Skylar's Guardians

by Breanna Hayse

  “He has always obtained pleasure in watching others learn. We have known them since they were podlings. It is good to see the happiness that you have brought them.” Leeza smiled, kissing Skylar’s cheek fondly

  “May I ask how you were able to tell the clones apart so easily? Those two are the closest matched I have known,” Leannz asked.

  “I just did. From the very beginning, I could tell. They smell different, sound different, and walk different… It was as though I’ve known them my entire life.”

  “Leannz, I intend no disrespect, but does the child not have head pain that we need to care for?” Leeza asked in a manner that Skylar recognized to be a formal reprimand.

  “You are correct.” Leannz bowed her head. “I apologize for my lack of consideration to you both. I ask your forgiveness. Skylar, when you feel better, the two of us will have a long talk with you about the implications of lying in this world, yes?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Skylar answered sulkily.

  * * *

  Leannz directed Skylar to be placed on a large, broad table covered with a soft heated mat. She looked into Skylar’s eyes, nose, ears, and mouth and felt along her throat and the back of her neck with strong finger pads. Skylar squinted against the light, becoming more photosensitive as the minutes ticked by. Leannz sighed as the girl held her head in her hands and began to whimper with pain.

  “I need more time to learn about your nervous system and what causes this problem before I can determine a way to prevent it. Tralec said the injection of Cyphlon helped eliminate your pain when he found you and…”

  “No! I would rather have a headache than go through that horrible needle again. It took weeks to heal from that bruise. Please, Auntie Leannz, not that.”

  “The child is terrified. Can you find another means of removing this pain from her body?” Leeza asked, embracing Skylar lovingly.

  “I have an idea,” Leannz said, flicking a screen and maneuvering holographic items with her finger. “Yes, this should work.”

  She took an item off the medical synthesizer and held it up proudly. Skylar felt bile rising to her throat. There was no mistaking what the item was or where it was intended to be placed.

  “No fucking way are you shoving that monster up my ass!” Skylar screeched, jumping off the table and running out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her.

  “Skyler, come back here immediately,” Leannz ordered firmly, following her. “Where did she go?”

  “Humans are more trouble than a new podling,” Leeza chuckled, “but they certainly are an adorable species. I would like one of my own. It would be as though I had a podling that never grew up.”

  “They are not pets, nor do I have the patience or energy to deal with this behavior on a regular basis. Skylar! Answer me!”

  After calling down to the main lobby to secure the exits, the women searched the facility for an hour only to come back empty-handed. Leeza finally gave in and called Tralec. She explained the problem calmly and reassured him that Skylar was safe somewhere in the building and asked if he had any ideas where to look. As she was talking, Troy entered the room with a very unhappy Skylar in tow.

  “Missing someone?” he asked, pushing the girl in front of him with a swat on the rump.

  “We certainly were. Where did you find her?”

  “I swung by the apartments to get a change of clothes for work and found her sitting outside the threshold, banging her head against the wall.”

  “She has something she calls a migraine,” Leannz stated, hands on her hips as she stared down at the pitiful expression of Skylar’s face. “I had synthesized a suppository of Cyphlon specifically for her to eliminate the pain, and she ran off.”

  “I was talking to Tralec when you came in. He wants to speak with you,” Leeza said with a smile. She looked down at Skylar. “You had us worried, dear. Please do not run away like that. It is considered very rude and hurtful.”

  “Lemme alone.”

  “Skylar! Watch your tone. Apologize this instant,” Troy scolded, momentarily breaking his conversation with Tralec. Skylar flinched but said nothing.

  “You know I was not going to hurt you, Skylar,” Leannz stated. “This running away was not necessary. By the look on your papa’s face, it now appears that you are in some trouble.”

  “Damn right she is,” Troy said. He sat in a chair and pointed his finger to a spot on the floor. “Get over here, young lady.”

  * * *

  Skylar gulped. Troy rarely referred to her in that manner, which meant that she was toast. Slowly, she dragged her feet until she stood before him, all the while facing the floor.

  “I want the truth. Is your head hurting you?”

  “Yes, Papa. Awfully.”

  “Then I will not be paddling your behind right now. Instead, I am going to make sure you get this medication and are put to bed until it works.”

  “Papa! It’s horrid! I mean… please…”

  “You do an awful lot of begging every time you find yourself over someone’s knee, don’t you? Drop those panties and lean over my lap.”

  “No! Please, Papa, don’t make me.”

  “I don’t have time for this, Skylar. I have to get back to work,” Troy said with annoyance as he snatched her hand and rolled her easily against his thigh, holding her in place as he skimmed her panties to her knees. Skylar began to bawl, both from her headache and the humiliation of having the two women watch as Troy spread her bottom cheeks with his left hand and massaged lubricant against her bottom hole with his right. He accepted the large, dildo-sized suppository from Leannz and pressed the tip to her entryway.

  Skylar kicked and protested, trying unsuccessfully to block his action with her flailing hands. She shrieked as the tip of the waxy invader nudged its way past the tight rim and was pushed inside of her bottom until it disappeared from sight. It felt as though it was pressing against every nook and cranny in her rectum as the medication began to penetrate her mucous membranes, burning slightly as it slowly migrated its way up into her intestines to maximize absorption. Skylar sobbed as Troy’s hand stayed in place across her tiny bottom, squeezing her cheeks so that she would not try to expel the insert.

