Olivia's Guardian (2 page)

Katsumi sighed. “Mrs. Hargee, I’ll be honest with you, based on your reputation, no one wants you.”

Caleb did a slight double take and almost stopped, but his training (both CIA and regen guardian) kicked in, and he kept right on spanking away. He hated to admit it, but it felt so very,
very
good. The feel of her firm round bottom, the sting and warmth building from each smack, and yes, the squeals and protests as she struggled.

He had the distinct impression that this was going to be a very interesting assignment.

Chapter Two

Olivia kicked and thrashed about, but it was all for naught, and she knew it. That was the thing about the regen process. Yes, it gave you your youth back (she was now physically twenty), but there was a cost. The body was initially weak and the person unable to function in society for some time. That was why the Regen Guardianship Law had been implemented centuries ago. Stern moralists had amended the law a while back to add the whole ‘subject to corporal punishment to ensure they’re kept safe and don’t engage in dangerous behavior’ crap.

“Ouch, ow! Reputation? Ow! Damn it, shit crap hell, what reputation?” she growled.

“Um, the one you’re so eloquently illustrating right now,” Katsumi said. “Olivia, this is your fourth regen, and in all these years you have done nothing to improve your behavior. You seem to go out of your way to irritate and provoke your guardians. Well, the ladies in this town have had enough. None of them will help you. Caleb, you’re doing a fine job, but don’t forget the… final step.”

Olivia gasped.

He nodded as he paused and grabbed the top of her shorts. “Yes, ma’am.”

A quick tug and she was bare!

“Noooo,” she screeched.

Slap!
His hand landed again. She shivered. No man had touched her there except her husband in over a century, which made her feel conflicted. On the one hand, she had
so
missed the touch of a man, but he’d cheated on her, left her, and she’d been so lonely and empty for so many decades that she’d built a wall around her heart. Lying there, feeling the warmth of that incredible hand, each spank seemed to put a crack in that barrier. Over and over he struck, her bottom growing hotter and the sting stronger. Her breathing sped up, her yelps grew louder, and finally a few tears trickled down her cheeks.

“All right, all right, I’m sorry, and I’ll behave,” she wailed.

“Is that acceptable, Caleb?” Katsumi said.

“Not quite. Olivia, you will get ten firm ones, and you will count each one.”

She groaned.
Man, this guy’s good. He might be new to the area, but he’s been well trained.

Swat!

“Ouch! One, s-s-sir.”

It continued from there, and only after all ten was she released and allowed to stand next to him, but
not
fix her clothes. She knew the rules, she knew what was required. Under the law, until she was judged to be completely physically mature, he was her uncle.

“Thank you, Uncle Caleb, for helping me to transition from a regen to a full adult,” she said, practically choking on the words.

“Very good, Olivia. Katsumi, is there anything else, or can we go?”

There was one item: the official contract. Olivia, rubbing with her free hand, signed and then Caleb, and then they were allowed to leave.

Outside was her hovercar, fitted with a new booster seat, and he helped her into it. She winced and stifled a squeal as he locked her into it, and then he got in and fumbled with the controls.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Damn, Caleb, when did you last drive? Just order it to take us home.”

He did so, the car took off, and they zipped along the serpentine road that paralleled the river. The town looked so nice and quaint, which brought the hint of a smile to her face. How long had she lived there? Long enough to see the maples grow from seeds to mighty trees nearing the end of their lives. She knew from her history lessons that humans were once like that, were still like that on other worlds, and that was why the secret of the regen was so closely guarded. She’d also lived there long enough to know heartache, which was why she always insisted on a female guardian. She had developed a strong loathing for men since her husband’s betrayal. In all the long empty decades since he left her, she’d done her best not to fall in love with anyone.

She just couldn’t stand the thought of having her heart shattered again.

“Look, Caleb, let’s establish some ground rules right from the get-go, okay? I know the law requires you to look after me for the next two to three years while my body regrows, and it’s a tradition that I call you ‘uncle,’ but I really don’t need any help. Now, my house is big. We can live there together in our own separate sections and practically never see each other for weeks on end. So, how about it? You do your thing, I do mine, and we just leave each other alone.”

