Olivia's Guardian (12 page)

Then there was school. Olivia managed to behave herself and not get any more baby days. However, as Amy and Brad and several other people wanted to learn about infant/diaper play, they needed practice people. They found some. As more students joined the school, it was determined that a number of them were fascinated by the idea of diaper play and wanted to try it, and thus adult baby girls were available for the class. Olivia even considered taking the class, as she wanted to learn about babies for when they had one, but then she realized that diaper play and real child care were two very different things. So, instead, she took a real child care class in anticipation of when they had a real one of their own.

They worked on that daily!

Then came some important news: Amy announced that she was going to go in for her regen within the week. So, Olivia decided she would call in her ‘chit’ from Caleb. The very next day, she got dressed in her new sailor suit (a blue and white very short dress, frilly light blue panties, and a big white bow in her hair), and she spent the morning out sailing on the lake.

It gave her mixed feelings. On the one hand, it brought back memories of her past, all those years living alone and loving it. Yet, there was also regret at all those long empty days. Then she smiled as she realized that all of that
was
in the past. She had Caleb now and they had so much to share. Right now, they were going to share a fantasy she’d been dying to try almost since her first spanking.

So, getting out some bottle rockets, she shot them off. As she lit each of the fuses, the rockets ignited and zipped into the sky, and exploded with a pop and a bang. She waited a few minutes, took a moment to enjoy the gentle breeze and warm sun, and headed for the dock. Once the boat was tied up, she ambled on up toward the house, and froze at the sight before her.

There stood Caleb, scowling, arms crossed, and all of their neighbors arrayed behind him. She just about shook as she trembled more than she’d ever known. Swallowing hard, she stepped forward, and looked up at him.

“Young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?” he snapped.

“Why, whatever do you mean, Daddy?” she said innocently.

Amy stepped forward. “You know exactly what he means! Shooting off those fireworks, disturbing the peace of… well, everyone.”

“As much as I hate to agree with my wife on anything,” Brad said, “I’m forced to say, Caleb, it’s clear you’re not controlling this wild child of yours.”

He sighed and nodded. “I’m likewise forced to agree with you both. Little girl, you leave me no alternative but to punish you severely. Come along.”

Taking her by the hand, he marched toward the back door, but the crowd didn’t part to let them pass.

“Just a minute there, Caleb,” Steve said. “We’ve had enough with her shenanigans on the lake and you letting her off with practically no punishment. This time, we want to
know
she’s gotten what she deserves.”

“Hmmm, I see what you mean. All right then, it’ll be right here, right now.”

Caleb dragged her over to one of the lawn chairs, sat, and pulled her across his lap. Her short dress slid up on its own accord, putting the lower half of her panties on display. A quick flip by Caleb and they were totally exposed.

“This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will me, which is just as it should be, and I’ll also have a lot of fun doing it. So, it’s a win-win all around.”

Smack!
His hand struck the center of her small butt. Olivia jumped slightly and squirmed across his lap. The spank hadn’t been very hard, but it gave her a good sting. She blushed as the crowd snickered.
Swat
, each cheek got a solid smack, and she yelped and squealed. He then set up a steady rhythm of spanks: center, left, right, and repeat.

“That’s a good start there, Caleb,” Steve said.

“Humph,” Amy grunted. “Not nearly enough!”

“Oh, cool your thrusters, granny,” Brad said with a smirk. “He’s got plenty of time.”

That brought still more laughter from everyone as they made themselves comfortable. All the while that lovely large hand just rose and fell again and again, and her yelps and squeals grew steadily louder.

“Honestly, Olivia, I have told you time and time again: no fireworks without permission! Are you ever going to learn your lesson?”

“Ouch! Sorry, Daddy, so sorry, I forgot. I’ll remember next time, promise. Ow! Please don’t spank me in front of everyone, please!”

Caleb sighed and stepped up the pace and force. “Oh please, how many times have I heard that lie? You’re getting extra just for that. As for the humiliation of being spanked in front of the entire neighborhood, it’s the very least they deserve for all the trouble you’ve caused them.”

“Yeah, we have to get some fun too,” Heidi said quite loudly.

Olivia wailed, they roared with glee, and he just kept right on spanking. Her bottom grew hotter and hotter, and then the flames began to tickle her between the legs. Lungs heaved with cries and grunts, and as her pussy dripped with delight, she moaned. She squirmed on his lap, her thighs twitching and convulsing.

It’s happening; it’s really, really happening! This isn’t a dream; I’m being spanked in front of a crowd of people, and they’re taking pleasure in my pain. Only one thing more is needed.

As if reading her mind, Caleb paused for an instant to reach for the waistband of her panties. She gasped.

“This is a good start,” he said. “But we’re only halfway there.”

Her hands flew back. “No, Daddy, no, not that, not bare, not in front of everyone!”

He deftly pinned her hands, both of them easily fitting in his, and down went her panties to rest at her knees. His hand kneaded and squeezed her throbbing cheeks. She squealed and groaned.

“Got some good color there, Caleb,” Steve said.

“True, but not nearly enough to teach her a lesson,” he replied.

