Skylar's Guardians

by Breanna Hayse

  “I told you to stay put. Must I be forced to double this?” Tralec asked firmly. “You have five more coming to you, and I expect you to stay in place for them or I will start all over.”

  White-hot pain seared through her as the switch branded her sit spots in five swift and remarkably accurate strokes. She crumbled to the floor again, her face buried in the carpet as she sobbed uncontrollably.

  “We are almost done,” Tralec said softly, lifting her by the arm and pulling her behind him to where Troy sat. Barely able to walk and blinded with tears, Skylar numbly followed as she tried desperately to catch her breath. By then, the suppository had worked its way further inside of her, and she felt her tummy tightening with objection.

  “I wish I did not have to do this, little one, but you disappointed me,” Troy said, easing her across his lap and positioning her bottom high in the air. He released a loud sigh before he began a delivery of the fastest, hardest spanking Skylar could have ever imagined. His hand was relentless and unmerciful as he spanked the defiance right out of her. She had no time to react to the pain, and her breath was captured in her throat as she froze in a voiceless scream. She could not kick or squirm as she was rendered motionless by the unyielding fall of his heavy hand.

  Then it was over. Skylar’s body was stiff and protested vehemently against every move as feeling returned in blazing fury to her bottom, magnified by the internal invader. Her loud weeping was heard throughout the apartment as she lay limply across Troy’s thighs, aware only of his hand resting on the small of her back as he surveyed the condition of her red, swollen bottom and thighs.

  “Don’t make me do that again, Skylar.” His voice was choked. Skylar did not have to look at him to know his gills were a dull blue.

  “Go kneel in the corner until we call you. No rubbing your bottom,” Tralec said softly, stroking his hand down the side of her red face as he pulled her off Troy’s lap. His gills were also a dull blue, and Skylar’s heart sank, realizing how much pain she had caused these wonderful, gentle, and caring men. Men who had come to her rescue time and time again without concern for their own safety. Men who took her into their home and gave her a chance to be loved and happy, despite not knowing her true nature. Men who risked their own reputation by bringing her back to a world that was free of the ugliness seen in her own.

  Skylar wanted to be angry with them for the pain she felt, but she could not. She deserved the punishment. She had known better how to behave and had chosen to be defiant. Shame burned through her as deeply as the horrid ‘medicine,’ and she made the conscious choice to accept responsibility for her actions. She could not undo the damage she may have caused, but she would certainly do her best to prove to them, and their community, that she could make them proud. They deserved that much… and so did she.

  “Skylar, come to us,” Tralec said, hearing the sound of repentance in her muffled cries.

  Facing the floor, she obeyed and stood before them. She tried not to fidget uncomfortably as she resisted reaching behind to soothe her burning skin.

  “What did you learn today?”

  Skylar hiccupped through her entire recitation. Without making excuses or shifting blame, she shared her thoughts and insights with them, again deeply apologizing and offering whatever was needed to prove her repentance, including presenting before Leeza and Leannz personally and making amends for her behavior.

  “Let’s go then,” Troy said, standing and walking straight to the door.

  Skylar stared at him through swollen eyes. Taking a deep breath, she hobbled over to him and accepted his outstretched hand. Tralec draped a blanket over her shoulders from behind, earning a grateful smile. He kissed her forehead.

  “The covering is because you did not put up a fuss about being disrobed when Papa called you to the door. That proved you were willing to trust us.”

  “If I can’t trust you, I can’t trust anyone. Daddy,” Skylar said contritely, “you’re right in that it’s time I put aside my defenses and learn to be vulnerable.”

  “It will take time, but it is a beginning, baby,” Tralec said gently.

  “Papa? Are you still angry with me?” Skylar timidly asked the quiet man.

  “I am not certain how I feel right now, honey. I need to process some conflicts I am experiencing,” Troy answered honestly.

  “Oh.” Skylar faced the floor.

