Guardian Domination by Breanna HayseCeleste is pleasantly surprised to find that her new guardian, Jace, is barely over thirty, and wealthy. She soon learns that bad behavior will earn her a long, hard, bare bottom spanking. Things grow more interesting as Jace and his friends teach her about dominance and submission.
After yet another run-in with the law, Celeste Bronston is given one last chance to avoid incarceration. Her godfather, Jace Jordon, has offered to take her under his roof and serve as her legal guardian, despite the fact that she will be eighteen before she even moves into his home. With no other choice if she wants to stay out of jail, Celeste accepts the judge's offer, even though it means that until the age of twenty-one she will be under the authority of a man she has never even met.
Expecting her godfather to be a stuffy old man, Celeste is pleasantly surprised to find that he is barely over thirty, and moreover, he is quite well-to-do. The strict rules she is expected to obey come as a much less pleasant surprise, however. When she discovers how Jace deals with disobedient young ladies, she is truly shocked. Eighteen or not, she soon learns that bad behavior will earn her a long, hard, bare bottom spanking.
As time passes, though, Celeste begins to see Jace as much more than just a strict guardian. Although he initially resists his feelings, Jace too begins to see Celeste in a different light. When he begins to reveal his interest in dominance and submission to the feisty young woman who shares his home, their relationship begins to grow dramatically, but where will things lead?
Publisher's Note: Guardian Domination is an erotic novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, don't buy this book.
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Guardian Domination (Sample Chapter)
She soon learns that bad behavior will earn her a long, hard, bare bottom spanking
© Breanna Hayse and Stormy Night, 2012-2013
Once again, I stood before the judge, wondering what type of foster care he was going to cart me off to this time as I listened half-heartedly and mentally counted off the days until my 18th birthday…
"Miss Bronston, I'm in a quandary. By all intents and purposes, I should be viewing this as an adult case and just send you to jail."
Those words grabbed my attention.
"You're going to be eighteen in less than a month. I'm giving you a choice," the old man said patiently, looking at me. "We found placement for you, someone who is willing to take you on and believes they can help redirect your life.
"It appears that when they were incarcerated, your parents requested that your godfather, Jace Jordon, be notified of their situation and assume responsibility of you. It has taken a long time for the courts to locate this man and discuss the circumstance. The gentleman was pleasantly surprised by the court's interests and immediately requested the permission to assume responsibility. We, of course, performed a very thorough background investigation into his credentials and psychological competence to act as temporary guardian. Both Ms. White and I believe that we should allow you this final opportunity to make some positive changes in your life. We strongly feel that this situation will give you what you've been desperately seeking: a permanent home, a family environment, and some positive, hands-on guidance. So, here's the deal: accept his offer or we will be forced to initiate the process of incarceration."
It really wasn't much of a choice. I was well behind in school by more than a year with no job opportunities, no money, and no home… so shacking up with some old guy was better than jail.
"This will be a challenge for you, Dear. Due to your history of non-compliance, Mr. Jordon has requested that the court views you as a probationary case placed under a contract stating that you will be his dependent until you turn twenty-one. Should you leave his care prior to that time, you will be sent directly to jail. And it won't be juvie."
"And not even collect two-hundred dollars?" I asked smartly.
"Make a joke of it if you want to. I've done all I can to help you, but the ball is in your court now, Celeste. Well?"
"You're asking me to select one prison sentence over another. I'm an indentured servant or a convict. What if he's a pervert or something? Background investigations can miss a lot," I glared at him suspiciously.
The judge nodded with a sad droop. "Very true, and God forbid, if you feel that you are in danger, I want you to find a way to the nearest cop and get the hell out of there. We will be monitoring you very closely. We don't want you hurt… We want you happy." The old man stood up and placed his hand on my shoulder, "You'll be transferred in a couple of weeks. Mr. Jordon wanted a chance to get things ready for your arrival. Celeste? I feel reasonably certain that you will not only thrive in this environment, but will find some peace there. Good luck, Child."