  “This would be a very interesting means of disciplining our naughty little girl, don’t you agree, ladies?” Troy commented, causing Skylar to cry more demonstratively as he gave her bottom an extra firm squeeze. “Perhaps develop a thicker one and use a product that she will feel until it melts. Her manuals discuss a punishment called figging, where a peeled ginger root is buried in the expulsion port.”

  “I did read about that,” Leannz stated, sitting across from them and observing Skylar’s reactions to the squeezing and pressure caused by Troy’s hand. “It would be simple to devise such a thing…”

  “Noooo,” Skylar cried.

  “Hush,” Troy ordered. “You are already in enough trouble, little one.”

  “Would you like me to take her so that you may return to work?” Leeza offered.

  “Yes, please,” Troy said, transferring the prostrate Skylar to Leeza’s lap and waiting as the woman promptly placed her palm across the tiny bottom and squeezed the flesh together. “Skylar, you are to behave for the rest of your time here. We will have a very long talk with you when we pick you up tomorrow.”

  It seemed as though the rest of her life would be spent listening to ‘very long talks,’ which typically included a memorable spanking.

  “I’m sorry, Papa,” Skylar whispered, her face pressed against Leeza’s thigh. Troy said nothing as he leaned across to kiss the top of her head. She listened to his heavy footsteps as he departed, and her tears started again.

  “Humans leak excessively for no specific reason or purpose. Interesting,” Leannz commented.

  “Perhaps they are simply sensitive and delicate creatures who may be able to touch their more primitive side. How is your pain, child?” Leeza asked.

  “Better,” Skylar reluctantly admitted. The sup
pository had worked faster on her migraine than anything she had ever taken while on earth. While she did not approve of the method of delivery, she was grateful for the relief it provided. “I’m sorry I was so bad.”

  “I sense your daddy and papa will be dealing with your transgressions when you get home,” Leeza sighed loudly. “You could have avoided this.”

  “But that thing was so huge!”

  “The synthesizer designed it to fit you fully for maximum absorption. Perhaps next time you will try to trust us not to hurt you. You need a nap now to give your body time to sleep off the medication,” Leannz said.

  “But I’m not tired, Auntie Leannz. I’m also not a baby, even though to you I look like one.”

  “You also act like one at times.”

  “Please let me stay up. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

  “I said you need a nap. My patience is wearing thin. Would you care for me to call your daddy or will you go to bed?”

  Skylar quickly chose bed and was promptly tucked into a snuggly bunting-like sack that was suspended over a mattress in a large crib. So much for not being treated as a baby! Skylar wisely kept her mouth shut. She was already in deep trouble as it was.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Skylar stood in the center of the living room. She was completely naked, and following the directions from one of the ‘manuals,’ Troy had restrained her wrists together in front of her body to prevent her from using her hands to protect herself. The gills of both men were slightly colored. Skylar had not yet decided whether that was in her favor or not. Either they were not that angry, or their anger was under their cool control. Not that it made a difference to the condition her ass would be in once they were done.

  Her offense was a serious one, both had explained, and could have easily been avoided had she followed their instructions. She had not just embarrassed herself, but them as well. She had also abused the hospitality offered by their friends. Her actions would have resulted in a one-month separation from the pod had she been linked to a pod-mate. This time, however, they would discipline her according to the ways of a human, venting the majority of their anger in the direction of her bottom.

  To her horror, Troy produced an enormous white suppository, similar to the one Leannz had made for her headache, but at least two inches wide at the base and a good eight inches long. How the hell will I be able to take that whole thing? She stared mutely, trying to forget that when aroused, she could take the men, who were even larger than the monstrous plug.

  She was not aroused now, that was for certain. She trembled as Troy rolled his thumb over the tip of the cone to smooth it, remembering his suggestion about ‘figging.’ He also had a slender black harness which she suspected would be responsible for keeping the wicked suppository in place before it worked its way into her body. She had no doubt that she would be spending quite a lot of time in the cleansing room once the suppository migrated through her and that she would be feeling it as it exited as much as upon its entry.

  She cursed every author of erotica in existence, suspecting that her favorite, Breanna Hayse, was the one who was responsible for giving the boys the ideas for her upcoming punishment. She hoped that one day the author would get to experience the product of her own imagination. That would teach you, wouldn’t it! Skylar fumed. As soon as I can, you will get a strongly worded email from me, Ms. Hayse!

  “What are you thinking about, Skylar?” Tralec sat across from her, running his fingers across a long, slender blue stick that he held in his hands.

  “How much I loathe every writer in my library, especially the ones who talk about age-play and anal punishments.”

  “So, you’re projecting your anger to people who used to entertain you?”

  “Yes, sir. I am not happy with how it backfired on me.”