  Troy squeezed her tiny hand in his. “Just because I might still be unhappy with your behavior does not mean that I am unhappy being with you. Your presence in my life has awoken feelings that I did not know existed, and I need to find an appropriate means of approaching them.”

  “I’m sorry I brought so much turmoil to you,” Skylar said, her heart twisting as much as her abdomen.

  “I’m not. When we arrive, we will have Leannz relieve you of the insert,” he stated. “There is no reason to leave it in place. I think you have paid your dues.”

  “But…” She shrank at the dark look. He must think her to be either very stupid or a horribly slow learner! “Yes, sir. Thank you. Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll try my best to listen.”

  “Good girl. Here we are,” Troy said, buzzing in the notification of their arrival.

  “Come in! How are you this fine day?” Leeza asked. “Child? You look… ill.”

  Skylar glanced at Tralec and Troy before answering. “I just got a very severe spanking and have that suppository in me as a punishment for how badly I behaved with you. I’m sorry, Auntie Leeza. Please forgive me. I… I want you and Auntie Leannz to be part of my life. You two are the moms I never had, and I need you.” There, she said it!

  Leeza smiled and beckoned, engulfing the tiny girl in her long arms.

  “I don’t know what being a ‘mom’ is like, but I promise to learn just for you. May I look at your wounds? I have never seen the results of this punishment.”

  Skylar reddened as she turned around and lifted the blanket. A warm hand ran over her cheeks. “This is amazing. Our flesh does not change color if struck. What is this called?”

  “Bruising,” Tralec said, patting his knee. Skylar stifled a groan as she lay face down over it. “It is the results of broken capillaries and accumulation of her blood at the surface. Our skin cuticle is too thick for that to occur.”

  “Fascinating. And that rubbing? Is it to soothe or cause more pain?” Leeza asked, observing as Skylar again began to cry with Tralec’s hand cupping her inflamed posterior.

  “Soothe. I suspect she cries out of humiliation as well as discomfort. We used the punishment cone that Leannz developed for Troy.”

  “Poor, poor child. Would you like Leannz to join us here or go down to the labs for its removal?”

  “I think Skylar would prefer the process to take place here. Wouldn’t you?” Tralec asked.

  “Whatever you want, Daddy,” Skylar cried, feeling the cramping increase along with the burning to her bottom hole.

  “Let me have her,” Troy said suddenly, not waiting for Tralec’s response as he snatched her off his pod-mate’s lap and lifted her into his arms to hold her like a toddler. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and blubbered into his neck, allowing him to gently bounce her as though she were an infant in need of comforting. Well, she certainly felt like one.

  Leannz presented several minutes later. Troy handed the girl into her arms, where Skylar sobbed out another apology and asked for help from the miserable rolling sensation inside her body. Leannz kissed her temple and carried her upstairs to her cleansing room, placed her gently on the floor on the tub unit, and unbuckled the harness.

  “Will you trust me to help you this time, Skylar?” the older woman asked softly.

  Skylar clutched her stomach, nodding as she cried. Leannz muttered something she could not understand as she looked closely at Skylar’s purple bottom.

  “This will be uncomfortable for a few minutes, but it will remove the substance from inside of you. I hope I will not be called upon to synthesize another one of
these in the future,” Leannz said crisply as she positioned Skylar on her hands and knees.

  “No, ma’am. I won’t ever act that bad again. I promise. Oh…” Skylar moaned as she felt Leannz inserting a heavy hose inside her overstretched and increasingly tender rectum.

  “You must stay still now. This is designed for flushing toxins from my people, so it is a little large and might produce more pressure than is comfortable for you.”

  “Holy… Oh, God!” Skylar groaned loudly as she felt water rushing into her bowels, adding to the discomfort caused by the partially melted suppository and all the wax-like remnants coating her intestines.

  “Hang on, Skylar,” Troy’s voice urged.

  “It will be over soon,” Tralec added.

  Skylar did not need to hear her voice to know that Leeza also joined them to observe her procedure. Once again, humiliation caused the blood to pool in her face as her abdomen swelled with hot water. Leannz kept the hose deeply inserted as she lifted Skylar out of the tub and placed her upon the elimination platform.