The social worker shook the judge's hand before leading me out. She looked pleased. I wasn't as confident.
Great, I thought as I shoved my meager belongings into an old backpack. Why couldn't they just let me go and live under a bridge somewhere? I'm an adult now, for Pete's sake. Prison was prison. Frankly, I didn't care if they located an estranged ‘godfather' who I had not seen since I was about five or six. I vaguely remembered a man I called Jordy with shocking blue eyes, and warm smile and a terrifying stare in the direction of my parents when they yelled at me. I also remembered being allowed to hide behind his chair and screeching when blocked by his ‘tickle-hand' to keep me from escaping. Why would he ever agree to take me? I started to fume as my mood soured… they all sucked, as far as I was concerned. And to strip my legal rights and freedom as an adult? Could they really do that?
It's the government. They could do whatever they want. My mind wandered as we silently drove over the roads of Monterey towards Carmel. Trees thickened as the road continued upwards into the mountains. There were no "real" stores, only little markets and a couple of mom-and-pop gas stations and restaurants. Where the hell was this place, anyway?
"I'm truly hoping," Ms. White was saying, "that you will think twice before running away this time. Remember, it's this or jail until you're twenty-one. We've run out of options and I'm thinking this will work best for all of us." When she received no response, she added, "Your godfather has agreed to take you in; you should be grateful."
"I barely remember the man. He obviously played no role in my life, so I have no reason to be grateful," I spouted.
Ms. White sighed, "Celeste, this is really your last option. Please think before you do anything. You will end up spending a lot of time in jail if you don't straighten up."
I merely stared out the window without responding, barely blinking as I took in the beautiful landscape. We slowed to a big, iron gate locked in front of a long, wooded driveway where Ms. White punched in some numbers on the pad and the heavy gate opened slowly.
"Is this a prison or something?" I asked, noticing the ten-foot brick wall stretching from either side.
"Your godfather likes his privacy."
"Where's the house?" I asked. It stood out in the distance: a majestic stone two story mini mansion with a tall pointed roof and surrounded by lush grounds, manicured shrubs and flowing fountains.
"I-is this it?" I asked with uncertainty. The woman nodded and, as we exited the vehicle, a tall, handsome man emerged from the ornate front door. His gait was smooth and catlike, and he looked strong and deadly like a ninja warrior. Allegedly, he was a musician. I couldn't help but wonder how he could afford this place… I certainly didn't recognize his name from any of the music I listened to.
"Celeste, this is your godfather, Jace," she made the introduction. Jace reached out to shake my hand, looking as uncomfortable as I was. His light blue eyes caught the sunlight. They were piercing, yet warm and intelligent… and made me feel safe. He also was not the same man I remembered from my childhood.
"Nice to finally meet you, Celeste," Jace said gently, his low voice almost purring.
"Yeah, same here," came my suspicious response.
Jace smiled with understanding, squeezing my hand. He turned and looked at Ms. White, who immediately started talking. "Now, Mr. Jordon, the courts are still considering your petition for guardianship, however, you must…"
"I trust everything is in order?" he interrupted, his voice firm and decisive, staring directly down at her. Silently, Ms. White nodded and swallowed nervously.
"Petition for guardianship?" I repeated, confused.
Jace nodded, flashing me a kind smile. "Yes, Ma'am. Once I heard I that I had been named as your godfather, there was no way I was going to let you go. I intend to keep you around long after the contract ends."
"That is because you have no idea what you are getting into," Ms. White muttered.
Jace's eye darkened as he slowly and deliberately turned to glare at her. "She is my family and I will not have anyone insult what is mine. You may leave now," he dismissed her like a servant as she flushed every color red and soundlessly fluttered her lips.
Moments later, she was gone, leaving me with a sense of relief and awe. He claimed me as his? A total stranger? Yet, for some reason, it felt right. And he was incredibly handsome… that was a plus.
"Let's get you settled then grab a bite, okay?" Jace said gently, gathering my backpack and opening the front door to allow my entrance.
