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not bother you, but you’re eating your dinner, or else.”
    Olivia gasped. “You wouldn’t dare!”
    His eyes told her he wasn’t kidding. Well, she wasn’t about to make things easy on him. She bolted, and it took a couple of minutes for him to chase her down, and hoist her over his broad and strong shoulder. It was actually kind of fun. She zipped around the kitchen table, raced down the hall, and swerved through the living room. That was her downfall. He was easily able to leap over the couch and catch her. Being in that position made her tingle, but she still protested. He carried her back to the kitchen, sat in his chair, and over his firm lap she went. Then came his large hard hand; it crashed over and over into her poor cheeks until she capitulated.
    “Okay, okay, ouch, I’ll eat,” she wailed.
    He lifted her to her feet. “There, was that so hard? Honestly, Olivia, we’ve been together one day, and I’ve spanked you more times than I’ve spanked anyone in the last year. Now, sit and eat.”
    “Sit? B-but, I can’t.”
    “You can and you will,” he scolded.
    “I’m too sore!”
    “As that is your fault entirely, you get no sympathy from me. Sit, eat, and clean your plate, or it’s…” his voice trailed off as he scanned the room, “it’s a dose of the spoon!”
    She squeaked, her hands flying to cover her throbbing bottom. “Y-yes, sir.”
    As they resumed their seats, Olivia winced, but she sat and slowly ate. Doing so became increasingly difficult as the throbbing shifted to between her legs. Her little experiment had worked better than she’d expected, which was causing her some trouble. She chided herself. After so many decades of being alone, she should have waited for a more opportune moment to test her theory about getting excited by being spanked by a man. Mealtime was the worst time. If the spanking had been during one of the required exercise periods, he might also send her to her room, which would fit perfectly. Now she was truly tormented, forced to sit and smolder.
    “Olivia, are you all right?”
    “Ah! I mean, um, yes, what? Sorry. What’s up?”
    “Didn’t mean to startle you, it’s just that I’m finished, you’ve barely touched your food, and you’re sweating like a pig on Christmas Eve.”
    “What’s a pig?”
    “Oh, sorry, old saying. Anyway, you look a bit flushed. You feeling okay? Touch of regen fatigue? Here, let me help you,” he said, picking up her spoon.
    “Oh, no, you don’t have to—” she said, cut off by him putting food in her mouth.
    “I know I don’t have to, I want to. Think of it as my way of making it up to you for being so rough on you on your first day home. I realize it must be stressful, especially with being forced to accept a man as guardian, and I’ll try to go easy on you from now on.”
    Olivia tingled and grunted. The act, him feeding her, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced, and she was technically over three hundred years old!
    “Um… uh-huh,” she choked out, continuing to let him feed her. Wait, what did he say? Go easy! Oh, you sweet simple fool; it’s clear ‘momma’ is going to have her hands full teaching you the facts of life. She suddenly became acutely aware of just how bland her food was. “Um, Caleb, how about adding some spices to this drivel?”
    He rose and headed for the cabinet over the gas stove. “Sure, what would you like?”
    “Well, at least toss in some Rangood, and see if I have any Primo.”
    “Okay, where would they be?”
    “Are you blind? The Rangood is right in front of you. If it was a Taimi it would have bitten you by now.”
    He grabbed the small shaker and turned to her. “Oh, yeah, what was I thinking? Sorry, I don’t use much spices in my cooking, not even salt.”
    “Oh, health nut, eh? You’re young, you’ll learn.”
    “Okay, granny , say when,” he chuckled, sprinkling the spice.
    She had him go heavy with the spices, as the food was so bland, and then let him