Moving a Little Heart

by Breanna Hayse

  "You can't make me sleep if I don't want to. You are not my daddy!" Baylor blurted, nose to nose with Terry.

  "No, I am your uncle. And as such, I have less of an attachment to the state of that backside than your daddies do. Matthew! Bring me the hairbrush."

  "Aww, T, that's gonna bruise her," Matt said.

  "Would you like me to use it on you next?"

  "No. You don't have to be so grumpy," Matt muttered.

  "Do. It. NOW!"

  "What's going on?" Hayden asked sleepily, leaning over the rail and looking into the living room below. "Baylor?"

  "Tell him to leave me alone!" she called up to him, pointing to Terry.

  "Unless you or Jake interfere, your girl is about to get a real paddling with a hairbrush," Terry said calmly.

  Hayden frowned as Matt walked past him with the large, wooden brush in his hand. "I'm not happy about that, but from what I've been hearing, it's deserved," he said. "Baylor, I warned you."

  "I hate you too!" she screamed, her back against the wall.

  "I am giving you one more chance to apologize before I move up to a larger implement, like the school paddle," Terry said, smacking the brush against his hand.

  "T, she's so tiny. You can't—"

  "Shut it, Matt. Jake?" Terry raised his eyebrow.

  "I'm not happy about it either, but I agree with Hayden. I hope the temper tantrum was worth it, Bay." Jake shook his head.

  Matt shook his head too, as Baylor skirted behind him for protection. "Listen, sweet face," he said, turning to her. "I tried to warn you, didn't I? You pushed, and this is what happens. He won't touch you until he calms down, but I can tell you now that you are going to be miserable for several days."

  Baylor looked at the carpet. She had gone a bit too far in her testing their patience this time. "I'm sorry. Uncle Terry? I really am sorry. Please, give me one more chance. I promise I'll be good."

  "You have until the count of three to bend your bottom over my lap. One…"

  Baylor slumped in defeat. The anger she had been feeling quickly dissipated to sorrow. "I'm sorry I ruined everyone's day."

  "You didn't ruin anything. This is part of the life we lead," Jake said softly.

  "Two…" Terry counted.

  "I can't believe this is all because I wouldn't take a stupid nap," Baylor protested, crossing her arms.

  Jake squatted on the floor in front of her. "It has nothing to do with the nap. It has to do with obedience, and dissuading you from taking excessive steps towards being defiant. This scenario," he gestured around him, "is allowing all of us to teach you that there is very little room for blatant rebellion."

  "It's so unfair."

  "Just mind Uncle Terry, and go get your spanking."

  "Nobody loves me." Baylor pouted, reluctantly placing her body over the big man's monstrous thighs.

  Terry slid the nightgown to her waist. "Quite the contrary. We all love you. Even when you're a very naughty little girl."

  "Ow! That hurts! OOOWW!" She yelled as Terry brought the hairbrush down in the middle of her cheeks with a loud, resounding smack.

  It only took ten swats before her legs were kicking frantically in the air and her slippers went flying off her feet. She reached behind her in a vain attempt to avoid the spanks, forcing Terry to pin her hand down before he continued to paddle her with determination.

  "Ahhh," she gasped. "Uncle Terry, no! You can't! It's not fair! I'm not a baby. I don't need naps!"

  "It's more than fair," Terry said sternly. "If you're old enough to deliberately ignore my directions, then you are old enough to suffer the consequences and get spanked on the bare bottom!"

  "Daddy, make him stop! I'll be good. I swear I'll never be bad again!" The hairbrush landed fully across Baylor's left buttock. Her scream rattled the windows.

  "Yeowww! You're killing me!" she howled as she writhed over his lap, and threw her other arm back to guard her burning posterior. Her desperate kicks grew harder, forcing Terry to capture her legs under his right leg and tilt her forward more to lift her bottom higher. He landed a barrage of crisp, cracking blows across both cheeks, turning her alabaster white bottom the hue of a deep fuchsia.

  "No one has ever died from a good, old-fashioned spanking," Terry said calmly, cracking the brush solidly against her bare skin. Each blow produced a howl of agony and left a bright white oval impression that quickly turned purple before fading into a deep red.