I stood wordlessly in the foyer, staring. An open staircase went up to the right, with a high, vaulted ceiling and multiple windows lighting every corner. Before me was a large, sunk in living room with a giant stone fireplace on the right wall. The entire back wall consisted of a window, exposing a deck, an infinity pool and the ocean! "I get to live here?" I stuttered.
Jace chuckled, starting upstairs. "Only if you follow me. I got a room set up for you. I hope you like it." He walked into the first room on the left and stepped aside as he held the door for me.
Once again, I stood speechless as I gazed in wonderment. A cove with a picture window and window seat occupied the far wall, with a glass door leading out to a balcony. The queen size golden oak bed was covered with a champagne and antique gold duvet and piled high with pillows with large, matching furnishings. The walls were painted a light cream and textured with an antique gold wash and trimmed with gold borders. From the high ceiling hung sparkling, pale amber, chandelier that cast trinkets of light on the walls as the sun reflected through the crystal. It looked somewhat magical, like the room had been splashed with warmth and taken right out of a palace. "This is for me?" I whispered.
Jace nodded, putting my stuff down. He opened the door to the bathroom. "This, too. I know girls like bubble baths." He showed me the large marble sunk in tub with a scenic view of the ocean. "Like it?"
"I don't know what to say." I swallowed, feeling tears coming.
Jace looked pleased with my reaction and patted me on the shoulder. "Thanks is fine, my dear. Why don't you unpack and then come on down for lunch. We can get to know each other."
"'Kay. And, uh, thanks."
"You're welcome. See you in a few."
I stood numbly for a few minutes before quickly dumping my crap into a dresser drawer. I left my room, pausing to glance down the long hallway to my left. There was one door across the hall, one more on my side, and one at the end, all closed. I wondered which room was his. Shrugging, I followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen where Jace was loading up a tray. My heart fluttered, again noticing how incredibly handsome he was.
He smiled and nodded to the counter. "Go ahead and grab the pitcher and cups, we'll go out on the deck."
I obeyed following him outside and sitting across from him. "Well? Like it? Made it myself," he asked proudly, watching me inhale the roasted chicken and corn.
I could not remember having ever tasted anything so good! "Mmmm, it's great. Thanks." I belched, then blushed. "Sorry."
Jace just laughed. "I know you're a bit overwhelmed. Believe it or not, so am I."
I could not explain the sense of comfort and safety I felt with this man. It was a new feeling for me, and one that I could easily adapt to. "You are? Why?"
"I've never had a ward before and I want to do right by you. The sperm donor really screwed up your life," Jace observed, leaning back in his chair. "I'm hoping I can help undo the damage he caused."
He saw my confusion and proceeded to explain. "Obviously, you guessed that it was my father who was named as your godfather, not me. I've met you twice when you were little, and my dad always was concerned about your safety. Your father was his best friend at the time and they were in business together. Anyway, they started fighting a lot and when Dad found out that your father embezzled a quarter of a million from the company, it was the last straw. Dad took him to court, won and bankrupted your father. Your father swore that one day he would find a way to make my dad miserable and…Well… I don't know a nice way to say it…"
"They tried to pawn me off on him," I said flatly.
"They assigned him as your guardian per prior agreement. The courts took months to locate find me and did not question the obvious age difference, believing that I was given the position when we were children. I'm only 13 years older than you are." Jace sighed, sipped his tea and looked me over. "Dad passed away three years ago and left me everything. On a stupid impulse, I bought a handful of lottery tickets."
"No Way! You won?" I stared, open-mouthed.
He reached across the table to close my jaw. "Yeah, believe it? 72 million after taxes. This house came on the market a year later following a foreclosure. I bought it, fixed it up and… voila! So tell me what happened to get you here?"
"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "Well, consider yourself fortunate that you never really knew the fucker…"
"Watch the language, please," Jace said, raising his eyebrow. "Go on."
"The douchebag thought I was his personal punching bag. After he busted my nose, I took off to a neighbor's house and they took me to the hospital. They reported him for abuse and the cops were sent out. He was drunk when they showed up at his door and he pulled a gun on them. My idiot mother claimed self-defense even though she shot one of the cops in the back. Both my parents are now doing time and it couldn't have worked out better for me," I said casually and without emotion.
