End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  END ZONE

  By

  Breanna Hayse

  ©2017 by Breanna Hayse

  ©All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Published by Breanna Hayse and Twisted Hearts Productions

  ISBN-13: 978-1548212476

  ISBN-10:1548212474

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  Hayse, Breanna

  END ZONE (Game Plan Series- Book 3)

  Cover Art by Serena LeBeaux

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Twisted Hearts' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking/sexual activity or the spanking of minors.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  Titles by Breanna Hayse

  CHAPTER ONE

  “The boys are on their way home from their fishing trip. They should be here in about an hour,” Suzanne announced after hanging up the phone. “Krissy? Papa said that he’s going to take you back home with him and Uncle Rob, so you need to get your things together.”

  The young red-headed woman bit her lip and glanced helplessly over at her friend. “What are they going to do to me?”

  “I don’t know. I wish I could help. Here,” Cassie responded, handing her a plate of cookies. “This might sweeten them up a little bit.”

  “Thanks. Aunt Suzanne? I’m scared.”

  Suzanna wrapped her arms around the chubby little red-head and kissed her temple. “I know you are. The first real discipline session is always the worst, but I can promise you that they won’t give you anything more than you can handle, and certainly nothing less than you deserve. You did disobey Papa about your curfew, and he’s already spoken with you about the importance of attending classes and keeping up your grades.”

  “But that was because of my work. Uncle Rob is pushing me to quit my job because of it.”

  “If he’s that insistent, then he has a darn good reason. Releasing your control is only part of this lifestyle, Baby. There’s also trust. None of us would ever have you do anything that isn’t the best for you.”

  Krissy looked at the ground. The weekend she had spent with Suzanne and Cassie had been the most freeing of her life. She had been encouraged to let go and explore the little girl inside her twenty-two-year-old body and loved it. It had also allowed her and Cassandra to start developing a friendship which, until that time, had been strained due to the unique relationships they shared.

  She thought about the odd little family as she went upstairs and packed her belongings. It had started with her failing of Suzanne Bichot’s Philosophy class and the recommendation that the professor’s best friend, Bryon Johnson, be used as a tutor. The older woman had steered her in the direction of an age-play dynamic with Bryon. Krissy took to the lifestyle like a fish to water, but she had several reservations about her relationship with Bryon and his family. His insistence on continuing to keep Cassie as his Little Girl while his older brother, Rob, was both Cassie’s Dom and fiancée, was an ongoing thorn in her side.

  The men were straightforward and honest about their relationship with the young woman, including how the three engaged in ‘play’ activities together. Additionally, Suzanne and Bryon had been ‘friends with benefits,’ although that had ended when the professor developed a relationship with Glenn, the youngest of the Johnson boys. Coming from a rather conservative background, Krissy was baffled and uncomfortable with the arrangements, but her attraction to Bryon and the dynamic overruled her common sense.

  Naturally, Krissy wanted Bryon to herself. She had accepted his interaction with Cassie before they started dating and made the conscious decision to wait and give them the benefit of the doubt. Bryon had captured her heart and she knew that to keep him meant finding a way to accept or be incorporated into his chosen lifestyle. The situation irked her to no end, but she wasn’t living a ‘vanilla’ life any longer. She just wished for less drama and confusion.

  “Aunt Suzanne?” She heard Cassie call from downstairs. “I don’t have to go with them, do I? They’re gonna smell like dead fish, and I wanna stay here and eat cookies and watch movies.”

  “Please stop your whining, young lady. Unless you’re tired and need to be put down for a nap, I won’t tolerate it. We’ve already decided that you’ll be staying with me.”

  Krissy could easily visualize the daunting expression on the beautiful, statuesque woman’s face and was grateful that she wasn’t the one facing her. Suzanne was a force to be reckoned with when crossed, and no one in their right mind would come remotely close. Except for Cassie.

  “I don’t want a nap. I want my Daddy and Robby.”

  “Would you rather get a spanking and then have me explain the reason to them?”

  Suzanne received no response. The Mommy-Domme was a formidable woman—very loving and affectionate, but also very strict with her Little Girls. Krissy briefly wondered if Suzanne was also as firm with her boyfriend/submissive Glenn. Releasing a sigh, the girl accepted that there was still so much to learn, and she was already screwing up things.

  “Do you need any help, Sweetheart?” Suzanne asked, entering the room. Kristina shook her head and felt the tear slide down her smooth cheeks. A concerned expression crossed the woman’s face as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted her long-legged lap. “Sit and talk to me. Why are you crying?”

  Feeling safe in the embrace, the girl sniffled, feeling like a child in the Domme’s arms. “I don’t want a spanking, especially from both Papa and Uncle Rob. They said it was going to be a bad one.”

