"He felt bad for you, and decided that since the house was paid off, you could use the extra money more than he did. So he told the agency to reduce your fees and us to leave you in peace," Jake added.
"Which you didn't do. Did you tell him about me?" she asked.
"Well…"
"Hayden! Did you tell him about me?"
"I told him about the shit you've been through and how badly you needed some decent people around you. Don't be angry, love. He's like us and hates seeing people get screwed."
"I'm not angry. I'm surprised at the generosity. Please, thank him for me," Baylor said.
"We will. So, as your new landlords, we can come in and inspect every night." Hayden chuckled mischievously.
"He's joking," Jake intervened. "What it means is that you never have to worry about leaving again. The place is yours for as long as you want it. These guys," he pointed to a group of men, "are also going to build you a darkroom in the garage so you have a place to work."
"Are you serious?" Baylor was dumbfounded. Could all this be real?
"Very serious. We wanted to give you that space of your own that you've been demanding since you moved in. You know, the very personal space we intruded upon. Over and over again." Hayden's smile was riddled with mischief.
"Is everything sex to you?" Jake asked, catching the implication. "Other than Chuckle's inferences, he is correct," he went on. "You need somewhere that is just yours."
"Are you back to calling me that again? I wish you would stop," Hayden grumbled.
"You guys are wonderful. Just so you know, it doesn't feel like an intrusion anymore. I like having you all in my space, now," Baylor said, kissing his chin. "I'm just a little overwhelmed. Thank you again."
"The station gave me a list of places they would like you to start photographing." Jake handed her a list. "Some of them will require extra transportation."
"Terry is going to take us for a chopper ride tomorrow," Matt said, wrapping his arm around Terry's waist. "And then the five of us are going to have a picnic."
"But first, the barbeque!" Hayden announced. "Boys? To the food!"
***
The sound of the camera's shutter clicking was drowned out by the whirling blade of the helicopter as they flew over the wide span of the Mojave Desert. Baylor was awed by the raw beauty below them. It was like a giant canvas of sand, etched with deep, red gorges, valleys of yucca and Joshua trees, and small, rock-covered mountains.
Terry circled the heli around an area where a small structure stood alone in the middle of sparse plants and piles of tumbleweed.
"Where are we?" Baylor asked.
"This is called The Rock House. There is a fresh water spring just over that hill. We want to introduce you to the topography of the area so that you can practice your angles and stuff," Matt said, gathering up the bag of equipment to carry out.
"Let's eat first and then you can show her around," Jake suggested, handing the cooler to Hayden and helping Baylor out of the chopper.
"I can't believe how hot it still is. This is insane," she commented, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"Yeah, it's not usually this warm in January. Just remember, as hot as the days are, the nights are cold. It's wicked out here. Finding shelter is vital to survival, which is why so many lost hikers get into trouble. They go into the lava tubes and gorges and don't leave any signals for a search crew to find them," Hayden said. "Hypothermia and dehydration takes them out."
"What kind of signals? Making a fire out here would be hard with the limited amount of wood, right?" Baylor asked.
"There are other ways, like lining out rocks and making deep etches in the dirt. We will teach them to you. Just remember to always tell us exactly where you are going and never leave without water, some snacks and that emergency pack we got for you. Also keep in mind that the mountains in this area are subject to rock slides, and are pitted with abandoned mines."
"Better yet, do not go anywhere without one of us. Let's eat. Terry made cookies," Jake said, ruffling her hair before pinching her rump.
Under the cool shade of the Rock House, Baylor sat back in the camp chair and studied her wonderful family. Her eyes rested on the Paterson boys, as she mused about how much her life had changed since meeting them.
She had been stunned to discover the differences between them—and thrilled beyond belief. The outwardly rough Jake was a tender, gentle lover, while the sensitive, laughing Hayden became a demanding beast in the bedroom. Her body ached with desire as she imagined both of them filling her at once: Jake's thick rod buried in her pussy while Hayden's long shaft anchored itself deep in her ass. And then there was the spanking.