Jace eyed me suspiciously. "Really, Hon? I hear you've been to nine foster homes and expelled from six different schools. That doesn't sound like anything worked out well. In fact, it sounds like you've been through some pretty bad times."
"So I guess you really did know what you were getting into, huh?" I asked with a sarcastic smile.
Jace didn't smile back. "Absolutely, and I know that we can make this work. We just need some ground rules."
I rolled my eyes, preparing for the list.
"Respect, consideration, and responsibility," Jace said simply.
He repeated himself, then he saw the expression on my face and further explained. "We respect each other by what and how we say and do things. We are considerate towards each other with each of us making adjustments and learning how to be a family. We take responsibility for our actions and agree to accept the consequences of mistakes. Not too tough."
He was starting to sound like the authority I loathed. "Yeah." I answered doubtfully.
Jace patted my hand. "Okay, let me make this easier. Your curfew is eight o'clock…"
"Bedtime is nine on school nights…"
"You're nuts! I'm eighteen!"
"And my responsibility for the next three years, at least. You will have chores that will need to be done, like cleaning your room and walking the dogs."
"You have dogs?"
Jace smiled at my sudden tone change. "Two puppies that are a major handful. I will also not tolerate any swearing, backtalk or disrespect towards either myself, my friends, or another adult. Understand so far?"
I nodded absently, still thinking about the puppies.
Jace went on. "We have stairs going down to the beach, however you will never, ever go down there without notifying me first. It's too dangerous. You will also not leave these grounds without letting me know where you are going."
"Yeah, like there's anywhere to go. You live in the middle of nowhere," I grumbled.
Jace pressed his lips together. "I've decided to get you a private tutor. I understand you are terribly behind in school, so I expect you to keep your grades up, do your work and focus on making some changes. I promise you that you will be well-rewarded if you obey these rules."
"And if I don't?" I asked casually.
Jace squeezed my hand, staring straight into my eyes. There was something dangerous in them that made my heart start to pound. "Trust me, you really don't want to go there," he said firmly, "but I will promise you one thing. You will never be pushed away or forgotten, nor will you ever get another bruise on your face. Okay? You are stuck with me. Like it or not."
After years of neglect and abandonment, I truly wanted to believe him. I wanted to be held, reassured, and genuinely loved. But things like that don't happen to rejects like me. That crampy, nauseating feeling in the pit in my stomach said that this, too, would be over soon enough.
"We'll see," I commented with a shrug, refusing to get my hopes up.
Jace ignored the comment, gathered the dishes, and stood up. "Come help with the plates then you can go explore while I get some recording done. You also need to see the puppies before they go berserk."
The prospect of puppies, and exploring the estate, was enough to keep me from complaining about the two lousy plates and cups that needed rinsing before being put in the dishwasher.
Drying his hands, Jace grinned. "Ready for puppies? I hope you like dogs."
Jace grabbed my hand and led me out the side door from the kitchen. A large kennel was nestled under the big looming trees with two black-and-white fuzzy puppies yipping at the top of their lungs. I was on the ground in an instant, giggling hysterically as they jumped all over me, nipping me with little needle teeth and smothering me with kisses that smelled of puppy breath. I was in heaven!
"They're only eight weeks old. Border Collies are supposed to be the smartest breed in the world."
"They are beautiful. Are they allowed in the house?"
"Once housebreaking gets better. In case you didn't notice, we have white carpet."
What I did notice was he used the word "we".
Jace opened the gate wider and stepped aside to let the girls out. They fell over their fat little tummies in an effort to explode from the kennel, their semi floppy ears and tails making good targets for each other's little puppy teeth. Jace rubbed their tummies and looked over at me. "Why don't you take a walk with them around the estate? Everything is fenced in except the beach stairs on the deck. "
"What are their names?"
