Olivia's Guardian (8 page)

Over and over their bodies united, her passion grew, the flames consumed her, and her hands helped once more. Her left squeezed and grabbed her breasts, her right thrust into her clit, and again she found her mind bending to his will.

“I-I, Da-Da… Daddddyyyyy, yes, do it, fuck me up the ass, more, give me morrrrre!” she screamed.

He did so. He exploded inside her, his cum warming the inside of her ass.

Olivia lost it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she gasped, her body spasming, and she came harder than she’d ever come before. When she finally came down, their positions had changed. Once more he was asleep on his back and snoring, and she lay with her cheek resting on his large chest. His curly white hair tickled her nose and she loved the feel of his chest gently rising and falling with each breath, and the solid thump-thump of his heartbeat.

Her ass positively pulsated with fiery pain and pleasure, and she sighed happily. She had a man in her life who made her happy, and she prayed it all wasn’t a dream.

Ding-dong.

It was the front door again. She sighed and slipped on her clothes, wincing as she bent down to pull up her shorts. Her ass was
very
sore, inside and out! Then she made her way to the door and was surprised to find all of her close neighbors there, not just Gwen and Roger.

“Um, afternoon, everyone. Something I can do for you?”

“Olivia, what is with all the noise?” Amy said. “Even this old fart heard it, and he’s half deaf.”

Olivia smirked as Amy pointed at Brad with her thumb.

He grumbled and crossed his arms. “Old woman, you can’t keep using that lame line. I, unlike you, am young again!”

“It was nothing bad, people. Um, Gwen, you didn’t… explain?”

Roger nodded. “Oh, she made it clear to me about last time, but this was much louder.”

“Yeah, even I was concerned,” Gwen added.

Olivia turned bright crimson. “Folks, really, it was nothing, just… ah, um… sex.”

Stunned silence followed and the six looked from one to the other with their jaws hanging open.

Amy bent forward on her cane, a sour expression on her face. “Are you saying he’s that good? What, has he got some sort of secret book or something?”

“No, it’s just that… well; it’s been a long time for me. Well, and he is… good.”

They pestered her with still more questions. It seemed now that they’d been snapped out of decades of lethargy; they were hungry for activities, all kinds of activities. It was risky, but she made the decision to tell them about their shared fetish. Well, the spanking and age-play parts, but that was all. They were completely and totally fascinated and begged for details.

“People, people, keep in mind, you came over here because of how loud I was during… ah, you-know-what. Can you please give me time to recover? I promise, we’ll get together some time in the future and talk, and I’ll answer all your questions.”

Heidi stepped forward and turned to face the others. “I think that makes sense. Let’s be… logical and reasonable. After all, we’ve lived here for decades and been… the walking dead for most of that time. If we wait a few days to learn about something that will put more fire in our lives, where’s the harm?”

The others agreed, nodding their heads as they left, and all the ladies winked at Olivia as they walked off. She closed the door and heaved a sigh.

Damn, what have I gotten myself into? Talk about a twist to my life. Olivia Hargee: Sex Therapist!

Olivia went back to check on Caleb. He was still out and thus she had some free time. In the past, she would have plunked herself down in front of the TV, and watched yet another rerun. But due to her renewed zest for life, she had no interest in such things. An idea popped into her head: What if she created her own show? As if struck by lightning, she was instantly inspired. Racing to her room, she got pen and paper, and stood there at her little desk as she wrote. Sitting was out of the question.

She couldn’t help but smile as she remembered that long ago she’d been a writer, but that life had faded as endless existence had stretched before her. Even work became unnecessary. When anyone, even a struggling teacher/write like her could make a tiny investment, and then live off the dividends after only forty or fifty years, there was no need to work. She still had no need, but now she had something better: a desire! She wrote and wrote, and wrote some more. So laser-like was she in her focus that she didn’t hear Caleb walk up to the doorway.

She jumped when he rapped on it to get her attention.

“Goodness, girl, are you trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe? I’ve never seen such an intense look on your face.”

