Moving a Little Heart

by Breanna Hayse

  "You're going to bruise my ass with that thing. No!"

  "Sounds like you have another five coming, and need to drop those britches."

  "What? No way!"

  "Yes, way. We made a deal and you, my sweet darling, just broke your end."

  "And now he's gonna break your end, too." Terry chuckled.

  "No, please. Jake… Daddy…"

  "Now I get a 'Daddy' out of you?" Jake shook his head.

  "How about you let go of the brush this time and just use your hand, since it's her first bare-bottomed spanking?" Hayden suggested, hopping on the recliner and turning on the TV.

  "Don't you even care?" Baylor asked, staring at the three men and covering the back of her jeans with her hands.

  "Of course I care, Ladybug. Why do you think I made that suggestion?" he said, ignoring her look of distress while he flipped through the channels.

  Her attention shifted to Jake and Terry. "This isn't working. I thought that this daddy/little girl thing would be different."

  "Now doesn't that take the cake?" Terry laughed, his voice booming through the room. "You sure didn't complain too much when we went to that asinine pizza place."

  "I lost a bet. Nothing more."

  "Baylor Anne, I'm not playing games. Unzip those jeans and put that naughty little bottom back across the couch. You have until the count of three. One…"

  "Can't we go to my house for some privacy?"

  "Two…"

  "This isn't right!" Baylor stomped her foot.

  "Three. I warned you, young lady," Jake said.

  "Let go of meee!" she called out, as he easily snatched her in his arms. He held her in place, his left arm wrapped around her waist and her back pressed against him as he unbuttoned her jeans with his right hand. With one arm, he carried her kicking body to the straight backed dining room chair, sat down, and easily plopped her across his lap. Ignoring her protests, he tugged her pants to mid-thigh, exposing her high cut cotton panties.

  "These hideous things have got to go," he commented, snapping the waistband. "Terry? Take this girl to Victoria's Secret once the swelling of her bottom goes down."

  "Gotcha, Boss."

  "No!" Baylor struggled, bringing her hand back to grab her underwear as he slid it down past her backside.

  Jake captured her wrist and held it down against the small of her back. "I already told you, the word is 'yes'. Yes," he smacked the pale curves once, leaving a hot, red handprint in his wake. "I will be spanking you for swearing. Yes," he smacked her twice more, this time on the under-curves of the quivering flesh, "I will be baring this little bottom from now on when I have to spank you. And, yes," he added, landing six more very exact swats, alternating between the left and right cheeks, "I intend to turn this behind every color of the rainbow if you keep fighting me. Understand? Now, you have nine more spanks for cussing. Count them out."

  The spanking succeeded in bringing tears to her eyes. Baylor cried into the top of her left arm, her head hanging close to the floor while calling out the number of smacks to her bottom. Jake released her right hand, but held her in place over his lap with his hand still resting menacingly on her rear end.

  "I will warn you," he said firmly. "I like to spank. In fact, I love to spank. However, I would prefer to do so in play rather than punishment."

  "He lies," Hayden said from the other room. "He's a sadistic bastard."

  "Shut up," Jake yelled back. He pulled Baylor's panties back up over her reddened bottom and helped her stand. "But, he's right. I can be sadistic and sometimes marks are left, but nothing permanent or harmful. Just trust me when I tell you that that side of me won't be seen when I'm dealing with my little girl." He adjusted Baylor's jeans over her hips and snapped them shut. Then he placed his hands on the outsides of her thighs and looked up at her. "Play spanking only happens when I'm with my Big Girl. We have not established that type of relationship yet, so everything you get from me right now is going to be serious. I'm not messing around here, Baylor."

  "I don't like bruises."

  "Is that all you heard? You're going to have a little bruising simply because you aren't used to this yet, and because of your medicines. The bruises won't cause you any harm. I promise," Jake assured her.

  "Okay. I'm sorry for being bad." She sniffed, looking at the floor.

