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Authors: Breanna Hayse
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"Savannah's doing great, and the surgeons are very pleased with her response. The orthopedic surgeon wanted me to remind you to schedule an appointment for wrist and jaw x-rays in about four weeks following her discharge. She'll be able to travel without any discomfort by then," Caine said.
"I'll do it first thing in the morning. I really appreciate everything you guys have done, especially with letting me borrow May. She's been a tremendous help."
"Now that I'm done with the rotation, you've got me if you need me. Layton is in court all next week, but he'll be home at night. Have you had any problems with your father-in-law since Layton picked up Savannah's phone when he called and read him the Riot Act?"
"Not a peep. He threatened to get the cops involved, but Layton took care of that, too. I wish we could have seen the look on the old man's face when Counselor Cranky Pants took control. I almost lost it when Layton ripped him a new one and then hung up on him." Ian grinned.
"Counselor Cranky Pants? You've been listening to May."
"I have to admit it, but I'm really enjoying this thing that you do. It's very freeing."
"You're only seeing the fun part of it, my friend. She's been on her best behavior and we haven't had to get ugly. She knows that if she acts up in front of you, there will be hell to pay, and she won't like it," Caine said.
"I thought you were kidding about busting her ass."
"Not at all. Remember when she mentioned the flip-flops? She was supposed to get a spanking that night for disobeying me. I let it slide because you were here, but she knew that she was on thin ice."
"I can't imagine you doing that. Layton doesn't surprise me, but you don't seem to be the violent sort."
"I'm not, and neither is what we do. Discipline is taken very seriously in this household, including our responsibility for her health and safety. Every time we are forced to smack her backend, it is with love and self-control. She was the victim of a violent assault and abuse, and we have to be cognizant of her mental health and constantly assess her responses. There is a tremendous amount of responsibility in being a Dom."
"I guess I'm projecting my own experiences into my perception." The man shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "My pa used to beat the shit out of me when I was a kid. There was never any love involved, just anger and shame. I can't imagine it being otherwise."
"Hang around here long enough and you'll see for yourself," Layton said, rejoining them. "She's starting to push her luck again."
"It's been over a week since Ian's been here and she's got to be needing her fix. I don't know why she doesn't just ask for it." Caine sighed.
"Ask for what? Sex?" Ian asked.
"No, a spanking. Don't look so shocked. In a domestic discipline home, that's like needing a massage. It makes her relax and feel safe. Right, Caine?"
"Precisely. Even when she messes up, the intimacy involved in her punishment gives her a sense of belonging. She… what are you doing out of bed, young lady? Where are your slippers?" Caine asked as May appeared before them, dressed in a pink and white Hello Kitty nightgown.
"Upstairs. I'm not tired, Daddy," she mumbled, climbing on his lap and curling up under his chin.
"You're dead on your feet, baby. Go back to bed while I talk with Uncle Ian."
"I don't wanna."
"Maybelle, it's after eleven and you can barely keep your eyes open. Go to bed," Caine said firmly.
"I need cuddles."
"No, what you need is a good paddling. You heard Daddy. Bed," Layton said gruffly, pointing to the doorway.
"I'm not tired!"
"Don't make me repeat myself. You know the consequences, and that I won't hesitate to enforce them."
"You're so mean!" she yelled, stomping out of the room. A slamming door emphasized her anger.
"That's going in your book!" Layton shouted. He grunted as he turned back to the other two men. "I guess ten days is her limit for behaving. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take care of
"Savannah's doing great, and the surgeons are very pleased with her response. The orthopedic surgeon wanted me to remind you to schedule an appointment for wrist and jaw x-rays in about four weeks following her discharge. She'll be able to travel without any discomfort by then," Caine said.
"I'll do it first thing in the morning. I really appreciate everything you guys have done, especially with letting me borrow May. She's been a tremendous help."
"Now that I'm done with the rotation, you've got me if you need me. Layton is in court all next week, but he'll be home at night. Have you had any problems with your father-in-law since Layton picked up Savannah's phone when he called and read him the Riot Act?"
"Not a peep. He threatened to get the cops involved, but Layton took care of that, too. I wish we could have seen the look on the old man's face when Counselor Cranky Pants took control. I almost lost it when Layton ripped him a new one and then hung up on him." Ian grinned.
"Counselor Cranky Pants? You've been listening to May."
"I have to admit it, but I'm really enjoying this thing that you do. It's very freeing."
"You're only seeing the fun part of it, my friend. She's been on her best behavior and we haven't had to get ugly. She knows that if she acts up in front of you, there will be hell to pay, and she won't like it," Caine said.
"I thought you were kidding about busting her ass."
"Not at all. Remember when she mentioned the flip-flops? She was supposed to get a spanking that night for disobeying me. I let it slide because you were here, but she knew that she was on thin ice."
"I can't imagine you doing that. Layton doesn't surprise me, but you don't seem to be the violent sort."
"I'm not, and neither is what we do. Discipline is taken very seriously in this household, including our responsibility for her health and safety. Every time we are forced to smack her backend, it is with love and self-control. She was the victim of a violent assault and abuse, and we have to be cognizant of her mental health and constantly assess her responses. There is a tremendous amount of responsibility in being a Dom."
"I guess I'm projecting my own experiences into my perception." The man shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "My pa used to beat the shit out of me when I was a kid. There was never any love involved, just anger and shame. I can't imagine it being otherwise."
"Hang around here long enough and you'll see for yourself," Layton said, rejoining them. "She's starting to push her luck again."
"It's been over a week since Ian's been here and she's got to be needing her fix. I don't know why she doesn't just ask for it." Caine sighed.
"Ask for what? Sex?" Ian asked.
"No, a spanking. Don't look so shocked. In a domestic discipline home, that's like needing a massage. It makes her relax and feel safe. Right, Caine?"
"Precisely. Even when she messes up, the intimacy involved in her punishment gives her a sense of belonging. She… what are you doing out of bed, young lady? Where are your slippers?" Caine asked as May appeared before them, dressed in a pink and white Hello Kitty nightgown.
"Upstairs. I'm not tired, Daddy," she mumbled, climbing on his lap and curling up under his chin.
"You're dead on your feet, baby. Go back to bed while I talk with Uncle Ian."
"I don't wanna."
"Maybelle, it's after eleven and you can barely keep your eyes open. Go to bed," Caine said firmly.
"I need cuddles."
"No, what you need is a good paddling. You heard Daddy. Bed," Layton said gruffly, pointing to the doorway.
"I'm not tired!"
"Don't make me repeat myself. You know the consequences, and that I won't hesitate to enforce them."
"You're so mean!" she yelled, stomping out of the room. A slamming door emphasized her anger.
"That's going in your book!" Layton shouted. He grunted as he turned back to the other two men. "I guess ten days is her limit for behaving. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take care of
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