and pointed to the pillow on the bar stool. I smiled gratefully and gently eased myself in place but did not stay there for long. The boys acted normally and chatted about weekend plans that included a Sunday trip to a ranch in Stockton to look at horses.

  I groaned as Jace sweetened the pot by saying we would bring the puppies. My mind was in one place—in bed, on my tummy and sound asleep. Jace also made it very clear that there would be no changes in my schedule for the next week, either at home or school. Mark convinced him to let me skip my Wednesday-night skating class with the reminder that I had Equestrian studies Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

  I buried my head in my hands as I wondered how I would ever be able to ride with these bruises, feeling Gayle’s reassuring pat on the shoulder. At least one person felt sorry for me.

  After breakfast, Mark excused himself to make some calls and Gayle sauntered out after him. I watched silently as Jace straightened up the kitchen, not knowing what to say. It felt different, like something had changed once I went into The Room.

  “Jace? Are you still angry with me?”

  “No, Hon, why would you think that? It’s all done and over with.” He looked at me with concern.

  I shrugged. “I dunno. Something feels weird.”

  Jace smiled, holding his hand out for me to take. I felt his fingers wrap strongly around mine and slowly followed him to the deck where he helped me into the cushy lounger before sitting across from me. “Let’s discuss what happened last night,” he said. I blushed and hung my head, ashamed of my behavior and the resulting discipline. “Talk to me.”

  “I can’t explain it. It just feels bizarre. Almost like you were a different person last night and that I was a stranger. And what you did to me was… unexpected.” I blushed deeper, thinking of the plug he had slipped firmly into my bottom.

  “I treated you as an adult submissive in that room, not as my little girl. It was out of your comfort zone.”

  “I hated it. I mean, the first part. Not the Subspace. I don’t ever want to go back in that room again.” I shivered.

  Jace patted my hand. “That’s your choice, My Love. Make better decisions and choose your path, and you won’t have to return there.”

  “You were just so, well, unfeeling. It wasn’t like you.”

  “You experienced what my subs call Sir J. I focus on the discipline at hand. I needed to be certain you knew what was in store for you if you ever consider running away again. For any reason. Do you understand that if you had just gone to talk to Mark, you would have only been given detention? I would not have added anything when I found out that fucker provoked you. That was also why I allowed you to slip into The Zone. I wanted you to know that I was not without understanding.” Jace leaned back in his chair, gazing at me.

  We were quiet for a moment before he suddenly chuckled. “Would you believe that Mark forbade me to come to the school and kick the shit out of Porter? That little bastard pulled rank on me! He threatened me with a security escort out if I even showed my face.”

  I looked at him lovingly. This was my Jace, my protector. My knight in shining armor. “How come I get in trouble for swear
ing and fighting and you don’t?” I asked with a small smile.

  Jace grinned. “Because I’m the responsible adult here. Sort of…” he laughed. “I really want to grind that son of a bitch into the ground, but I’m choosing not to. And not because Mark informed me I couldn’t, but because I don’t want to go to jail and leave you unattended.”

  I was quiet, thinking about what he said. I knew from his words and his body language that he was boiling because of Porter, but he had to respect Mark’s wishes regarding the school and avoid legal action to protect me. Choices.

  “Jace? Would you consider allowing me some lotion or something? Please?” I asked timidly. Jace thought about it and nodded, helping me to my feet and into the living room. Mark came in to find me over Jace’s lap with him gently rubbing lotion over my gently bruised bottom.

  “That looks painful,” Mark commented, patting my thigh as I blushed. “I just got off the phone with Dr. Parker. I told him about yesterday’s incident with Porter. Before you say anything,” he said to me, “I did let him know about Jeannie’s suspected involvement. Anyway, they are dismissing Porter for misconduct and student provocation. I will be taking his classes until the new instructor arrives.”

  “How are you going to handle that and run the school?” Jace asked, possessively resting his hand on my swollen cheeks, massaging gently.

  “Villas is going to come back and help with administration until the replacement arrives. I’ll still be handling any disciplinary issues.”

  “Too bad they don’t practice paddling anymore. You would have fewer problems.”

  “Who said they don’t? I have signed permission on every student, including ours, to administer corporal punishment if I feel it’s warranted.”

  I looked at Mark in shock from my position. He smiled. “That was a stipulation of this position. I will also be investigating the incident and, once I find out who the artist is, he or she will be facing my paddle. I will not tolerate this type of thing from anyone,” Mark promised.

  My other hero. Maybe the more sane one, and a little less impulsive, but my hero nonetheless.

  Jace gently covered my bottom with my dress and helped me to my feet. “Feel better?” he asked.

  I hugged him and then Mark. “Thanks. For everything. And I’m really glad you believe me about that picture.”

  “Honey, I’ve seen your artwork. There is no way you could draw that badly and put your name to it.” Jace stroked my hair.

  Mark agreed, “It was pretty awful. You look tired, baby. Why don’t you go take a little nap?” he suggested.

  After kissing both of them, I went back up to my room and quickly fell face-down on the bed, secure in the knowledge that I had my guardians to look after me.

  I thought about Jace and The Room and a little shiver traveled up my spine. What other kind of activities would have occurred in there? I kept thinking about how it felt to be strapped down on that bench, my bottom enticingly raised for whatever Jace wanted to do with it, and reflected on the things that he had done to me. How his finger had slipped possessively into my most private place which he then filled with a smooth, wide based plug. My pussy ached with longing as that shiver again found me. I wanted him, more than ever. To touch me… to taste me… to love me.

