Free Olivia's Guardian by Rose St. Andrews Page A
Authors: Rose St. Andrews
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
“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