  “Please, could you all leave the room?” Skylar begged as she realized her audience was paying no regard to her privacy. Her request was promptly ignored as Leannz reached between her legs and removed the hose.

  Skylar completely forgot about her onlookers as the water and wax exploded from her. She clutched her abdomen, rocking back and forth and crying with the discomfort in her abdomen and from sitting upon a very hard, cold surface. She lifted her face when Leannz placed a glass to her mouth.

  “Drink this. Every drop. Do not make faces either.”

  Skylar obeyed, swallowing the noxious liquid. Surprisingly enough, her stomach stopped cramping by the third sip. She finished the contents of the glass as Leannz set the spray to clean her and then directed the air dryer upon her.

  “I wish to examine you,” Leannz said firmly, lifting the girl into her arms and walking into her room, followed by the other three.

  Skylar was too tired and sore to resist. She closed her eyes as Leannz’s hands touched every inch of her body, including the irritated flesh of her anus and the delicate tissue of her pussy. Skylar gasped as she felt a gloved finger enter her, exploring her insides with curiosity and intrigue. Her breasts were touched as well, with comments made regarding the hardening of her nipples.

  Despite the humiliation of being intimately poked and probed before an interested audience, Skylar found herself becoming aroused. Leannz promptly pointed out the increase of fluid from her pussy and the change of color and texture of her nipples.

  “This is a source of pleasure for her?” Leannz asked, touching the little clit that started to peek out from under its hood.

  “Very much so. We have a glenach that uses that button to bring her sensation.”

  “What type of response do you achieve?” Leeza asked, her interest piqued.

  “I will show you,” Troy said, dropping to his knees and pulling Skylar’s legs over his shoulders.

  “Not in front of people, Papa!”

  “How many times must I tell you to hush? Isn’t your bottom sore enough that you are inclined to cooperate?” Troy asked firmly, resting his chin on the inside of her thigh as he looked up at her.

  “Allow me to assist. I know how to silence her,” Tralec said, climbing onto the bed and placing his mouth over Skylar’s in a deep and unexpected kiss. Troy grinned at the sudden silence and wrapped his own lips around the nub of her pussy.

  Skylar forgot about her pain and her audience as Troy licked and teased while Tralec sucked and fondled her breasts and the sides of her neck. She arched her pelvis to receive Troy’s tongue and his fingers as they dove inside her wanting cavern. Her purrs increased in volume as he grew more insistent, tasting every drop of dew that moistened her womanhood. Skylar’s back lifted off the mattress as a loud scream of pleasure exploded from her lips. Slowly, the men drew back as she found her way back down from the precipice, panting and covered with a fine layer of perspiration.

  “That was amazing,” Leeza whispered. “Did it cause pain or pleasure, child? I was unable to tell.”

  “Both,” Skylar panted. “It hurts so good that I can’t explain. You don’t come?”

  “The men flush and can ejaculate sensual fluids,” Leannz stated, touching Skylar’s pussy with gentle curiosity. “Women will flush somewhat with penetration only, but most of us do not have this wonderful little device.”

  “You don’t know what you’re missing. Ow…” Skylar said as she started to sit up, choosing to roll to her stomach instead.

  “We do not have this design to our bodies either,” Leeza said, patting Skylar’s swollen behind.

  “Consider yourself lucky. The last thing you need is to introduce your men to spanking and then give them something to spank. It’s not fun.”

  “You don’t always think that, little one,” Troy grinned, elbowing Tralec.

  “This is true. This design is easily stimulated for pleasure as well, and she likes to be spanked in play which is less intense than that used for punishment,” Tralec confirmed.

  “You are embarrassing me again,” Skylar insisted.

  “According to the manuals, the response to that is—you will get over it. Am I correct?” Tralec asked, kissing her forehead.

  Skylar grunted. It was not like she had much of a choice!