"I'll leave that up to you. Please be back in and washed for dinner by seven. Don't be late." With a perfunctory kiss to my cheek, he started walking towards the house.
The grounds were amazing, extensive, and full of places to explore with two curious, high-energy pups. I sat on a boulder, watching them splash and play happily in a shallow, man-made stream, growing saddened since I was sure that it was only a matter of time before I would lose this wonderful fairytale. I was resigned to enjoy it as long as I was able, but was firmly determined not to become too fond of anything that came attached to Jace Jordon.
Jace was visibly pleased that I made it back on time and that I had taken care of feeding the pups and putting them down for the night. He praised me, genuinely gladdened with my efforts.
I felt a flush of embarrassment run through my body. I had never been praised like that in my entire life, and it felt good.
He stood over me protectively as I climbed into my new bed and even bent over to kiss my forehead, once again telling me how glad he was that he found me. I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of his lips on my skin and the sincere care that came with that gesture. I prayed it wouldn't end too quickly.
* * *
"Okay, kiddo, it's Monday and time to get started on a real schedule," Jace said, opening the door to my bedroom and turning on the lights.
Groaning, I glanced at the clock. It was 7:30. "Isn't it early for you to be up?" I asked groggily, hiding my head under the pillow. We had spent the last two weeks hanging out, getting to know each other and spending time with the puppies.
Jace pulled the covers off me, tickling me while I groaned.
"Why the fuck are you in such a good mood?" I demanded.
WHOOSH! His large hand landed squarely across my PJ covered backside. I shrieked, staring at him in shock.
Jace shook his finger at me. "No swearing, young lady. Now get up and get dressed. You need to have breakfast before your tutor gets here."
It wasn't until after he left my room that I reached around to rub my stinging bottom. He probably thought he was funny, but did he realize how strong he was? Jace was a fitness freak, had a black belt in karate, and constantly worked on hardening and building his body. He still reminded me of a jungle cat, muscular, lean and fast. And predictably unpredictable.
The doorbell rang at eight o'clock and Jace escorted an older, sour looking woman into the kitchen. It was instant mutual dislike and my glare behind Jace's back let her know I planned on challenging her with every step I took.
"I have the office for you two to use," Jace said. "And, of course, anywhere else you would like except the recording studio and my bedroom."
The women distastefully inspected the wood paneled office with its adjoining fireplace to the living room, cherry wood bookshelves and matching English desk, burgundy leather studded chairs and the display of African Art sprinkled around the room. She sniffed, noticing the sliding glass door that opened to a tiny courtyard with a fountain, bench and wood chimes.
"This will do, Mr. Jordon. This patio must go to avoid distractions. I HAVE reviewed her files and have been made aware of her history and legal issues by her case worker."
Jace bristled a bit, but remained calm. "Madam," he said in a low voice. "I hired you to tutor her in subjects, not judge her for past mistakes. I would also appreciate you informing me, and me alone, if you have any difficulties. It is no longer Ms. White's concern or her business, and I will not tolerate one of my employees talking about my family behind my back. Am I understood?"
Did Jace just grow to be seven feet tall? He was obviously annoyed that Ms. White continued to meddle in his affairs. The tutor, Mrs. Franklin, met his eye and then nodded with a frown. "Very well, I will agree to that. Now, if you would excuse us? I need to administer some tests and see what damage has been done with her education."
"I'll be with the puppies." Jace left with a quick kiss to my forehead and whispered, "She needs some Preparation H."
I giggled with pleasure, realizing that he had protected me. Nonetheless, I needed to be rid of this old witch and started contemplating various means of her disposal. My mind drifted as I sat at the comfortable student desk that Jace had bought for me and stared out at the courtyard, the sunshine, the hummingbird…
"…to complete these. Any questions? Are you paying attention, Young Lady?!" Mrs. Franklin snapped.
I slowly turned to look at her. "Yes, I have a question. How long have you had your hemorrhoid problem?"
"WHAT?!" Her face turned bright red and her fists clenched.
Good, that was easy. I stayed calm, casual, nonchalant… "You know, the varicose veins of the anal sphincter. Have you seen a doctor for them?"