“Besides, she hasn’t cried yet,” Heidi chimed in. “If a little girl doesn’t cry during a spanking, well, it’s just not going to be effective.”

“Really, you don’t say?” Caleb said, trying to sound surprised. “Well, in that case, little Olivia is in for one hard spanking right now, and in the future.”

Spank!
A very solid swat impacted the center of her bottom. Olivia howled, bucked, and kicked her legs wildly. She didn’t care what the neighbors got to see, she struggled, for all of about five seconds. Caleb merely shifted her on his lap, clamped her legs between his, and that was that.

She was trapped.

His hand laid down a near-constant barrage of firm smacks to her defenseless cheeks and she was powerless to stop him. She wailed, she begged, and then the tears flowed. Soon her cheeks and chin ran freely, and between her legs flowed something else. As her mouth opened wide to bawl like a well-spanked baby, her lungs added guttural moans of ecstasy. Her mind was assailed from all directions, every sense was stimulated. Stars of painful pleasure danced before her eyes, laughter and scolding echoed around her, flames tormented her behind and pussy, and everything blended together to push her toward one fixed point.

Caleb seemed to sense her approaching that magic level, or maybe it was just the strong scent of her womanhood or the dampness upon his thigh. Whatever the cause, he went to the max, his hand and arm became practically a blur. Spanks landed so fast that Olivia could barely tell when one ended and the next began. With a final wail of pain, she gave in to the delight, and came hard. Caleb, ever the expert spanker, moderated his efforts. His hand seemed to fall perfectly in sync with her gyrations, each swat timed and at just the right force to heighten and lengthen her climax. Orgasm built on orgasm, and she became lost in the subspace of total pleasure.

Sometime later, she returned to her body to find herself lying sprawled across his lap, her body drenched in sweat. His hands lightly massaged and caressed her back. Blinking her eyes, she slowly lifted her head to look around.

“Anyone get the license plate of that truck?” she groaned.

“Look who’s back among the living,” Caleb replied with a smile. “Can you stand, sweetie?”

“I’ll try,” she said, and eased herself down.

He helped her, as her legs were a bit wobbly, and she winced at every movement. She stayed next to him, clinging to him to steady herself, and looked around. Everyone was still there and (if her nose was any indicator) a barbecue was in full swing. Heidi, Amy, and several others drew near to ask how she was.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be sitting for at least a day, but what a ride! Um, how long was I out?”

“You mean up?” Heidi said with a grin. “Almost an hour.”

“Wow. Hey, can I get a burger? I’m famished.”

Caleb patted her on the back. “Sure, sweetie. Tell you what, why don’t you go in and get cleaned up and changed, and I’ll fix you a plate, okay?”

She nodded and smiled. “Sounds wonderful, thanks.”

Wincing with every step, panties in her hand, Olivia weaved her way through the crowd. Hard to believe that a few short months ago she didn’t know these people, and now they truly were good neighbors. Once inside, she slipped off her dress and rooted around in the dresser for fresh panties and her little pink skirt and white blouse. Holding the panties up, she lifted her leg, stifled a yelp, and froze.

She had to see it. Stepping over to the mirror, she turned her back to it, and looked over her shoulder. Two deep crimson cheeks were visible and she let out a long slow whistle.

Wow again. Yeah, not going to sit for a long time, and it was worth every smack.

Slowly, gingerly she dressed, the elastic on the leg holes of her panties cutting into her tender flesh. She then washed her face, brushed her hair, and painfully made her way back to the patio. Standing in the doorway, she paused to take it all in. Not merely the view, but the length and breadth of her new life. She felt like a bear awaking from its winter hibernation. After centuries of nothing, she had a new career, good friends, and a loving man to share it all with.

Moving back through the crowd, she couldn’t help but tingle, and it wasn’t from the jabs of pain at each step. No, she felt eyes on her at every move, and smirks and low whispers as if they knew something she didn’t. Her stomach doing flip flops, she approached the table, her muscles tense, which only made her wince more. Caleb sat to her right and he’d thoughtfully moved the chair from her spot.

“Here you are, my dear,” he said with a smile. “A feast fit for a queen.”

“Thank you, it looks and smells divine.”

Reaching for his fork, he knocked it off the table, and got down on one knee to hunt for it. “Of course, a true queen must have jewels,” he said, bringing his hand into view.

Olivia squeaked. There, cradled lovingly in his large hand was a sparkling diamond ring.

“Mrs. Hargee, will you do me the great honor and pleasure of being my wife?”

Olivia couldn’t help herself. Despite knowing that he was planning to do it at some point, and despite being ready to hear the words, and despite the big lug doing it in such a stupidly old-fashioned and romantic way, it still overwhelmed her. She opened her mouth to accept, but all she was able to do was bawl and nod.

A collective, “Awww,” echoed around them.

Caleb got down on both knees and gently hugged her. “Well, folks, I guess that qualifies as a yes.”

Standing there, her arms about him, and her face resting against his shoulder (and getting his shirt all wet), she felt one more piece to the mosaic of her life had been put in place. She saw the image coming together slowly: friends, career, excitement, now husband, and soon a child. Her life was good and getting better, and she couldn’t be happier.

The End

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