Caleb chewed his lip and flexed his fingers. It was tough for her to get a read on him, but he seemed concerned or maybe confused.

“Olivia, I’m willing to give you some space, but I think we need to maintain a certain level of interaction. If I just leave you entirely on your own and something happens to you, I’ll be the one to catch the blame. I’m not going to let that happen.”

She flared her nostrils. “Ohhh, all right, but you keep your hands to yourself! Touch me again and…”

He turned to her, his eyebrow going up. “Yes?”

“I’ll… think of something,” she grumbled.

“Olivia, remember you have only yourself to blame for any discipline you get from me. The law is quite clear on that matter. Now, I’m willing to cut you some slack there, when we’re in private, but public appearances must maintain a certain decorum, understand?”

“Yes, all right,” she spat.

They continued on in silence. Olivia sat there squirming, the sting in her bottom fading, as it always did, but this time there was something else.

An itch.

Olivia was confused. In her previous regens, a spanking was always fun, which was what she’d come to expect, but this one was stoking a fire between her legs the like of which she’d not felt in at least forty years! She was frankly glad when they arrived at her lakeside home. It was such a nice place, a ranch-style house with a broad front lawn, flowers in the backyard, and a little dock going out into the lake. Her boat was still tied up there and she longed to get out on the water. That was the place she felt most at ease, with the wind in her hair, the sun on her back, and her little sloop slicing through the blue water.

It was where she could be alone.

She bounded out of the car and promptly fell flat on her face. Caleb rushed around to help her up.

“I can stand!” she snapped.

“I know, I’m just trying to… help.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I get the point, and… thank you,” she mumbled. “Come on, I’ll show you your room.”

They headed inside, the wide and spacious living room looking especially big to her. She was used to that, it happened after every regen, what with her going from six-six to about four-six, and she accepted the fact that it would be quite a few years before she grew back to her old height. Turning left, she led him to the guest bedroom.

“Wow, nice place,” he said, setting his bag on the bed. “Thank you, Olivia, this is a fine room. Now, the law requires I check your room for safety, the kitchen, and the general grounds for physical dangers.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, I remember the drill. Goodness, you truly are a ‘by the book’ type, aren’t you? Come on, I’ll show you.”

They went back down the red tiled hallway to the living room and continued on to her wing of the house. Her regen room was a bit dusty (she hadn’t cleaned it too well before going to the center). Standing in the doorway, she heaved another sigh. She did so hate having to use the room.

Caleb stepped up next to her, towering over her. “What’s this, a child’s room? Do you have grandchildren that come to visit?”

She groaned. “No, this will be… my room.”

“Ohhh, of course. I’m sorry, what was I thinking? It’s cute—I mean, nice, and it fits you.”

“You mean all the furniture is the right size for me!”

He shrugged. “Um, yeah. So, you live here all alone? Have you never had any children?”

“Children? Are you out of your fucking mind? Damn, no one has children, not in Neo Providence.”

“Oh, I see. So, a room all set up ahead of time. I guess you’re an old hand at regens. What’s it like?”

Olivia did a double take, looking up at him in awe. “‘What’s it like?’ Wait a second, have you never done one?”

“Me? Well, no, I haven’t,” he mumbled.

She let out a long slow whistle. “Wow, a newbie. Wait, so you’re a first-timer! You’re really as old as you… are? That means you’re… what, about thirty?”

“Thirty-two, yes,” he said with a nod. “I take it you’re much older than me.”

“By almost three centuries. That explains your accent; you’re from Neo London, right?”

“Um, yes, you guessed it. So, how about the kitchen?”

She turned and crooked her finger at him to follow. “This way. Hmmm, that explains it. I’d heard that people in some of the outer villages were starting to have children again. You have any siblings, neighbor kids you grew up with?”

“I had some friends,” he said slowly.

“Man, I can’t wrap my head around that, a community with children. Why, it’s been… probably a century since I
saw
a child. Anyway, here it is, and yes, I promise not to use anything without supervision.”