  Chapter Sixteen

  Skylar hummed to herself as she dressed in the white one-piece jumpsuit that Troy had synthesized for her for her first day of ‘school.’ Leeza had offered to take her to the academy while the men left for their jobs, initiating her instruction in the ways of the Calipians. After begging and several minutes of ‘leaking,’ she had convinced Tralec that it made more sense to dress like the other podlings she would meet. She was already different, she reasoned; why open the door for more ridicule from the immature clones? Troy rapidly produced a uniform from the wards and synthesized it to her specifications, complete with the soft boots. She elected to keep her ‘Miss Barbie’ type underwear, much to Troy’s delight and Tralec’s annoyance. She, like Troy, truly enjoyed the rare opportunity to annoy Tralec. He made it so easy at times!

  “How was your meal this morning?” Tralec asked as he entered her bedroom.

  “I am getting tired of runny eggs and half-cooked bacon. That robot can’t get it right. How does this work?” she asked, fumbling with the front of the jumpsuit.

  “Front over back over side,” he chuckled, adjusting the material.

  “How am I going to get this thing on and off to pee?”

  “Auntie Leeza will help you. Look how cute you are,” Tralec praised, touching her cheek.

  Skylar climbed into his arms and kissed him soundly on the mouth. “I’m gonna miss you. This is the first time in a month that I won’t have both of you with me.”

  “I will miss you too, little Skylar. You will be fine with the pod. Just watch your temper. Some of them are newly hatched and are learning the language and the basics. They have no social skills developed, so do not teach them any bad habits.”

  “Who? Me?”

  “Yes, you.”

  “Tralec! Leeza is here!” Troy hollered from downstairs.

  Tralec winced. “Ever since we brought you home, that man has broken every rule of quiet. What other things have you taught him?”

  “He talks dirty during sex now,” Skylar giggled.

  “We will have a family discussion about that tonight. You,” Tralec pointed to Troy, “are in big trouble.”

  “What did I do?” Troy feigned innocence, his arm wrapped around Leeza’s shoulders. “Skylar? Did you snitch on me?”

  “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Papa. What would I tattle about?”

  “Yes, Troy,” Leeza elbowed him, “what would she tattle about? Come to Auntie, love.”

  Skylar hugged Leeza, the grin not leaving her face as the older woman ruffled her hair. “You have been practicing! I can’t believe that you learned my language so fast and don
’t even have an accent!”

  “I told you that she was brilliant.” Troy kissed Leeza’s temple. “You are going to take good care of my baby today, right?”

  “Don’t worry, Papa bear,” Leeza grinned, her endearment making Skylar giggle again. “I might have to chew on her a little bit, but she will be returned to you in good condition.”

  “You won’t have to chew on me, Auntie Leeza. I intend to behave like an angel.”

  * * *

  Skylar sat on the chair next to Leeza’s office after getting into a fight with one of the podlings. Her grandmother used to say, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” It was not as though they were like children from her planet, she reasoned. The ones she had been paired with were past the initial six months of adaption when they grew rapidly from an infant state to that of about a seven-year-old. This group was the next phase—their education equivalent to the human second grade, with seven-month-old clones that already stood at least six feet tall.

  It started with being stared at, and then poked. The supervising mentor in the room corrected the young Calipian and had Skylar deliver a formal reprimand in their language. Skylar mimicked the words as best as she could, embarrassed by her mispronunciation. The female responded as instructed, but Skylar could see clearly that there was neither shame nor repentance behind the words. They glared at each other as the mentor turned her back, and that was when Skylar knew she had to find a way to win their respect. For Calipians, respect started with exercising good manners and showing forgiveness. Since she was the eldest and more mature than the rest of the podlings present, she decided to show them what she could do.

  Skylar smiled sweetly as she walked by the young female, and then found herself face down on the floor after being tripped. The room was silent as Skylar picked herself up and turned toward the female. In the back of her mind, Skylar knew that the right thing to do would be to state a formal reprimand, but hell, this female had no regrets. Instead, she stupidly lunged for the girl’s chest and knocked her on the floor.