  “Take responsibility for your behavior. The manuals simply gave us some alternative ideas to grounding you.” He flicked the stick in the air, the distinctive swishing sound making Skylar shudder. A ‘proper switching’ would be given by him as a means to demonstrate his disapproval of her childish, humiliating behavior. This would be followed by a ‘thorough bottom-warming’ by Troy. She was not permitted to offer any more explanations for her actions or try to defend her choices. If she did, the entire punishment would be brought to witness before Leeza and Leannz. Skylar shivered again, noticing that the room temperature was chillier than normal. The damn biodrone knew that punishment laid upon a cold bottom would be at least ten times more painful!

  “Bend forward and touch your toes, Skylar,” Troy ordered, the waxy herculean conical mass held in his gloved right hand, confirming her fear that it contained a substance that would cause discomfort to an accidentally touched eye or mouth. Skylar slowly obeyed and stretched her tied wrists toward the floor. “Spread your legs. Wider. Get those hands to the floor.”

  Skylar felt blood rush to her head as she splayed her legs open, embarrassment filling every pore. They had seen her naked and knew every inch intimately, but this was different. To be put into a crude position so that an item the size of… of a Goodyear blimp could be forced up her ass was downright sadistic. Where the hell did they learn such terrible things? Oh yeah, the ‘manuals.’ She felt his hands run across the hills of her buttocks and down the backs of her legs, caressing her soft skin with tenderness just before he swung his arm and clapped his palm with an unyielding smack across the center of her backside.

  Skylar fell forward, unprepared for the onslaught of spanks besetting her posterior. She yelped out his name with a choke in her voice, but Troy paid her no mind as he pulled her back to position and anchored her shoulder against his hip. Skylar immediately began to regret her foolishness as he prepared her bottom to accept the waxy invader. She wept openly as she felt him firmly press the long cone into the protesting entrance, easing it in slowly enough so he would not cause her damage, but at the same time making her acutely aware of just how large and unyielding he could be.

  “Papa, I am so sorry,” she cried out as he lifted her feet from the floor while grimly continuing to insert the slippery plug. “I swear, I won’t ever act like that again.”

  “I am sure you will not after today, little one,” Troy said with a seriousness that Skylar had not heard from him before. “This will be a lesson that none of us will forget any time soon.”

  “It hurts so baaaad!” Skylar cried. “It is starting to burn. Papa, please stop. I promise I’ll be a good girl forever!” Her yowling increased as the wide base of the suppository was worked past her rim and was swallowed with a pop inside of her body. Silently, Troy placed her back on her feet and secured the harness snugly around her waist and up between her cheeks, ensuring that the substance would not be released prematurely. Skylar began to dance around painfully as the biting juice caused a burning sensation inside of her. She knew she looked ridiculous, trying to fan away the pain, but she did not care. It was agonizing.

  Skylar was given several minutes to adjust to the stiffness of the internal device before Tralec stood up and stepped in front of her. With red eyes, she looked up at him pleadingly. There was no mistaking the sadness on his handsome face. A sadness she had brought to him.

  “Daddy, I am so sorry. Please, forgive me,” she begged, clinging to his hand.

  “I am sorry too, but this is a lesson you must learn so that this behavior will never be repeated. You need to understand the severity of the situation, Skylar. Had you behaved that way with just us, this punishment would not have been as severe. Instead, you chose to act in this manner before two of the most respected people in our nation. Two women whom no one would challenge or disobey.”

  “I didn’t know they were so important, I swear! Daddy, please listen…”

  “There is a time and place to be defensive. You have made this behavior a way of life for yourself, and you must find a way to change it. Vulnerability and trust are vital if you wish to live here and be happy.”

  “But they…”

 
; “I have already warned you about trying to make excuses for bad behavior. I have heard enough, young lady. Put your hands on your ankles and present your bottom to me.”

  “I can’t,” she wept. “They are tied and…”

  Tralec sighed as he untied her hands. He then stepped back and crossed his arms, waiting for her to obey. Skylar trembled as she bent forward and gripped her ankles with shaking fingers. She did not attempt to hold back her outburst as the first stroke of his switch crossed her backside, sending a flash of blinding heat over her flesh. Skylar discovered immediately that the pain of the suppository increased if she tensed her muscles, causing cramping to her insides and an intense burning to her bottom hole. She honestly did not know which she hated most. The switch cut into her tender skin again, and Skylar found herself desperately wishing that she had just done what she was supposed to in the first place and had avoided all this.

  Tralec’s switch was lethally effective as it concentrated on the area where it would be felt the most when she sat, that delicate region where her bottom met her thigh. Thin, raised welts were painted over her flesh and rapidly grew into angry ridges that resembled a picket fence.

  “Daaaaddy,” she howled, crumbling on the floor and clutching her bottom with both hands. “Enough! I can’t take any more.”

  “You will receive a final six strokes of this switch, and each one will remind you how disappointed we are in how you behaved. Stand up and start counting.”

  “Nooooo,” she bawled. “Don’t make me!”

  Tralec tapped his foot and waited patiently for her to obey him. When she failed to rise, he lifted her from the floor with a single arm and bent her across his left knee, which he had propped on the edge of a low tabletop. He wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her still, lifted the switch, and swooshed it down, this time landing along the backs of her tender thighs. Skylar screamed out her pain and began to kick.