Olivia's Guardian

by St. Andrews,Rose

  “What? Grounded? Wait, Caleb, I—”

  “Olivia, room, now!” he snapped.

  She cringed. “Yes, sir.”

  He spun on his heels and marched out. Hanging her head, she plodded from the room, shuffling along with her clothes still at her feet. He was too angry with her to even think of sex. She’d pushed him too far, and now he wasn’t about to show her love and affection. The fire inside her was snuffed out. She had no desire for anything now, and just lay on her bed and cried.

  * * *

  Caleb stretched out on his bed and sighed. Spanking and punishing Olivia sent such surges of bliss through his body. He only wanted to do more of it, and the only thing that excited him more was the thought of making love to her, but he knew that would never work. How could she love him, the man who caused her such pain? His consolation was that she had earned all her punishments. It wasn’t that he was being needlessly cruel.

  There’s also the simple fact that I’m a fake. Once I get enough info on this regen process, I’ll be calling for an extraction, and never see her again. How can I hurt her like that too? Wait a minute. What if I find a way to give her some real pleasure, and then let her down easy by leaving under some plausible reason? Yeah, I’m an agent; I can come up with something. So, what shall we do for fun?

  He thought about it, but nothing came to him. He decided to take a walk; he seemed to do his best thinking while walking, and maybe an idea would present itself. Slipping out of the house, he headed around the lake, and just strolled along.

  “Greetings, neighbor,” came his neighbor Heidi’s voice.

  He turned and saw her, a fine young woman sitting at a small table under a tree. She was quite the looker: tall, willowy, and with double Ds that seemed to defy gravity. On the table was some sort of medical device (it was obvious because it was so high-tech), and thick-shelled arachnoids were crawling across the table.

  “Um, hi, Heidi. What brings you outside?”

  “You and Olivia. I got inspired by all your outdoor fun to rediscover it myself. I must say, I love it!”

  Caleb smiled. “Nice, but be careful, you’ve got spiders all over your equipment.”

  She scooped one up. “What, these? Naw, no danger there. Don’t you recognize them? These are Lobos. They only bite when threatened, and I’m being careful.”

  “Oh, of course, what was I thinking,” he said, trying to cover his ignorance.

  Holy shit, I found the answer!

  Chapter Six

  Back in regen guardian training, Caleb had heard about the Lobos, but had never gotten any details. It was the classic situation, one of those things that everyone knew, and thus no one talked about. From Heidi, who was a genetic engineer, he was able to fill in the blanks of his knowledge by asking a few well-worded questions. Back when the colony had been established and was growing, a woman had been bitten by a Lobo spider. She didn’t die. Instead, she went into a coma, her skin changed to form a pupa around her, and a month later she emerged fully regenerated in the body of a twenty-year-old. A little study, a little research, and the people figured it out. Thus the regen process was born.

  Caleb had his answers.

  The sky rumbled. They looked up. Dark clouds were swirling about.

  “Sorry, neighbor, got to go,” Heidi said.

  He nodded. “Me too!”

  She gathered her gear and rushed inside. Caleb took off, jogging around the shoreline back toward the house as a light shower started to fall. Yet, as he ran, his mind began to fill with thoughts of his mission and his life here, and of Olivia. At this point, his mission was over. He’d learned what he was supposed to: Why Avalon had virtually cut itself off from the rest of humanity, and confirmed that they did indeed have a method for extending life.

  The question facing me is this: What do I do now? I could just use my comm-unit to call for an extraction, get my stuff, meet the ship, and then we make a run for it before the planetary defenses can give chase.

  Yes, that was true, he could do that. Caleb’s problem was that he didn’t want to. As he slowed down even more, his eyes played across the lake, the shoreline, and the cute little homes arranged around him. This place had its issues, not least of which was the people having no zest for life, but it gave him hope that the attitude could be changed. After all, not only had he seen a change in Olivia, but he’d see one in her neighbors and he’d only been around them a few weeks. How would things change in months, years? He smiled. He rather liked the idea of being a part of that. Then there was another issue, and it was a very important one.