  "You're forgiven. Just so you know, most submissives like having badges of honor on their bottoms. It's a pride thing." He smiled, pulling her against him in a hug. Baylor slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest. Despite the sting annoying her posterior, the embrace felt warm and comforting.

  "Daddy?" she tried the word in her mouth. It felt different. Not bad, not good. But then, she'd never had anyone to call 'daddy' before.

  "Yes, sweetheart?" Jake wrapped his arms around her head and kissed her temple.

  "What do you mean when you say Big Girl?"

  "Don't worry about that right now. Let's just enjoy being little for a while, okay?"

  "Okay."

  "Are you done with this boloney?" Terry asked, handing Baylor a bottle of water and frowning until she drank from it. "I want to go back to the costume."

  "Of course you do," Jake said and laughed, patting Terry on the shoulder. "Baylor? Will you please entertain Uncle Terry and just try the silly thing on?"

  "Yes, Daddy," she said, gathering the clothing in her arms. The words came out easier this time, almost as though the spanking had helped break down part of her wall.

  "I want to see, too," Hayden announced. "Come down here when you're done. Use my room. It has a better mirror."

  Baylor simply nodded and turned to go upstairs. She tossed the clothes on Hayden's bed and slowly undressed. Hesitating, she glanced at her bottom in the mirrored closet door. Trembling, she traced the vivid outline of Jake's hand that had been seared into her butt. No wonder it smarted so badly!

  Still disbelieving that she had allowed herself to be treated in this way, Baylor shook her head. She studied the marks, watching in fascination how they began to fade and leave only a glowing red reminder of what had occurred.

  "Baylor?" Hayden's voice called through the door. "Are you all right? You've been up here fora while. Do you need some help?"

  Had she? Baylor blushed, realizing that she had been so absorbed in watching the marks fade from her backside that she'd lost track of time. She quickly threw the dress over her head, yanked on a pair of panties, and opened the door.

  "Look how cute you are!" Hayden exclaimed, twirling her around. "Those panties don't hide much."

  "You noticed?"

  "Duh. Your little red cheeks are sticking out from under that dress. It makes it hard not to notice."

  "Hayden?" Baylor hesitated for a moment. "Could you, well, hold me for a minute? I think I'm about to have a rough time of things."

  "What's wrong, honey? Come here." He scooped her into his arms as she burst into a torrent of uncontrolled tears. "Talk to me."

  She could not find the words and simply sobbed into his shoulder. With a sigh, he pulled her onto his lap as he sat cross-legged on his bed, rocking her gently and covering the top of her head with tiny kisses.

  His unshaven cheek brushed against her nose and she lifted her red eyes to look at him. "Why do you like me?" Her voice was timid and shy.

  "Why do I like you?" Hayden repeated. He lifted her chin with his hand and, without warning, crushed his mouth to hers.

  Baylor sank under the embrace. She could not escape his mouth, nor did she want to. His breath was sweet, his lips were warm, and his tongue teased the edge of her teeth. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tentatively kissed him back with a shyness that made her feel like a teenager again.

  "Did you find them?" she heard Jake call from downstairs.

  "Yeah," Terry yelled back. "They're up here making out."

  Baylor pulled away in embarrassment. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry." She stood up quickly and distanced herself from Hayden. J
ake joined Terry in the doorway and Baylor looked at them in panic. She placed her hand over her swollen mouth. "I'm so sorry! Excuse me!"

  She raced past them and through the front door, running as quickly as she could to her own house. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, catching her breath. Slowly, she sank to the floor, the cool tiles soothing the remaining sting from her backside. Lifting her hands to her face, Baylor exploded in another round of tears.

  She ignored the knocking at her door.

  "Bay? Sweetheart, please open up. We can hear you crying," Hayden said through the slit under the door. "Oh, look! I can see your panties from under here."

  "Lemme see," Jake's voice joined his brother's. "I see a little red cheek."

  "Go away," she wept.

  "Why are you so upset? You need to talk to us," Jake said, poking her with a slender stick that he'd slid under the door.

  "Stop that!" she yelled, grabbing the stick and pulling it through the slit.