“Sorry, just… concentrating.”

He cocked his head at her. “Oh, really? Care to share, or is it something personal?”

She smiled broadly. “No, no, I want you to know all about it!”

“Well, okay then. How about we talk about it while we exercise?”

She readily agreed. Not merely because she relished his touch and being outside, but because she knew he had something special planned. So, slipping on her blue shorts and white tee, she practically raced him outside to the mat. The session went as always, a good solid workout for her new muscles. She worked up quite a sweat, her heart pounding not just from the exertion, but the touch of his hands to her skin.

She also told him about her idea. The show was called
My Little Lucy
. She had considered using her name, but thought that a bit too egotistical. For some reason, the name Lucy just popped into her head. She was a regen living with her husband, and in each episode she got into some sort of mischief that resulted in a good sound spanking.

“It sounds like fun, sweetie, but is it appropriate? I mean, I know there aren’t many children around, but there are
some
. Is the subject matter acceptable?”

“No problem, it can air on one of the adult channels that you need a retina scan to access. Don’t they have those in Neo London?”

“Oh, yeah, now that I think of it, they do. I just wasn’t ever into those shows.”

She nodded. “I understand, neither was I. There were no spanking-themed ones.”

“So, what are you going to do with your treatment?”

“I have a friend, haven’t seen her in decades, but we had—
have
similar… ah, tastes. She was lucky, she found a man who shared hers. She works at a local TV station; I’ll go see her and pitch it to her.”

“Someone who actually works? I thought it was only the young ones like me who had to do that.”

Olivia giggled. “Well, with some, they ‘work’ at what they enjoy, and she loves working in entertainment.”

He nodded, and they continued working out, then made plans to contact her friend. Finally they were both hot and sweaty, so they relaxed and cooled down.

He took a drink and sat on the stump. “Okay, little one, get across my lap.”

Her toes curled. “What? Why, Daddy, did I not exercise hard enough?”

“Not at all, sweetie, this is your last exercise. A good sound spanking will help to tone and tighten that cute little bottom of yours, and that’ll make Daddy
very
happy. So, come here.”

Olivia looked around. She could almost feel the eyes of every neighbor on her, and so, heart racing, goosebumps rippling, she moved to his side and went willingly across his beautiful bare lap (he was in shorts). Her shorts, already tight, were stretched very tight, and held her cheeks in perfect symmetry.

Smack!
His hand struck. She squeaked. The lingering ache from popping her anal cherry added to her delightful torment, but Caleb did go easy on her. The spanking was firm and lengthy, but not severe. He knew just how hard to smack to drive her wild with almost orgasmic bliss. Over and over his hand struck, and her yelps and howls grew steadily louder.

She still didn’t quite make it to a climax.

Going inside, she took a shower, masturbated, and put on clean clothes. After that, she worked more on her treatment, started the pilot script, and made a call to Cynthia, her old friend.

“My God, Olivia, it’s been, what, sixty years?”

“Probably a little longer. It was before my last regen.”

“So, what you been up to? You back into writing, finally finish that novel of yours, and want me to read it?”

“No, got something else in mind; something I hope you’ll like, no,
love
.” She laid out the idea to her.

“Hmmm, a new adult program that isn’t just sex. I like it. However, I’m not the one you truly have to win over, it’s the station execs. Those old fossils have been running things here for over a century, and their motto is: ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.’ I don’t know that they’d be interested in a new show. I mean, it’s not like they need the money, right?”

“I see your point. Well, we won’t know unless we try. Can you line up a meeting with them?”

“Sure, we review programming once a week. I’ll put you on the agenda for next week.”

“Thanks, I owe you.”

“You can make it up to me by inviting us over for dinner. I’d love to meet this new man in your life who has kick-started you out of your lethargy.”

“You got it,” Olivia said with a smile. “Tomorrow night work for you?”

“It’s a date!”

Hanging up the old rotary phone, which was downright huge compared to her head and hand, Olivia skipped off to tell Caleb the good news. He promptly spanked her for doing so without asking permission.