Matt was right. She was longing for it! Prior to the 'post-party spanking' that she'd received for going beyond her drink limit, she hadn't had a good spanking in a month, and she actually missed it! Things had been busy for everyone during the holiday season, and each of them had been forced to be responsible for their jobs, so Baylor had rarely had the chance to have all of them together at once during the last month. She missed them. She also missed the age-play.
Baylor stood, sipping from her water bottle as she walked around her two special men. Without thought, she poured the water over both their heads and then ran like lightning out the doorless exit. She dodged behind the helicopter, grinning from ear to ear, and watched as they stood outside the structure, hands on their hips.
"If you wanted a spanking, you could have just asked for one!" Hayden called out.
"That's right," Jake joined in. "Now you are going to get double."
"I still think a baby day would do her wonders," Terry reckoned loudly. "Maybe teach her some manners."
"She was just playing, you guys." Matt chuckled, tilting his head towards her hiding place. "But delivering a good spanking would definitely put you two in a better mood."
"Spanking always puts me in a good mood," Jake said, diverting her attention by walking away from the chopper. She didn't see Terry sneaking up behind her as she listened carefully to the discussion.
"And when you're in a good mood, so are the rest of us," Matt added.
"Hey! Put me down!" Baylor screeched.
Terry flung her across his shoulder. "Look what I found. A mischievous little mouse!"
"Let me go, you brute!" She laughed, pounding her fist against his back.
"Nope. Not until I give you what you are asking for." Terry sat on the stone steps and plopped her across his lap. "Mind if the shorts come down, boys?"
"We insist," Jake and Hayden said, both crossing their arms.
"Nooo!" Baylor struggled to hold her shorts over her bottom. "I didn't do anything to you!"
"Matt! Hold her arms for me!" Terry ordered.
"Let go! Matthew! You are supposed to help me!"
"Help you? Nah, this is too much fun." He chuckled
"The last time you dumped ice down my back, you got spanked," Terry reminded her. "You didn't learn your lesson, did you?"
"I didn't dump it on you this time." Baylor laughed, squirming under his heavy hand.
"No, but I'm the one who caught you. One for the money…"
"Ow! Not so hard!"
"Two for the show…"
"Terry! That hurts!"
"Three to get ready…"
"Matt! Stop him!"
"And four to go!"
Baylor kicked and squealed in an effort to escape Terry's heavy hand as it splatted across her bottom.
"I do love the color her bottom turns," Hayden commented.
"You're such a voyeur. Give her to me, T-Bear. Let me show you how a real spanking is given," Jake commanded, cracking his knuckles.
Baylor's eyes widened. "No! Not a real spanking. Just in play!"
"Don't you love it when they try to top from the bottom? Baylor Anne, you march your little bottom right over here. Daddy wants a word with you," Jake said in his 'special voice.'
Finally! The cue was given and Baylor was stunned how instantly she fell into th
e 'little girl' mode now. It had become second nature to her, and she loved it. At least, most of the time. She pushed herself off Terry's lap and yanked her shorts back up, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Dragging her feet, she approached Jake.
"I love you, Daddy," she said sweetly, climbing onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Do you think cuddling me will get you out of being spanked?"
"If you loved me, it would."
"Oh, I do love you." Jake squeezed her tightly. "So very much. And this means that, when you act up, Daddy needs to discipline you."
"Nu-uh!" Baylor blinked, burying her nose under his chin. "It just means you gotta cuddle me more. And feed me ice-cream."
"I don't know what parenting book you've been reading, little girl," he said, pulling her face away from his neck so he could look at her. "It certainly is not the one I read."
"I love cuddles," Baylor announced, grinning as the others laughed.
"What a little weasel." Terry chuckled. "The scary thing is that she has you melting, Daddy Jake."
"No, she doesn't!" Jake scowled, tucking Baylor closer to his body.
"Like hell she doesn't," Hayden said and laughed. "Give her to me."
"No. Mine."
"Share, bro."