  "Hey, give me back my stick. We really should weather proof this for her," Jake commented, poking at her with another slim branch.

  "Was my kiss that horrible that you have to hide from me?" Hayden asked.

  "What are you two doing?" a new, different voice questioned.

  "Hey, Matt!" Jake said. "Did you have a good vacation?"

  "I was working," the man answered in return. "I missed you guys."

  "We missed you, too. T-Bear has been a Grizzly." Hayden laughed. "Did you already say hello to him?"

  "I did and he sent me over here. What are the two of you doing on the ground with your noses under the door? You look ridiculous. What are you trying to get from in there?"

  "You have a new baby sister who just went postal because Hayden kissed her. Her name is Baylor." Jake's voice grew distant as he stood up.

  "A new baby sister? Okay, you two get the heck out of here so I can meet her properly. And give me that stick. Last time you went poking at something, you got bitten by a rattler, you idiot," Matt ordered.

  "I was a kid," Jake argued. "And I thought it was a mouse hiding under a rock."

  "And you're still stupid. Get lost. You too, Hayden."

  "Hey! No kicking!"

  Baylor listened to the interaction, fighting back a tiny smile at their bickering. She heard grumbling and a few swear words, a moment of silence, and then a knock at the door.

  "Baylor? Can you let me in and tell me what these morons did to scare you?"

  Matt was easy to instantly like. He grinned, walked into the house and gave her a giant hug right after closing the door. His laid-back and casual demeanor left her feeling like she had known him a lifetime.

  "I'm Matt, your official big brother and the voice of reason in this circus. Damn, you're short. We need to get you a step ladder for hugs. Cute dress, by the way. You're just missing the frilly panties."

  "They're back at the house."

  "Are they making you wear it for Halloween?" he asked, plopping down on her couch and crossing his long legs. Baylor nodded, fidgeting with the short hem. Matt noticed and patted the cushion next to him. "Don't worry about your modesty, kid. I don't know if they told you, but Terry and I are partners. So what happened in there? Did Hayden forget to brush his teeth?"

  "No," her response was bashful. "I just got scared."

  "At what?"

  "It's stupid. Do you want a soda?"

  "Water, please. I live with those doofs. Just tell me."

  "I've never really been kissed before."

  "No? Maybe you should have let Jake break you in. We already know he can run his mouth, maybe he is good at using it in a different way."

  Baylor shook her head. "No, I mean, it's not that. I was married before, and his kisses always made me want to wipe off my mouth. Hayden's were, well, nice."

  "Okay, then why were you hiding and making them probe at you with a stick? Did they think you were a lizard living under a rock or something?"

  "Who knows what those two think?"

  "That is very true." Matt laughed heartily. "Spill it. You got spanked. You got kissed. And you ran. Why?"

  A blush heated Baylor's face.

  "Do you think I didn't see a handprint or two sticking out from under your little white panties? I know those dorks too well. Talk."

  "Jake walked in."

  "Yeah, so?"

  "He walked in while I was kissing Hayden."

  "And the problem?"

  She stared at him. "Don't you get it? It's not normal to be attracted to two guys at once. It feels like I'm cheating or something."

  "You do know that they are polyamorous, right?" Matt straightened his face.

  "Yeah."

  "Do you know what that means?"

  "Yeah. I guess," she muttered.

  "Let me explain something, B. The word means loving more than one. Jake and Hayden? Well, they are deeply committed to each other, and because of that, they have never had the notion that there is only enough room for one in their relationship. Think of it like this—look at me and Terry and how we fit into this picture. The four of us share a home and a life; we are a family. We each have a special role in each other's lives and, when a lover is brought in for the boys, T-Bear and I have a place that we belong. No one is excluded."

  "It's just so strange to me."

  "A poly relationship is strange to most people who don't understand it. It's not much different to a gay couple, when we publically declare our commitment to each other. By openly acknowledging a shared partner, the Paterson boys are declaring that they love, support and respect her. That doesn't change, even when she's cranky or weepy, and the daddy part of them comes to surface." Matt tweaked her nose. "For them, it would be unimaginable to hide the nature of their relationship or pretend she is just, well, a neighbor."