  “Do you think you deserve it? You disobeyed your papa. You know how frightened he was when you fell asleep behind the wheel because you didn’t listen to him and Uncle Rob about your safety.”

  “I have responsibilities.”

  “The stipend I’m giving you for helping research my book pays more than all those shifts and tips you get at Denny’s. You need to focus on finishing school, but that’s not going to happen if you keep skipping classes and failing tests because you’re too tired.”

  “The stipend’s only a short fix. What happens when the book's done?”

  Suzanne chuckled and squeezed her snugly. “My grants and funding will take you as far as you need to go. There will also be royalties that you have earned as part of the authoring. You need to stop worrying about the little things and concentrate on what’s important.”

  “Like how my butt’s going to be turned into hamburger meat?”

  “I was referring to the growth of your relationship with Bryon and the dynamic you share with him. It’s hard to enjoy being a Little Girl when all you
do is worry about adult problems.”

  “I don’t know how not to worry.” Kristina leaned her head against Suzanne’s shoulder. “I’ve been a grown-up all my life and had to rely on myself. It’s exhausting.”

  A kiss was planted on her forehead. “We’ll help you change that, okay? Are you done packing?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Let’s go downstairs and wait for the boys. Incidentally, Cassandra was correct about giving them sweets. She’s tossing something special together as a peace offering to help you.”

  “She wants to help me? Why?”

  “She’s been on the receiving end of both her Daddy and her Dom. She feels for you. Let’s go.” Suzanne held out her hand.

  “Wait a minute. Shouldn’t I get changed?” She looked at the little blue dress with white trim that she had been wearing. It was complete with frilly white socks, shiny white shoes and a matching headband that held her mop of red curls out of her face.

  “No. Uncle Rob deliberately bought that outfit for you to soften Papa’s heart for when they got home.”

  Krissy blinked in surprise. “He did? I thought he was the mean one.”

  Suzanne chuckled. “He puts on a good show. I’ve known the Johnson boys for a very long time and will tell you that Robert comes across as being a big, grouchy, old-fashioned bear, but he’s really a Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man in a purple spacesuit. He’s aware of how you would be feeling and wanted to help ease some anxiety.”

  “Really?” Krissy bit back a smile as Suzanne’s description of Rob formed an image in her mind.

  “Yes, really. And don’t you dare tell that man that I called him a marshmallow,” Suzanne ordered, touching the tip of her finger to Krissy’s nose.

  “Is it okay if I tell him that you said he was a big, grouchy old-fashioned bear?”

  “Absolutely. You know how we need to stroke a man’s ego just as much, if not more, than we stroke their…”

  “Are you guys coming down?” Cassie shouted, interrupting the conversation.

  “On our way,” Suzanne called back.

  When they entered the kitchen, Krissy was handed a plastic container. “I made something for you, but you need to make sure you wait until the grand lecture before the boys get it, okay? Guard it with your life. Rob can smell chocolate from a mile away.”

  “What is it?” Krissy asked

  “It’s a Rocky Road and Chocolate Mousse pie. I made up the recipe, and it’s irresistible. Make them eat while they’re lecturing. Trust me; it will either soften the blows or put them into a sugar coma.”

  “You’re growing to be quite the sly little weasel, aren’t you, Cassandra Lynn?” Suzanne asked with a partial frown.

  “If that means that I’m learning how to get out of serious trouble, then the answer is ‘yes.’” The blonde girl pumped her head with vigor. “You’re not as easy to sway but I’ve been told that shrimp scampi on angel hair pasta might turn you into an orgasmic food puddle.”

  Suzanne rolled her eyes. “Daddy told you my weakness, didn’t he?”

  Cassie giggled. “I plead the first amendment.”

  “I see. Let’s go watch a movie until the boys arrive,” the Domme suggested, taking the hands of both girls and then snuggling them under her arms after sitting on the couch. They were still there when the men barged loudly into the large, elegant house.

  “Suzy? We’re home!” Glenn called. He walked into the family room with his two older brothers in tow. “What? No hellos?”

  The words were barely out of his mouth when the younger women raced into the arms of the men behind him.

  “Robby! I missed you so much,” Cassie squealed as her fiancé lifted her into his arms. “Oh, my God, you stink! Put me down!” She held her nose and pretended to gag.

  Bryon held Krissy in his massive arms as well, not letting her escape as she, too, held her nose. “Look how cute you are! Were you good girls for Aunt Suzanne?”

  “Of course, they were.” Suzanne planted a kiss on Rob and Bryon’s cheeks and then returned to Glenn’s embrace. “Did you gentlemen have fun?”

  “Yeah, it was a blast. You should come with us next time.”

  “I’m sorry, Sweetheart, but no thank you. I also agree with Cassie’s assessment that you reek. Go take a shower.”

  “Will you come with me?’ Glenn asked, kissing the side of her neck.