  Years of spanking bottoms, both male and female, had left Terry with the expertise to know exactly where to place the implement, and how hard, to make a long-lasting impression on his wayward victim's bottom and heart.

  He spanked every inch of the soft flesh, painting her bottom fire-engine red and making certain that the plumpest area in the lowest portion was turned a dark crimson. Satisfied with the color brought about by the brush, he switched to his hand. Baylor's shrieking was no less powerful as his palm impacted the backs and innermost parts of her thighs and sit-spots.

  He did not stop until Baylor's bottom sizzled with a fierce, glowing heat. Then he rested his hand over the swollen mounds and gave her a moment to register that the punishment was over.

  "Have you had enough, Baylor?"

  "Dear God, yes," she wept, coughing and choking as she tried to speak. "I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want me to. Please, no more."

  He stood her up. "Go put your nose in the corner and don't you dare touch that little bottom. If you do, I will give you another five minutes with the hairbrush."

  Sobbing, she stumbled across the room and awkwardly stood in the designated spot, crying pitifully into her hands.

  Several minutes passed in silence, the sorrow thick in the air around her. Instinctively, she knew that her family—these four men—were hurting as badly as she was.

  "Baylor? Please turn around," Terry said at last.

  She slowly obeyed, the look of contrition clearly marking her face.

  "Are we going to have any more defiance like this again?"

  "No, sir." She lowered her face to the ground.

  "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

  Baylor lifted her face, her cheeks stained with tears.

  "Are you going to push me to spank you again?" Terry went on.

  "NO! Never!"

  "Good. Come to Uncle Terry and give me a hug."

  Although hugging the big man was the last thing she wanted to do, Baylor obeyed. He enfolded her in his arms and kissed her wet face. "I've always loved the feel of a girl's bottom under my hand, but yours is the first I haven't enjoyed. Please don't provoke me again," he muttered.

  "I'm sorry." She sniffed, her anger melting away as he rocked her.

  "Are you ready for a nap now?"

  Baylor nodded. Terry carried her upstairs and tucked her under the covers.

  "No more tantrums?"

  "No more tantrums," she agreed. He kissed her nose and acknowledged Hayden's entry into the room. "Daddy is going to cuddle you. Let him get some rest, okay?"

  "Yes, sir, Uncle Terry. I'm sorry."

  "You don't need to keep apologizing. It's over with," Terry said.

  Hayden slid into the bed and pulled her back against his body to spoon her. His hand slipped under the nightgown and rested on the blazing cheeks.

  "No squeezing. It hurts too much." She sniffed.

  "One of these days," he whispered into her neck, "I'm going to fuck this ass after it gets this red and hot. I am so turned on right now."

  "You perv!" Baylor had to laugh quietly. "If it didn't hurt so badly, I might even let you."

  "Let me?" He placed his erect phallus to poke her between her scarlet cheeks. "Feel that? I don't need you to let me. I could just take it."

  "Is this how you talk to your little girl?" she asked, feeling the head of his cock probe towards her bottom hole.

  "Hell, no. This is how I talk to my woman."

  "And to think that I believed you to be the gentleman over Jake. What do you think you are
doing back there?"

  Hayden didn't respond as he worked the wetness from between her legs up to her pucker, carefully staying between the throbbing cheeks. She sighed as he began to work himself into her, slowly edging his cock within her tight walls until the heat of her rump pressed solidly against his pelvis.

  He didn't move—he simply filled her—and held her back snugly to his stomach.

  Baylor smiled as his long arms held her tightly to his pelvis while absently stroking a nipple over the material of her gown. She was filled completely with his enormous rod, her scorched backside both aching and being soothed as it pressed against the tickling hair of his groin. The heat from the spanking began to work its way to her core, and she encouraged Hayden to move his hand from her breast to her clit. He circled the swollen nub with lazy strokes of his thumb while resting his face against her back.

  "Hayden?" she whispered. "Did you fall asleep on me? Damn…"

  Chapter Fourteen

  Baylor woke to the sound of laughter downstairs. She glanced beside her to find that Hayden had gone and, in his place, was the giant bear that Matt had given her that morning. She felt a sudden rush of shame for the trouble she caused, and her backside screamed in defiance when she sat up.