“Very nice. Now, why don’t you set the table while I walk the grounds real quick, and then I’ll make you a light meal? As I understand it, you need to eat a lot in the coming weeks to sustain your growth.”

She nodded. “True, otherwise my body will stop growing and I’ll be stuck at this size.”

He headed out the back door and she set to work. Another sigh escaped her lips. She grew fatigued after only a few minutes and everything was too high for her to reach without her step stool. He was back before she’d finished and he made her soup and several regen biscuits. She hated regen biscuits! However, she knew how important it was that she eat them.

Choking down the last bite of the last one, she grimaced. “Damn, you’d think after all this time they could improve the taste of these suckers.”

“Perhaps you should try to do it in your new life,” he said with a smile.

Olivia grumbled under her breath. She wasn’t sure if he was serious. Despite having lived long, she’d never really done anything with her life, and being reminded of that fact upset her. She decided to let it go, this time. After all, they had a long time together, and she had mixed feelings about sharing her life with a man again.

There was still that itch, and she decided to relax in her room and scratch it. Once there, she closed and locked the door, got undressed, and stretched out on the small bed. At least here she felt normal.

The lingering sting to her cheeks was electrifying. She’d never known such a sensation, not in all her previous lives. Her husband had rejected her fetish as unnatural, and that had been part of the reason he’d left. The other had been the fact that, after his last regen, he’d met a willowy bimbo with an overdeveloped chest. Beyond that, she’d been too timid to ever go to any sort of professional help.

She lay there, her right hand squeezing and kneading her red cheeks, and her left slid between her moist thighs. Her young body felt strange as it always did after a regen. Soft and supple, her muscles weak, and her nerves fresh and new, and alive! She moaned, her fingers easily slipping inside herself as she pinched her right cheek hard. Her teeth bit down hard on her lip. The pain was delicious; it sent a surge of sexual fire straight to her pussy. There it enflamed the nerve endings that her fingers were stimulating, and she gasped. Her thighs twitched, her back arched, and her nipples grew hard. Writhing about, she felt sweat trickle across her naked flesh, her jaw dropped, and she came hard.

Biting down on her pillow, she choked out a scream of delight, and she was able to keep herself in a state of bliss for several minutes. It was wonderful; she’d not known a true sexual climax in about forty years. That was partially due to the fact that she’d waited until she was in her eighties before going in for a regen. She then rolled around on the bed a few times, hugged herself, and settled down. Heaving a happy sigh, she smiled and closed her eyes. Inside of ten minutes, she fell into a deep and refreshing slumber.

* * *

Olivia sat up in bed with a gasp. Pain rippled through her body in stark contrast to her earlier pleasure. Her arms wrapped about her abdomen, which was on fire, and she rolled to the side of the bed. She tried to stand up straight, but the pain forced her to double over, and she wailed.

“C-C-Caleb, Uncle Caleb, help meeee,” she cried.

Despite her soft voice, she knew Caleb would hear her. The home was fully wired, as per the regen laws. Heavy footsteps resounded in the hall, and a moment later the door thumped.

“Olivia, what’s wrong? Unlock the door!”

“I… can’t, can’t… reach,” she gasped.

“Stand clear, I’m coming in,” he shouted.

Bam crash!
The door was torn from its hinges and Caleb erupted into the room. Olivia tingled and (for a moment) forgot her pain. He was so dashing and forceful, just like some sort of swashbuckling hero in an old movie. She squealed as she suddenly realized she was stark naked.

“Oh, don’t look at me!”

He dashed to her side. “What’s wrong, are you sick? Can you stand?”

“Pain… stomach. Get me… clothes.”

“Olivia, now is not the time to be concerned about appearances. We’ve got to get you back to the center,” he said, looking around, and snatching the sheet from the bed. “Here, I’ll wrap you in this.”

The soft cloth slipped around her, Caleb hoisted her up in his arms, and a moment later they were in the hover and racing along the road. He’d switched the car to manual and was actually driving. Olivia’s eyes grew large and she let out a near continuous series of squeaks.