  “Go on, Auntie,” Cassie said with a giggle. “I can wait.”

  “We’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up, baby. Be good for us, okay?” Bryon said, leaning to kiss her between the eyes.

  “Yes, Daddy. Promise me that you and Robby won’t be too mean. She’s new at this, and I don’t want her to get hurt,” Cassie said firmly with her hands on her hips.

  “We promise that we’ll be fair,” Rob intervened. He watched as Cassie gave Krissy the bag filled with sweets. “What’s that?”

  “Nothing, nosey. It’s for Krissy.”

  ****

  Krissy stared blankly out the window of the jeep as she, Bryon and Rob started on their way to the farmhouse.

  “You’re awfully quiet, Cupcake,” Bryon said. He glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. “Did you enjoy your time with Aunt Suzanne?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you do? I already know that she overruled the grounding I assigned you.”

  “Just things.”

  “Just things?” Rob repeated, twisting to look at her. “What kind of things?”

  “Nothing much. Just things.”

  “Okay, it’s clear that you don’t feel like talking right now. When we get home, Papa and I are going to jump into a shower while you sit on the sofa and think about what you want to say to us. Understand?” Rob said firmly.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” Bryon interjected.

  “Yes, Uncle Rob.”

  She felt herself sinking into the seat the closer they traveled to the house. She had not visited the refurbished farm house yet, but Cassie had given her all the landmarks to look for in case she ever had to drive herself. She shuddered as they drove under a pruned awning of oak trees with entwined branches and pulled into the driveway.

  “Go inside while Papa and I put away the fishing gear and then get cleaned up. Feel free to look around and help yourself to anything you want,” Rob said, opening the car door for her to exit.

  “Except alcohol. Little girls don’t drink,” Bryon added.

  Krissy frowned, thinking of Suzanne’s advice regarding her clothing. Maybe it would reduce her sentence a bit if they viewed her as a Little instead of an adult. She could only hope. She had seen what Cassie’s backside had looked like after the last time the girl had gotten into trouble. Would they take into consideration that she was a novice to the lifestyle with virtually no experience with their disciplinary measures? If not, she’d have to reconsider continuing in her ‘research’ for Suzanne into the Age-Play World and her relationship with Bryon.

  Taking a bottle of water from the refrigerator, she wandered around the downstairs and found her way to the enclosed glass-walled patio. The room overlooked old trees covered with Spanish moss, thick green grass, and a sparkling blue lake. The atmosphere left her feeling calm and at ease—until Bryon joined her.

  His hair was still wet from the shower, and he wore a snug black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She glanced at the bulging biceps and, for the first time, felt no rush of arousal. Instead, she felt fear.

  “May I join you?” he asked, sitting down before she answered him. “I can’t believe how cute you look dressed like that. Did Aunt Suzanne buy the outfit for you?”

  “No, Rob did.”

  “Are you angry with me?”

  “No.”

  “Then why are you so quiet and not addressing me properly?”

  Krissy looked up into his handsome face and felt the tears forming in her eyes. “I saw what you did to Cassie. If you have a need to be that harsh with me, then I don’t think I can continue this r
elationship.”

  Bryon nodded. “I understand what you’re saying. I also want you to understand that each submissive is handled differently and according to their needs. Cassandra is a bit of a masochist—something we discovered early in our relationship. She is also very strong-willed and tends to push us into taking a harder approach. For whatever reason, that’s how she interprets love. We would never damage her or draw blood, or do anything to cause her harm.”

  “But she’s so tiny!”

  “Yes, and it took us a while to determine her limits and the best methods for her. She’ll forget a spanking in a day or two, but humiliation impacts her for a long time.”

  “Like making her wear a diaper and drink out of a bottle?”

  “Yes, although that activity was designed to evaluate her response to that age-group, not to humiliate her.”

  “I don’t ever want you to do anything like that to me. Ever. That’s a hard limit and so is public humiliation. I can’t take that.”

  “I doubt you would ever make it necessary, but I will honor and respect your limits. Promise me that if there’s something you want to experiment with, speak up. Rob and I are here to help you, but we can’t read your mind. Limits sometimes change with experience and curiosity.”

  “I promise and thanks.”

  “Why the serious faces?” Rob asked, joining them. Bryon quickly explained and received a nod from his brother.

  “What Bry says is correct. You’ll also be disciplined in an age-appropriate manner. Little Girls and Big Girls face different levels of correction depending on what they do. Now, let’s talk about your staying up past bedtime, your job, grades and skipping classes.”

  “Can we wait a minute? I need to get something.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Thanks. Excuse me,” Krissy said, quickly leaving the enclosed porch to retrieve the ‘bribe’ that Cassie had prepared. Snatching a couple of forks, plastic cups and a quart of milk from the kitchen, she returned and put the items on the table.

  “What’s this?” Rob asked as she opened the box.