  Love.

  Caleb loved Olivia. She was cute and sassy, and he loved taking care of her. Of course, he truly loved spanking her, and that caused him guilt, but maybe he could introduce her to the concept of sensual spanking, and they could stay together.

  Maybe.

  There was also the question of her feelings for him. Did she reciprocate his love? What if she didn’t? In two years she could petition to be released from his guardianship, and send him packing. Then what?

  Hmm, well, I could always contact home at that point, and then leave. The final question for me would be what I tell the CIA. If I reveal that the regen process is real, the other planets will beat a path to Avalon and demand that they share it, by force if need be. That could lead to war! I’ll need to think about that.

  The rain fell harder, coming down in buckets, and he was soon drenched. As he raced up to the back door, he found Olivia there waiting for him.

  * * *

  “Caleb, what in the world are you doing? Get in here.”

  “Oh, come on, Olivia, it’s just some good, clean old-fashioned fun,” he said with a smile. “Have you never run around in the rain?”

  “Huh? No, why would I want to do that?”

  He sighed. “Oh, you just don’t get it, do you? When you’re outside, in nature, experiencing the raw power of the elements, well… let me put it this way: Some people just get wet, others truly feel the rain. Come on, come and try it.”

  “Ohhh, I don’t know,” she said slowly.

  “Sweetie, let me make it up to you for having to be so rough on you earlier.”

  She smiled. “Yes, if it’ll help you to feel better, I’ll do it!”

  Taking his hand, she let him pull her out into the downpour. She squealed as the droplets cascaded across her body and drenched her clothes. Then they were off, racing across the wet grass, and it wasn’t long before she was soaked to the skin. Her hair was wet and matted to her scalp, her clothes clingy, and small rivulets trickled across her face. As they ran, her breathing sped up, she became lightheaded, and the true fiery energy of life swelled within her. Never had she felt so alive, except for her recent sexual climaxes, and (in a very real way) this was far better.

  “So, what do you think?” he finally said.

  “It’s… amazing,” she gasped.

  He grinned. “Well, get ready for something more.”

  “What are you—? Whoa,” she squealed as he grabbed her under her arms and hoisted her into the air.

  He started to spin her. Around and around they went, him holding her close enough that they could gaze into each other’s eyes. The rain softly fell between them, his wet hair spun, droplets flying off, and his face glistened. She floated through the air, the world becoming a blur around them, and thus all she saw was him. They were lost in a moment that seemed to last forever, yet not long enough. Suddenly, she was up in the air. He’d tossed her. She squealed and came down into his arms, and then he hoisted her up and onto his shoulders.

  “Come on, it’s getting late, and we are very, very wet. Let’s head in,” he said, trotting off toward the house.

  “Ohhh, okay. Goodness, it seems like only a few minutes. I guess we must have really been having fun.”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

  Approaching the house, he eased her down to the ground, and they entered through the front door. Caleb had her wait in the atrium
while he got them towels. Kneeling down in front of her, he dried her hair while she worked on her body.

  “Thank you, Caleb, this was the most fun I’ve had in… well, a while.”

  “That makes me very happy, Olivia. I feel so bad about being severe with you.”

  She dropped her towel. “No, don’t you say that! I deserved everything you gave me, and more. Don’t feel guilty. The pleasure, the delights you’ve given me more than compensate for any pain. Caleb, I… I… when my husband left me, he hurt me deeply. You’ve done what I thought no one could ever do. You’ve made me feel loved and feel love again.”

  Now it was his turn to drop a towel. “Wow, Olivia, I had no idea you felt that way.”

  “Well, I… I do. So, now that I’ve exposed my heart and soul to you, what is your response?”

  His response was to take her in his arms and kiss her softly upon the lips. Her arms slipped about him, reaching as far across his back as she could, and then his did the same, completely engulfing her small frame. Their clothes began to fall away as if melting and soon they were naked.