  "Don't they get jealous? I would simply die if I saw one of them with another girl," Baylor admitted, ashamed. "I mean, we just started this thing that we are doing, and there wasn't supposed to be any romantic involvement. I've never done anything like this. What do you call it?"

  "Age-play?"

  "I guess. Anyway, I made it clear that I did not want any romantic involvement… and then I go ahead and throw myself at Hayden like I was a common whore. My ex father-in-law was right about me, after all."

  "If your ex in-laws said that, then why do you give them power by believing it?"

  "If it's the truth, then they already have the power," she said.

  "Or does giving them the power turn a lie into the truth?"

  "Are you a philosopher, Matt?"

  "I am a student of life, nothing more."

  "That's not what the boys told me. They said you are an instructor."

  "I've learned to survive in some of the harshest environments in the world," Matt stroked her ponytail absently, "and none of them is as hard as a relationship that lacks trust. Give them a chance. Give us a chance."

  He waited a moment while Baylor digested his words. She finally looked up into his long-lashed brown eyes and nodded.

  "Okay, I'll try. I have one more question. Do you support this spanking shit?"

  "Yes, ma'am. Now, as your big brother, my primary job is to help you make mischief." He elbowed her playfully. "But if I tell you something, I do expect you to listen to me. I'll put you across my knee in a second if you don't."

  "This really isn't fair."

  "Just be a good girl and you have nothing to worry about. Unless, of course the boys get into a mood."

  "Should I be afraid to ask?"

  "Yeah. Be afraid. Be very afraid." He stood up and extended his hand. "Let's go back home and exchange those plain panties for the frilly ones before the boys get any more ideas about reddening that backside of yours. It's very spankable, by the way."

  "I don't even know how to respond to that," Baylor said, as she accepted his hand and rose to her feet.

  "You don't have to," Matt said with a chuckle. He smacked her on the rump and led her out the door.
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  Chapter Six

  Baylor hid behind Matt as he pulled her into the living room, where the other three men were sitting on the couch and watching TV.

  "Look what I found! The cutest little mouse that ever hid under a doormat."

  "Baylor? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Hayden said.

  "You didn't make her uncomfortable. He did. Take her." Matt gently shoved her in Jake's direction. "It's your turn."

  "His turn for what?" Baylor asked, confused.

  Her question was answered by Jake's lips crushing against her own. Her legs wobbled and he caught her in his arms, slinging her around and then lowering her to the couch.

  "Yikes," Baylor whispered, touching her mouth. She glanced around to see Hayden grinning. "What are you smiling about?"

  "It's a major turn on watching you get all hot and bothered. I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say?"

  "What do I have to do to stop the swearing around her?" Jake frowned.

  "You could spank the midget every time one of us cusses," Terry suggested, wrapping his big arm around Matt's shoulders.

  "Hey!"

  "If you pull her panties down, I might just agree that's a good idea." Hayden laughed, shoving Baylor with his shoulder to get her to make room for him on the couch.

  "Matt! Tell them to stop!" she demanded, deciding to play along.

  "Can't."

  "And why not? You said you're my official big brother. That means you need to protect me."

  "And take away the fun of watching your adorable little ass turn nice and red while you squiggle? Nah," Matt said.

  "This is so…"

  "Not fair," all four men said together.

  "She really is adorable when she pouts, isn't she?" Jake asked, pinching Baylor's cheek.

  She smacked his hand. "Don't do that, you big old bully."

  "Ha ha, she called you old," Hayden teased.

  "I heard. Terry? You're the grandpa around here. What should I do?"

  "I dunno, Jake." Terry shrugged, taking a bite of an apple. "Maybe get yourself a walker and some of those adult diapers?"

  "And some Geritol and denture glue!" Matt added.

  "Don't forget the wrinkle cream." Hayden snickered.

  "What are you laughing about, Chuckles?" Jake jabbed his brother in the arm. "We're only a year apart."