Olivia's Guardian (7 page)

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.

What could be better in life?

“So, are you learning, little girl, are you going to be good for Daddy?”

“Yes, sir, yes, but… um…”

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

She grinned and looked over her shoulder. “I think you missed a spot. Right cheek, down close to my thigh.”

“Oh, well, I’ll take care of that!”

He did, but even more than she expected. She had earned herself an extra dozen swats as she’d broken Rule #4 on her list: Little girls do not try to boss their daddies around. Only when she was bawling like a baby did he stop and release her. She stood next to the chair, her head on his chest, hands cupping her toasty cheeks, and his arm around her.

“That’s my girl. Now, you get dressed and come to breakfast, and don’t be late.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

He rose and left, and she grumbled about not having time to come, but she knew he preferred her to wait until later. As he told her, it would boost her pleasure, and was Rule #13: No coming without permission. So, gently slipping white panties on, she picked out little green shorts and a yellow blouse. Her bust line was nice, but not huge, and so she felt okay going without a bra. Once in the kitchen, Caleb lifted her to her new highchair and strapped her in. She squealed at the hard seat, and he locked the tray before her.

She was trapped.

“All right, time to eat a good breakfast,” he said happily.

He set it before her and started feeding her. Renewed groans of frustration issued forth from her lungs. The pain of sitting, the helplessness, and being fed all combined to heighten her excitement.

She recognized the new food items that she’d had him pick up. They were specialty things, designed to nourish her, which was important, but were low-calorie. Based on what Dr. Archer had told them, when they explained her desire to not grow to her normal size, it would help her to maintain her petite size. As it turned out, Archer was a free spirit, and he didn’t judge them regarding their fetish and desire to age-play.

Only when she’d cleaned her plate was she allowed to get down and go play. The first order of business was a mind-shattering episode of masturbation, for which she had to ask permission to do. In the meantime, Caleb took care of things around the house, and filed his daily report.

He then knocked on her door. “Olivia, come to my bathroom, it’s time for a
special
treatment.”

Lying in bed, naked and sweaty, she sat up. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be right there.”

Stumbling about, she threw her clothes back on and raced out the door. She had no idea what he had lined up for her, which was what they’d agreed on, but it was going to be good. As she neared the door, she saw him mixing something, and it took her breath away.

It was an enema.

He heard her approach and turned, all smiles. “There’s my girl. Okay, come in here and get across my lap.”

“Um, why, Daddy? Why am I getting an enema?”

“Oh, that’s the next part of your surprise today, little one. Now, come on, do as Daddy says.”

Trembling, she slipped her shorts and underwear off, and assumed the position once more across his lap. It went just like the other times, only better. Caleb made a point of drawing it out. He slowly caressed and squeezed her still-sore cheeks. He swirled the cool lubricant around her anus, and then
ever
so slowly eased the long and large nozzle deep inside her. She lay there across his lap for what seemed like an hour before he started the flow. She squeaked and whined as she was filled very full, and then gasped at the accompanying touch.

His right hand slid between her legs to lightly brush her inner thighs. She felt his fingernails rake her skin, gently. Her back arched, she moaned louder, and he tickled her delicate lips. She spread her legs. It wasn’t a conscious decision, her body did it of its own accord. As he entered her, he teased her clit, even as she became fuller and fuller with the enema.

“I-I-I… ohhh, Daddddyyyy, I’m going to-to-to… ohhh!”

“Now, now, little girl, do not come without permission. You must wait; Daddy knows when the moment is right. If you come before he says so, you’ll have to be punished,” he said happily.

“Ohhh, bu-bu-but, Dadddyyyyyy,” she begged.

“No!” he snapped.

She shook, almost throwing herself from his lap. Her thighs flexed, her pussy became drenched in her juices, and her mind was on fire. Grabbing his thigh with both hands, she fought the passion threatening to erupt within her. It seemed to drag on for hours. Suddenly, the nozzle was gone, and his left hand crammed a giant butt plug into her.

“There, you see, all you had to do was wait until you were full,” he said casually. “Okay, you may now come, if you want to.”

She exploded, screaming out a climax bigger than any she’d ever known. The concept of ceding control of her body, of allowing someone else to decide when she experienced an orgasm was so totally alien to her, and it heightened the pleasure more than anything in her life. It was several minutes before she came down, and he fixed her clothes and stood her up by then.

“Ohhh, Daddy, I need to go,” she whined.

“You’ll go when I tell you, just like with coming. Now, go to the kitchen, and we’ll have lunch.”

Her jaw dropped. “Lunch!? You-you mean I have to wait until after we eat to… go?”

He grinned. “At least that long. If you whine and complain, it’ll be longer. Now scoot and set the table while I clean up.”

She groaned, but did as he’d ordered. Her belly seemed to slosh with each step, and he joined her a few minutes later. Lunch was like breakfast, she had to sit and let him feed her, and only when she’d cleaned her plate was she finally allowed to go to the bathroom (after he popped her plug). As she dried her hands and opened the door, he was standing there all smiles.

“Oh, Daddy, you startled me.”

“Merely impatient for your company. So, come with me now, it’s time for Daddy to have his fun.”

She practically raced him to his bedroom. Once naked and in bed, their bodies blended and merged, and the fire was rekindled within her. He kissed her lips, then her breasts, his tongue swirling about her nipples, and goosebumps rippled over her skin. Suddenly, he rolled her over and got behind her, and hoisted her up on her knees. She gasped, feeling his cock slide between her tender and warm cheeks.

“Oh, Daddy, what are you doing?”

“What, have you never done this? Are you an anal virgin? Well, you soon won’t be,” he chuckled.

“Oh!” she squealed.

He entered her, her large cock stretching her delicate flesh. She grunted in a blending of pain and delight. Her eyes grew wide as her head went down on a pillow. His hips banged into her sore ass, she moaned, and his cock thrust deep inside her. He grabbed her about the waist and once more took control of her body. He
forced
her to drive back to meet his cock as it drilled her hard and fast. In went his hard shaft, her anus stretched again, she saw stars, pain sparked within her, and then the pleasure grew stronger.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s so good,” he groaned.

“Ouch, oh! Daddy, I-I-I… ohhh, I can’t, I can’t take-take itttt—ohhh,” she howled.

Caleb gave a throaty, passionate gasp, then promised, “You will. You’ll come from it. And you’ll beg for more.”