  "Hey, kiddo. I was just coming in to check on you," Matt said, plopping down on the bed. "How are you doing?"

  "My butt feels like it went through a meat grinder. I thought Jake's spankings were hard. He has nothing compared to Terry."

  "Tell me about it. T-Bear has a reputation in the community. They say his hand is a Grizzly bear's claw in disguise, and that it can shred an ass into a million tiny pieces."

  "I believe it. Ooh." Baylor grimaced as she tried to stand. "Hayden did some poking around back there too, so that isn't helping."

  "You lucky girl!" Matt winked.

  "Tell that to my ass."

  He faltered a moment, then stood up to close the door securely before rejoining her on the bed. "Before we get back into the Little mindset, I wanted to talk to you about something. I was wondering if, well…" Matt trailed off.

  "Are you blushing? And at a loss for words? I'm shocked," she said.

  "It's not that. I have a weird favor to ask of you. I already talked to your daddies, and they said it was fine with them, but they wanted to leave it in your court."

  "What are you talking about?" Baylor looked at him suspiciously.

  Matt reddened a little bit. "Okay, here's the deal. I've spanked a few girls in my day, nothing spectacular. Mainly at parties and events. But I've never been with a girl, or really seen one up close and personal. You know, naked. I was wondering if you would let me bathe you."

  Baylor's eyes grew wide. "Are you saying you might be bi?"

  "Not at all." Matt shook his head. "I'm just curious. I've never trusted a female friend enough to ask her about this stuff. The guys suggested that I ask you. I know it's weird. Sorry."

  "No, don't be sorry. I mean, this is for science, right?" She smiled.

  Matt grinned with relief. "Yeah, for science."

  "Then, I guess it's okay. I'm a little shy though."

  "Yeah, well I'm a little scared." He laughed, hugging her. "A lot of gay men have this thing for boobs. I've never even seen, let alone touched one."

  "You can touch mine all you want. There isn't much there, though."

  "Can I touch everything?"

  Baylor hesitated, then nodded. "Yes. I trust you. And thank you for trusting me. You know, with your scientific research."

  "I do love you, Bay," he said, kissing her cheek.

  "I love you too, Matt."

  "I'll go make your bath then."

  Baylor fidgeted nervously as she listened to Matt's happy humming in Hayden's bathroom. She looked up uneasily when he returned.

  "What's wrong?" he asked, helping her off the bed and leading her to stand next to the tub.

  "I'm just a little nervous. I've never been part of a science experiment before."

  "I promise that there is no sexual interest. I'll even strip if you want, to prove that I'm not aroused."

  "No, thank you. TMI!" She giggled.

  "Okay, then. Lift up your arms," he said, pulling off her gown. He stood back to look at her. "Now, why are you blushing? You're beautiful."

  "I'm not sure how to take that." Baylor shrugged, wanting to cover herself from his curious eyes.

  "Just because I'm gay does not mean that I don't appreciate a gorgeous woman. Don't you ever look at other women and admire them?"

  "Well, yeah, but it's not the same."

  "It's exactly the same. Let me see your bottom. Shit," Matt said, running his hands over the slightly black and blue cheeks. "He did a number on you. Wow."

  Baylor glanced at her discolored rump in the mirror. "They'll fade by tomorrow. I don't really bruise anymore, although I do stay red and sore for a while."

  "Did it arouse you?"

  "Not the actual spanking, but afterwards, when the shock wore off and Hayden was playing back there, it did," she admitted. "Can I get in the tub please? The bubbles will help make me feel a little less self-conscious."

  "Of course. In you go."

  Baylor sighed as he scrubbed her back and shoulders with the washcloth. She could tell by his touch that he was just as anxious as she was.

  "I feel like a little kid," he admitted. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

  "You don't have to show me yours. Put the washcloth down and feel my skin. It's a lot different to a man's," Baylor said softly, realizing that he was trusting her in the most intimate way a person could. He was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. He'd selected her to give him a positive experience with a woman, as limited as it would be, and she knew instinctively that she had to take the lead. His fingers trailed along her spine and over the bones of her shoulder blades. She glanced at him. "Go on. I know what you're curious about. Close your eyes and explore."