  Olivia wrapped her short legs about his waist. He stood, taking her small frame with him as they continued to kiss long and deep, tasting each other’s essence. Through the house they went and finally came to the master suite, which had been unused since her regen. The bed was huge, the mattress firm yet yielding, and they rolled about on it. Olivia squeaked and squealed as her tender tush made contact, and she worried that Caleb would recoil in concern for her well-being. She grabbed his hands and pushed them down to her sore cheeks. He seemed to take the hint.

  When his hands dug into her tender flesh, she kissed him harder, saw stars, squealed into his mouth, and clamped her legs about him as hard as she could. He flopped on his back. She mounted him and thrust down on his rigid shaft. Fireworks exploded in her mind. It had been so very long since she’d last enjoyed the intimate contact of a man. He squeezed her cheeks. She gasped, her head snapped back, and she moaned in total bliss.

  “Ohhh, Godddddd, yesssss,” she wailed.

  “Ohhh, Olivia, so good, soooo good,” he groaned.

  His body rose and fell under her, and she rode him like a bucking bronco. Her breasts became firm, her nipples rock hard, and she grabbed them as her back arched and she bounced faster and harder atop him. His cock thrust deep inside her, filling her, raking across her clit and stabbing at her g-spot. Then there were his hands, kneading and pinching her throbbing cheeks. Every touch, every tease of her flesh sent the fire within her higher, hotter, and bigger. It was too much for her to contain.

  “Caleb, too much, it’s too much, I can’t, I can’t—ohhh!” She screamed out her climax.

  Her thighs and abdominal muscles went into a series of spasms, and one orgasm built on another until she lost her mind entirely. She drifted off into a subspace of delight. Then Caleb came, shooting his seed inside her, and a deep guttural wail of total bliss erupted from her body. The heat in her ass and the fire in her pussy blended with the warmth of his cum to enflame her mind and body, and she was gone. Fireworks exploded in her mind, she wailed and came hard, her pussy rippling with total bliss.

  The ring of a bell roused Olivia out of her fog and she sat up. They were still in bed, she lying across Caleb as he lay sprawled across it, snoring. The bell sounded again. He didn’t so much as stir. She giggled as she remembered this feature about men and sex. Slipping to the floor (as the bed was rather high), she grabbed one of her old robes out of the closet. It was huge on her, but at least it was something. She then ambled to the door and opened it.

  “Hey, Olivia, you okay?” Gwen asked.

  She and Roger were standing there, and both looked concerned.

  “Um, yeah, sure, why do you ask?”

  “Well, we heard cries and… wails, and got worried that you were in trouble,” she said.

  “Is Caleb being too severe with you?” Roger asked.

  “Severe?” she replied.

  “We remember what regen is like,” Gwen explained. “We’ve both done it twice, and sometimes Roger seemed to go a bit… overboard in the discipline.”

  “Hey, you deserved everything you got, missy,” he snapped.

  Gwen rolled her eyes. “What-ever! The point is: Is Caleb going too far? Did he hurt you?”

  Olivia grinned. “Oh, he went just far enough. I’m fine, we’re fine, everything is just perfect.”

  Now it was Gwen’s turn to grin and wink at her. “I see. Okay then, we’ll leave you in peace.”

  “Wait, what’s going on?” Roger said.

  “Honey, come on home, and I’ll explain it to you,” Gwen said, taking him by the hand. She looked over her shoulder at Olivia. “Men, got to explain everything, am I right?”

  Olivia giggled and nodded, then closed the door and headed back to the bedroom. She smiled to see Caleb awake and sitting up, yet he seemed troubled, which made her worried. Moving to the bed, she eased herself up on it and reclined next to him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He hung his head. “Olivia, I feel like I need to be honest with you about something, something to do with our previous interactions.”

  Her eyebrows went up; she bit her lip and looked away. “Oh, really? Well, don’t feel bad about that, I do too.”

  They turned and looked at each other, then spoke at the same time.

  “I like to spank.”

  “I like to be spanked.”

  “What?” they added, almost shouting in shock.