"Start your test!"
"Oops." I knocked my bottle of water over the papers. "Oh my, I'm sorry."
"You did that on purpose!"
"Now, why in the world would you say something so accusatory? I spill my water all the time. I'm a bit of a klutz," I said innocently, watching the woman's face turn several different shades of purple. "I'm ready to start," I commented as I picked up the pen and touched it to the wet papers and watched in feigned shock as the ink started to run.
The sour old hag started shrieking, calling me evil and demanding I be put away from decent society for the rest of my miserable life. All because of wet papers! She yelled so loudly that Jace came running in with a look of fear on his face.
"What's going on? I heard yelling."
I pointed to the hag, still sitting quietly in my chair. "I'm not certain, Jace. I accidentally spilled water on her tests and she's calling me names."
Jace's eyes sharpened, honing them on the flustered woman. "Is this true?"
Mrs. Franklin gathered her things and pointed in my direction. "She has a rude mouth, a lousy attitude and really should be sent far away to nothing less than a boarding school for incorrigible women. She doesn't deserve any better than that. If I were you—"
"Good thing you aren't. Good day, Mrs. Franklin. Let me get the door for you. Celeste, stay here, please."
I nodded with a sense of satisfaction of having ridded myself of a problem in record time. After tossing the useless papers and wiping off the desk, I waited patiently for Jace's return, smirking to myself with pleasure of my success. I looked up with a smile when he came in.
Unfortunately, he was not returning it. Pulling up one of the big leather chairs, he sat down in front of me with a stern look on his face. "Well, Young Lady? Would you care to tell me exactly what occurred today?"
"I told you. She has anger issues. You heard her."
"And you didn't do anything to provoke it?"
"Of course not." I blinked my grey-blue eyes back at him, looking innocent. "Why would I do that?"
Jace drummed his fingers in annoyance, not once breaking eye contact with me. "Do you remember the house rules I gave you two weeks ago?"
"I haven't broken curfew or…"
"Regarding respect and back talk."
"Jace, I swear I did not talk back to her in any way. That would have required her interacting with me, which she did not do. All I did was ask some innocent questions to which she took offense."
He simply stared at me with a dangerous glint deep in his eyes. He obviously wasn't buying my excuse, so I attempted a different approach. "What did she tell you I said?"
Jace repeated the hemorrhoid comments and added the reply I had given regarding spilling the water. He finished with, "Care to comment?"
"She's out of her mind. Why would I say something like that?"
"Perhaps as an addition to the one I whispered to you?"
I felt the color drain out of my face. Jace shook his head. "Disrespecting an adult, lying to me… Anything else?"
I shook my head, looking away from his beautiful blue eyes which held nothing but disappointment. A knot formed in my stomach as an odd, and very new, sensation came over me. Guilt?
Jace was quiet for a moment. "Celeste, I need you to go up to your room and wait for me while I decide what I need to do with you."
Soundlessly, I departed from his presence. My self-fulfilling prophecy was coming to pass and I loathed myself for having allowed any semblance of hope to complicate my life. I pulled out my backpack and began shoving the old clothes I had hidden in the back of the closet for this predictable occasion.
Several minutes later, Jace tapped on my door. "What are you doing?" he asked with a frown.
"May I ask why? Are you going somewhere?"
I looked up at him. "Back to the unit. I knew this wouldn't last," I said, trying to sound brave.
Jace's frown deepened as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here, baby. I want to talk to you." His command was soft as he reached his large hand for mine.
Reluctantly, I accepted it, allowing him to pull me to sit next to him. I clutched my hands together tightly in my lap and stiffened as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and drew me snugly again his strong chest.
"I knew there would be an adjustment period for us, but just because we have some obstacles does not mean we aren't a family." He kissed the side of my head. "It's going to take you some time to really believe it. I'm never going to send you away. I promise. Try to believe me, okay?"