"Please don't, Daddy Jake," Baylor said. "Daddy Hayden wants to spank me."
"Damn right I do. You forget what your little angel just did to us."
"No, I didn't. I am just grabbing the prime time while I can. Okay, enough cuddling. Time for a naughty girl spanking," Jake said.
"Nooo!"
"Yes." He turned her across his lap and yanked her shorts back down to her thighs. "Pouring water on Daddy is not a nice thing to do."
"I'm sorry?"
"You should be. And that was a question, not an apology. Why are you laughing?"
"Ow! No pinching."
"This bottom belongs to me, and I can pinch it as much as I want," Jake retorted.
"That bottom belongs to all of us." Matt laughed, smacking Baylor's rump sharply as he walked by. "You guys do need to have a baby day with her. Show her what a bottom really is good for."
"Other than Hayden's preference?" Terry teased.
"This is humiliating," Baylor groaned. "Does everyone know everything we do?"
"We didn't until you just admitted it."
"Ow! Jake!"
"That was Matt." Jake laughed. "It seems that you're bringing out the spanker in him. Here, buddy, go for it."
"Stop handing me off to people! Hey!"
"Hmm," Matt said, bouncing Baylor on his knee. "It's been a long time since I've had the chance to spank a girl's bottom. They are so much more 'bubbly' than a man's, aren't they, T-Bear?"
Terry squeezed Matt's shoulders, watching the proceedings from over his head. "Much more. They are softer, and jiggle so nicely, too. Give it a go. You'll like this one."
"Owie!" Baylor squawked. "Ow! Hey! OW!"
"This is fun!" Matt said, smacking the wiggling cheeks. "I bet she reddens nicely under a paddle."
"No! OWW!"
"My turn," Hayden demanded.
"I haven't gotten mine yet," Jake argued.
"You gave yours up. I'll bet she would love a taste of your belt, though."
"Fuck, no!"
"Pardon?" Jake asked.
"I'm sorry. Please, not your belt," she pleaded.
"Let her up, Matt. Baylor, we were just messing around. We've never had the chance to play 'pass the bottom' with anyone," Jake explained. He touched her lips with his index finger. "No more swearing, though. Use your safe word."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously."
"That's her safe word, you dimwit," Hayden said.
"The only time that word won't work is if you are being punished. If you do use it, we will assume you are having a melt down and we'll stop to talk to you about it," Jake said.
"I really thought you were going to hit me with that belt."
"Oh, I was. But," Jake kissed her forehead, "you need to learn to trust that we won't play harder than you can take. In fact, bend over and touch your knees."
"Why?"
"Do it. No, leave your shorts down and keep your eyes straight ahead."
Baylor's heart pounded as she heard him remove his belt from his pants. The jingling of the buckle in his hand seemed to echo off the mountains and bombard her. It was so loud!
"Please, don't," she begged, as she felt him line up the leather against her flesh. The belt snapped against her skin, startling her.
"Well?" he said.
"That didn't hurt," she said with surprise. A second and then a third lash fell, and Baylor found herself arching her bottom to receive more.
"I'm taking it a little harder," Jake advised, snapping the belt across her cheeks a fourth time.
"Eek!" Baylor yipped.
Jake slowly rubbed the stinging area, drew his arm back, and released another stroke.
"Ohhh…" came the moan.
"Are you liking this?" he asked, running his hand along her warm mounds.
"Yeah. Except," she turned to whisper, "It's making me horny."
"That's my girl! Now stay in place. Don't reach behind or step away. I'm going to give you one more stroke, a real one, and then we will go down to the springs."
She gritted her teeth, preparing for the bite of the leather to sear her rump.
True to his word, Jake delivered a 'real' stroke and Baylor responded by bending her knees and hissing. His hand pressed the welt into her muscle and rubbed deeply, casually brushing between her legs. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You're wet. Another?"
Baylor inhaled sharply and nodded, resuming the same position. A second, scorching lash was painted across her shivering cheeks. The excruciating bite traveled deeply into her buttocks, bringing tears to the corners of her eyes. But then his hand, once again, pressed the stripe firmly into her flesh and waited.