Later, sitting down to dinner, she winced and squirmed while he fed her.

“Daddy, I really am sorry for inviting my friends over before asking you if it was okay.”

“It’s okay, sweetie, you’ve been punished, and we can forget it now.”

“Well, I feel
so
bad about it. Is there anything special I can do to make it up to you?” she said, batting her eyes at him.

He grinned a wicked grin. “Hmmm, let me think about that.”

She was transfixed by an icy bolt to her pussy.
Oh, shit, what’s he planning now?

Chapter Eight

Olivia spent the rest of the evening practically hyperventilating as she wondered what he had planned for her. Finally, at bedtime, he dragged her into his bedroom, and they got undressed. He sat on the edge of the bed near the bedside table and gestured for her to draw near. She bit her lip and did so, her heart pounding to the point she could see her breasts rise and fall with each pulsation.

“All right, little one, I want you to pleasure me,” he said simply.

Her eyes drifted down to between his legs. Here was yet another thing she’d not done in decades. Yet, she didn’t dare refuse, and didn’t want to refuse. She moved to kneel between his legs, then squealed as he hoisted her aloft and deposited her sort of halfway across his lap. Her mouth opened and she accepted his cock. Her eyes grew wide as his hands began to play with and caress her still-tender cheeks.

He chuckled. “Ah-ah-ahhh, you don’t get off that easy, my sweet. No, you must service Daddy while he distracts you.”

She shuddered, unsure what that meant, but sure she’d find out. Her tongue swirled about, his member started to stiffen, and his fingers explored her body. The drawer slid open, but she couldn’t see what he was doing there.

A low hum came on, her eyebrows went up, and then she truly squealed as
two
vibrators entered her. Caleb worked them in and out of her pussy and ass. Her body stiffened, she sucked harder, he grew larger, and he worked the vibrators in and out of her harder and faster. Olivia shivered and tingled from head to toe. The sensations were too much for her, she was being driven wild, and her mind was slipping away.

Caleb rocked his hips, thrusting harder and deeper into her mouth, his long rigid cock practically plunging down her throat. He shuddered and shook, and came. His seed exploded in her mouth and she took it, drinking and slurping every drop down until he was clean.

Then she also exploded. The vibrators made her body go into overdrive. Her muscles convulsed, her pussy became drenched, and the stimulation to her clit and g-spot and her ass was too much for her to control.

She came hard and her mind crumbled.

Sleep came easily to her and she never stirred, even when Caleb carried her back to her own bed. She knew he’d done it at some point in the night as she woke up there, and in her little nightie.

* * *

The next day was pretty much a repeat of the day before, except that she didn’t get an enema and anal. Instead, Daddy gave her a
very
intimate exam to ensure she was healthy down there and reacting properly, and it was followed by a wild bout of sex. As dinnertime neared, Caleb insisted she dress properly. He laid out her clothes on her bed, and her jaw dropped at the sight of them. Cute little black shoes, white socks, and a bright yellow dress like she’d seen in a lot of the ancient movies on TV.

It was very short!

It barely came to mid-thigh, and the accompanying panties were frilly little white ones. Her embarrassment factor went through the roof at the thought of Cynthia seeing her like this, but she knew better than to defy him. Emerging from the bedroom, he informed her that there was one last detail before their guests arrived: a quick brisk spanking to give her an incentive to be a good girl all evening.

When the doorbell rang, Caleb went to open the door, and she followed slowly, rubbing her tender cheeks the whole way. The door opened, and there they were, a nice couple in their early thirties. It was amazing; Olivia recognized Cynthia, even after all this time. She was very tall, almost seven feet, and her husband (she introduced him as Stanley) was even taller, which was rare. They shook hands with Caleb and then he turned and gestured to her. Cynthia actually squealed in childlike delight at the sight of her and got down on one knee to hug her. When she patted her on the bottom, Olivia stifled a squeak.

Cynthia looked her in the eye and grinned. “Well, well, do my eyes and ears deceive me, or have you found the right sort of man for you?”