He continued, seeing my slight nod. "I need to show you that I truly care and honestly want the best for you. I am not going to ever make you feel like you are ignored, disposable or unwanted. I am going to have to punish you, though. Your behavior was unacceptable."
"You aren't going to take away the puppies, are you?" I panicked.
Jace shook his head with a slight chuckle. "Heck no; those little mutts are here to stay, too." He paused. "No, I'm afraid I am going to have spank you."
"What?!" I stared at him in horror. "Are you nuts? I'm 18 and way too old to be treated like a baby. You can't do that. It's child abuse! You promised never to hit me!"
He stayed calm. "Make up your mind; are you 18 or a child? And I promised to never bruise your face. I said nothing about your bottom."
I was mortified! I had to talk my way out of this. "Listen, let's be reasonable; it's my first offense and…"
"Are you planning on becoming an attorney? Because if you don't finish school, you don't have a shot. Now get across my lap and let's get this done with."
I did not budge. There was absolutely no way I was going to humiliate myself by following his direction. Jace sighed loudly before reaching for my earlobe and effortlessly guided me across his lap. I fought to escape his tight grip before employing another means of escape. I sunk my teeth into his thigh.
"Ow!" he yelled "Damn it, Celeste! I was going to spare you this time, but now you've done it." Without hesitation, he yanked down my sweat pants and panties and pushed them down to my knees.
My mortification grew in leaps and bounds, knowing he could see every nook and cranny of my personal space. "No! Please, I'm sorry! I swear, Jace, I'm so sorry!"
The only response was the swoosh of his hand followed by the echoing crack of flesh meeting flesh. I howled as the searing pain traveled across the breadth of my bottom. His hand started to rain down hard, exacting spanks upon my bare flesh from one side to the other, up and down, covering every inch of my posterior. Each stroke burned and stung as the intensity rose, the heat building upon itself as he deliberately landed several swats to the exact same area before moving on.
I fought back tears as I wildly kicked and flailed. He pinned my legs down under his right knee, holding me flat by leaning his elbow across my upper back. His rhythm was slow, methodical, and swiftly turned my poor bottom and upper thighs cherry red.
Despair set in when I became cognizant of how helpless I was in this position. Unable to protect myself… Unable to escape his iron-grip… unable to run for the first time in my life… I was stuck here with Jace as an unwilling recipient of an admittedly well-deserved spanking on my bare bottom for being a brat. Reality dawned on me. Everyone else sent me away as though I was disposable, but Jace—still spanking my deep red backside—kept me here. He wouldn't let me go no matter how much it hurt either of us.
A wail escaped my lips and the years of pain, anger, and fear rose to the surface and were released with my tears. Jace lightened the blows, but did not stop the spanking, allowing me a full degree of catharsis. When I ceased my struggles and accepted my discipline, he considered the spanking to be over. Held security across his lap as his hand rubbed my back, a new flood of tears were released.
Finally, several minutes later, I slid to the floor and cried into my hands.
Jace joined me on the carpet and held me tightly against his broad chest. I could hear his heart pounding. "Shhh, baby, it's all over. It's a new beginning, little one. I promise that I will do whatever it takes to prove to you that you have a home, and a family, to come to. You will never be alone or abandoned again."
"I'm so sorry." I cried into my guardian's shoulder, "I really thought you would send me away."
"Never, although," he tweaked my nose, "You might want to send ME away after a while."
"Then who will cook dinner?" I asked, finally allowing myself to relax in his arms and experience the feeling of being safe, loved, and protected. "Jace?"
"I really, really am sorry." The apology came with my repentant sniffles.
"I know. And we will find you a different tutor."
"Okay. I don't like women, just so you know."
"Oh really?" Jace sounded amused. "Well, you need to know I'm not into dating men."
I never considered the possibility he had a girlfriend and my heart sank.
He smiled, seeing my expression. "Good thing I'm single. I have the perfect opportunity to focus on my one girl and show her how much I care for her."
"Thanks," I whispered, truly meaning it in every sense of the word. For taking me in and giving me a chance… for accepting and loving me… for teaching me the power of hope. I was finally home.