  Monday morning, Mark launched an investigation regarding the ‘artist’ of the drawing. He stood in front of the classroom, informing everyone that he would be substituting until the regular teacher arrived and that no nonsense would be tolerated. He also informed everyone that detention would be given for the entire class until the culprit was found. Within ten minutes, Jeannie was singled out.

  “Well, Miss Parker, what do you have to say for yourself?” Mark asked in front of the class.

  Jeannie shrugged. “It was just a joke, Mr. Coleman. No big deal. It’s not like she got into trouble or anything, anyway.”

  Mark frowned, calling her to the front of the class.

  Rolling her eyes, Jeannie came forward.

  He turned her to look at everyone. “I promised all of you that things here would change, which is why Mr. Porter is no longer with us. I don’t believe in bullies or provoking someone to do something that’s wrong. How many of you knew what Miss Parker did was inappropriate and very childish?”

  Everyone slowly raised their hands. Mark nodded. “Yet, most of you still passed that picture. You should be ashamed of yourselves. This is behavior I would expect from grade school, not a bunch of young adults. How would you have felt if you were the one being set up?” Everyone was looking down quietly. “How many of you passed that picture?”

  All twelve students raised their hands. A guy named Ben spoke up. “Celeste, I’m real sorry. I thought it was funny at the time and figured nothing would happen anyway, since you’re like, his sister.”

  His apology was quickly followed by others, making me redden. I hate being the center of attention.

  Mark spoke up. “I’m sure Celeste appreciates the apologies, but don’t think for one minute that I’m any less strict with her than I am with the rest of you. Probably more, because I expect more from her. Am I correct?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said quietly.

  Mark peered at the class. “Because you twelve were honest about passing the note, and made your apologies, you will only have one day detention. Agreed?”

  Murmurs of ‘Yes, sir’ and ‘Yes, Mr. Coleman” were heard through the room. Mark wasn’t done. “How many of you feel that Jeannie should be disciplined for what she did?”

  Everyone quickly raised their hands and Jeannie paled.

  Mark glanced at her, his hand still resting firmly on her shoulder. “Why do you feel that way?” he asked, determined to drive this lesson home for everyone. The pronouncements flew forwards declaring her a bully, a liar, a manipulator, spiteful, spoiled… the list seemed endless as her classmates expressed their dissatisfaction with her general behavior, causing her to turn quite red with embarrassment and anger.

  “It is the consensus of your peers that your actions warrant discipline. Since you involved your classmates, it is also appropriate that they bear witness to your discipline and be constructive in preventing any future mishaps. Is everyone in agreement?” Mark asked the class. Everyone was silent as Mark removed a large thick paddle from the desk. Was he actually going to paddle her in front of us?

  “You can’t do this!” Jeannie yelled, unable to escape his grip on her wrist. Mark picked up a piece of paper and read it aloud to the class. It was the permission to apply corporal punishment, signed by her parents and herself. He immediately passed it around for everyone to read. He then advised them that each of their parents had also signed the same form and to take this as a warning if anyone thought of repeating the event, and for any eighteen or over, they had the option of complying with the school’s disciplinary program or leaving.

  Mark ordered Jeannie to bend across the desk, her bottom facing her classmates. His large hand on the small of her back held her immobilized.

  She started crying.

  “You might want to save that for when you need it, young lady. Now, ordinarily, I would consider administering one swat for every person that Jeannie’s actions directly affected. That would include her thirteen classmates, Mr. Porter, my brother Jace, my wife and myself. That’s seventeen. However,” he watched the student’s faces—he was certainly scaring the hell out of them, “since the twelve of you made the choice to pass that note, I will reduce that by 6. I will also eliminate Mr. Porter’s involvement since he acted inappropriately which resulted in his dismissal. That totals ten. Are all of you in agreement?”

  Everyone eagerly nodded their heads, afraid to say anything. I looked at that paddle, knowing what it would feel like, even without holes. I raised my hand. “Excuse me, Mark?”

  “Mr. Coleman,” he corrected sternly.

  I sighed. “Mr. Coleman, could you please remove me from your count? I chose to over-react. That wasn’t her fault.” Jeannie looked at me
from her position over the desk with wide eyes. She couldn’t believe it. To be honest, neither could I, but fair is fair.

  “Very well. 9.”

  “Me, too, Mr. Coleman,” came another voice. It was Ben. I looked back at him. He was really cute and he winked at me.

  “Anyone else? No? Okay, eight it is. Miss Parker, I expect you to count each paddle and apologize to your classmates.”

  Jeannie was bawling now and she hadn’t even been paddled yet! I winced as the first swat landed across her jeans and she screeched. I know Mark well enough to see that he wasn’t putting any significant force behind the paddling, but also knew how much that damn thing stung. Silence filled the room as the loud pops of the paddle, followed by Jeannie’s yowl and apology, occupied the air space.

  Jeannie was a pitiful, sobbing mess when Mark finished up. He wordlessly handed her a tissue and a form to sign, then sent her back to her desk. Her classmates avoided her eyes when she walked by them, saying nothing to her in sympathy.

  “Now, if you would please open your book to chapter four… Judicial Branch,” Mark requested, back in teacher mode.

  After class, Ben approached me in the hall. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, opening my locker for me.

  “Yeah, why?”

  He looked down and kicked at the floor. “I heard your family was tough on you. Did you get into a lot of trouble after you took off?”

  “Where did you hear that?” I asked, although I’m sure Jeannie had told everyone that I got spanked.

  Ben shrugged. “Around. Listen, my dad used to paddle me and my kid brothers all the time. I know how it feels and didn’t think Jean needed anything extra on top of the embarrassment. I thought you might feel the same.”

  Wow, someone else who got paddled? I tried to act like it meant nothing. “My family is very fair and very protective. I just felt sorry for her.”