  His hand traveled down her back to the swell of her tender bottom, cupping her cheeks gently and running his thumb along the raised flesh.

  "Your butt is rough." He sounded surprised. "Is that from the spanking?"

  "I guess. Jake says that a good session will exfoliate the skin. I will be smooth for months after this one with Terry. Here." She raised herself on her hands and knees, the fragrant bubbles covering her flesh.

  "Are you sure?" Matt's hand trembled as it slid between her cheeks. "You're so smooth and hairless," he whispered. His index finger brushed past her asshole and he hesitated. "May I?"

  "Yes."

  Baylor groaned as he probed her tender flesh, discovering the differences in her anatomy. He verbalized his fascination with how small and tight she was as he glided his finger inside the walls. He kept his hand under the water and stroked the insides of her thighs and down the backs of her legs.

  "We both know that you're more interested in the front. Soap up first. You'll get a different feeling than when dry," Baylor said, slowly turning to face him.

  Matt's hands trembled as he reached for her breasts. Her nipples crinkled instantly as his fingers brushed against them, the perky tips standing at attention through the soft, white cloud of bubbles.

  "You're looking at my boobs as though they were Hayden's stupid lizard. Go on, hold them. They don't bite."

  After several minutes of lifting, squeezing, and feeling, he asked, "Can I…"

  "You can do anything you want, except stick that thing in me. These doorways are designated for Hayden and Jake's use only." She giggled.

  "Tell me if it gets too weird," Matt said, running his thumb across her nipple with fascination. He rinsed the soap and bubbles from her mounds and studied them closely, his fingers tracing the round areolas and crinkled buds. Tentatively, he leaned forward, placed his mouth around the tip and explored it with his tongue.

  Baylor groaned. "Damn, you have a great mouth," she whispered.

  "That is one advantage to my sexual preference." Matt smiled. "We know how to use
our mouths. This is so different than sucking a man's tit. Yours is soft, and I can pull it in and really move it around and chew on it. It's kind of fun."

  "Not quite like giving a blow job, huh?"

  "Not quite. Although, if he hasn't started to get hard yet—"

  "TMI!" Baylor laughed, covering her ears.

  Matt moved to the other breast and Baylor clutched the edges of the tub, arching her back as he drew her nipple back and forth in his mouth, biting gently and circling it with his tongue.

  "Fuck. Matt, I swear, you are going to make me come just by doing that."

  "Really? I'm sorry." He pulled away.

  "Okay, my turn to sound weird, but if you're going to start something, you'd better be ready to finish it," she scolded, her pussy aching with arousal.

  Matt blushed sheepishly and glanced down her belly. His hands felt her waist, the swell of her hips, and then ventured to the folds of her womanhood.

  Baylor jumped as his fingers explored the shape and texture of her clit, her inner folds and, finally, her hot, moist vault.

  "Does that hurt?" he asked, sliding his finger inside her body.

  "No. I can hardly feel that."

  "It's so bumpy and then goes smooth. What's this?" he pressed back further, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit.

  "My cervix. Damn you, Matt. You've got me horny as hell."

  "Do you want me to get one of the boys?"

  "No," Baylor said boldly. "I want you to finish your experiment. Let's get me out of the tub and you can look, touch and taste all you want."

  Matt raised an eyebrow and eagerly nodded, reminding her of a little kid with a new toy. He helped her from the tub and wrapped a towel around her body. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom, then turned to face him.

  "Turn on the light," she ordered, dropping the towel on the floor. She climbed into the bed on her hands and knees, her bruised bottom wagging in his face. "For science, Matt."

  "For science," he answered. She closed her eyes as she felt him study the cleft of her ass, and bit her lip as he tentatively tasted her tight hole. He muttered about smoothness and how soft she was before indulging deeper with his tongue, tracing circles along the rim and pressing along the center. Baylor purred with pleasure. All too soon, he ventured further down and parted her pussy lips from behind to stare into her slit.