  For a moment, they talked over each other, but finally settled down, and (since Caleb was a gentleman) she went first. She explained about her fetish, how her husband rejected it, and how over the years her only release had been from the unwilling and unknowing assistance of her female regen guardians. Then it was his turn to speak of the sexual delight he felt when spanking and punishing her, and the guilt.

  “You mean to say, every time I spanked or paddled you, you went to your room and got off on it?”

  She cringed. “Yes, sir, sorry,” she squeaked.

  He ground his teeth. “Oh, you—you, I ought to…”

  “What?” she said with a smile.

  “Wait, so even the special punishments had no effect on you?”

  “Oh, no, they did, they hurt, they hurt bad, but… well… later on I… they…” she said, squirming and staring at the floor.

  It took a little longer, but Olivia explained about how the paddle and belt made her feel, her reaction to the enema, and even the outdoor spanking that she was sure the neighbors saw at least a little of.

  Caleb grinned and chuckled. “Oh, it’s okay. Who am I to scold you for lying to me when I’ve done worse to you?”

  She climbed onto the bed and drew near him, taking his large right hand in both of hers. “No, don’t talk like that; I should have been honest with you sooner. Let’s just put the past behind us and move on. We’re together, here and now, and one thing I’ve learned from you is to value the now.”

  He smiled and kissed her hand. “You’re right, live in the now. Forget yesterday, and don’t worry about tomorrow. So, what do you think we should do now?”

  “Oh, I have a few ideas,” she said with a wicked grin.

  “Goodness, you’re making me shiver. What’s on that twisted little mind of yours?”

  She giggled. “Well, to start, I’d like to… to call you… Daddy, if that’s okay.”

  “Oh, not uncle? Sure, I’m okay with that. In fact, no, I love that! It’s sweet and endearing, and makes me feel very special. Now, it seems to me, a little girl with a daddy needs rules to live by. So, here’s what we’re going to do: you’re going to get pen and paper, and sit and write down some rules to live by, rules that I will now dictate. And, young lady, these rules are non-negotiable. You will follow them or else!”

  Olivia went up on her tiptoes, the air shot from her lungs, and she clenched her butt muscles. Oh, my God, he is so commanding! “Yes, Daddy.”

  Chapter
Seven

  The next morning, nice and early, Caleb entered Olivia’s room and threw open the curtains. She yawned and stretched and sat up in bed.

  “Morning, Daddy,” she said brightly.

  He smiled and pulled out the big chair and sat. “Morning, sunshine, sleep well?”

  She tingled and clenched her butt muscles. “Yes, sir. Um, what’s up with the chair?”

  “Now, Olivia, you know your new rules. Come on, come here,” he said, pointing at the floor before him.

  “Ohhh, yes, sir,” she groaned, climbing out of bed to stand before him.

  “Good girl. Now, what do you do?”

  She slipped off her little nightie and set it on the bed, and stood naked in front of him. “Daddy, I have trouble following rules. Can I please go across your lap for a very, very hard spanking to help me always be a good little girl?”

  “Yes, you may.”

  Stepping over to his right side, she hoisted herself into position, and lay there gazing down at the floor. His large arm descended across her back, his hand held her at the waist, and his firm yet supple right hand patted and caressed her bare cheeks. Smack! He struck, and after that set up a steady rain of firm spanks. She could see the clock on the wall, and his arm was like a perfect pendulum. At each tick of the clock, she got a smack, and the heat and sting just kept building.

  “Ouch ow! Yes, Daddy, yes, spank me, Daddy, spank me hard, teach me, teach me a lesson so I’ll always be gooooodd—ouch!”

  “Oh, don’t worry, little Olivia, Daddy will, because there’s only one thing Daddy loves more than his little girl,” he said, not letting up for a second.

  “Ow! Oh, what’s that, Daddy?”

  “Why, spanking you, of course,” he said, and laughed long and hard.

  Olivia shivered and shuddered, her body alive with fire and energy, and her moans became mixed with her cries. Her entire bottom went up in flames and that blaze consumed her pussy. She wailed, sobbed, and felt more alive than she’d ever known. She had a man who loved her and loved what she loved.