"Another?" he asked with surprise as she stood back up and bent over again.
"Yes."
"It might bruise you if I go harder, Baylor. This last one was the same as I gave you last week when I punished you," he warned.
"Do it," she said, oblivious to the fascinated onlookers.
"Her endorphins have hit," Terry said. "You'll knock her out of the zone if you go much further."
"It's up to her. Bay? One more?"
"Yes."
Jake sighed and took aim. The sound of the crack against her flesh reverberated around them.
Baylor arched her back to the pain before sinking to the rocky floor. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks as the burn sizzled and throbbed. She felt arms wrapping around her body and lift her from the ground. A hand pushed her head against his chest. She inhaled deeply. It was Hayden who was carrying her.
"Where are we going?" she whispered into his throat.
"To the spring, baby. It's really close. Shhh, shut your eyes and float a bit."
"Mmm…" Baylor hummed. "What's going on?"
"You drifted into subspace. Your endorphins went crazy and took you to a place of bliss. Hang on, we're going downhill."
She rested her forehead against Hayden's chin with such trust and innocence that it surprised even her. He stepped into the rocks surrounding the spring and slowly sat down, holding her tightly to his body.
"I'll get in and you can hand her to me," she heard Jake say. Some splashing of water, accompanied by a few choice words regarding the temperature, was heard—along with an apology for those same words. A pair of hands slipped under her body and lifted her away from Hayden.
Between the blazing sun and the heat of Hayden's body next to hers, Baylor had been growing quite uncomfortable.
Jake dipped her bare feet into the icy water and gave her time to adjust to the temperature. Little by little, he lowered her in until the water touched her stomach, making her jump.
"That's freezing!" she proclaimed, rocketing up to reach a high point on Jake'
s body.
"You're choking me. It's not bad. Jump in and start moving around," he said.
"Take me out of here. You're used to it because you swim every day. I'm not. I don't like the cold water."
"And yet, you thought it was funny to dump ice water on me? Seems like payback is in order."
"No!" Baylor protested as Jake took a deep breath and submerged himself under the icy pool—with her still trapped in his arms. She sputtered when they came to surface and scrambled to the edge.
"She looks like a drowned cat," Terry observed, sitting on a boulder in the shade next to Matt.
"And madder than a wet hen," Matt added. "Guys? We're gonna go fossil hunting. I have the walkie-talkies if you need us."
"Have fun. Keep away from flat rocks," Jake teased.
"I'm not the idiot who pokes around rattler nests, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Where are my shorts?" Baylor asked with a frown.
"Back at the rock house. You don't need the shorts, anyway."
"I don't care if Terry and Matt are gay," she smacked Jake's bicep, "they don't need to be looking at my lady parts."
"The only thing they were interested in was how red your backside gets," Hayden said, joining them.
"How come you guys get to wear shorts and I don't? It's not fair. No, I don't want to go back in!"
"She's so mouthy." Jake sighed as he wrestled Baylor back into the shallow, warmer edge of the spring and stood her on a rock that was only inches beneath the surface.
"We really should try to find a way to fix that," Hayden urged, lowering himself to his knees on the smooth stone shelf under the water. He slid his hands under Baylor's shirt and lifted the material to kiss her stomach, working his lips up between the mounds of her breasts.
She felt Jake's hands smooth along the sides of her thighs and over her hips, then he pressed his thumbs up the length of her spine. He rested his lips on the tiny dimple at her tailbone and ran his hands around the curve of her waist to pull her closer.
In front of her, Hayden kissed the smoothly shaved mound that pouted within the cleft of her thighs. He looked up at her and said, "Sit."
Baylor sank down on the rock and leaned back in Jake's arms as Hayden spread her knees. His tongue tasted the insides of her thighs and urged its way towards her hungry folds as Jake nibbled on her neck from behind, wrapping his arms around her back and playing with her nipples.
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