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punishment, and then helped her down. She couldn’t rub, her ass was on fire. Then she squeaked in surprise when he sat on the couch and set her in his lap. He was nice enough to slide her back so her poor bottom wasn’t taking her weight.
    “Ohhh, I am sorry about this, Caleb. I know I should have followed the rules, but… well, sometimes I forget,” she sniffled.
    He smiled and gently rocked her. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you, and all is forgiven now. I’ll report to the doctor that you took your punishment well. As for rules, well, I’ll be honest with you. I do try to follow them most of the time, but I’ve learned that if you follow all the rules all of the time, you sometimes miss out on the fun! Now, this sad episode is over. Why don’t you rest for the morning? This afternoon, we’ll start your exercise program.”
    She nodded and smiled, and stood, her hands finally able to gingerly rub her throbbing cheeks. Grimacing with each step, she went to her room and lay down on the bed, on her tummy, and watched another rerun of a favorite show. An hour later, she was naked and writhing about on the bed in the throes of another powerful orgasm. She’d tried to fight it, tried to just relax, but it wasn’t possible. As the minutes ticked off, the horrid sting in her bottom dimmed, and it had but one destination.
    Her pussy!
    There was no stopping her body, it demanded release. So, pinching and poking her sore cheeks, each act stabbing fire into her pussy, she was able to climax without ever touching her clit or g-spot. Olivia was amazed. Never in all her long life had she achieved sexual excitement through stimulating her sore behind. Rolling about, replaying the event in her mind, listening to Caleb scold her, and tweaking her sore cheeks had been enough to send her into subspace.
    It was the most powerful and longest orgasm she’d experienced in her life!
    Suddenly, a rap came to her new door. “Olivia, you awake? Lunch is ready.”
    In an instant, she rolled over to sit up. “What? Oh, okay, um… be right there. I just need to dress.”
    “Dress? You’re undressed?” he said, still on the other side of the door.
    Damn, why did I say that? “Yeah, I… I felt more comfortable that way. It’s… a bit warm in here.”
    “Oh, okay. If you want, I’ll adjust the cooling system.”
    “Later, Caleb, later. I’m hungry. Be out in a minute, okay?”
    He agreed and departed; she threw on clean clothes and hustled to the kitchen. She sat without thinking (her body still awash in endorphins), and practically shot from the chair. Caleb snorted, clearly trying not to laugh, and set her tray before her. Gritting her teeth, she sat slowly, winced, and squirmed. She knew better than to ask for a pillow or something, it was against the rules, and that was one rule he was sure to enforce. Yet, eating proved difficult, and he suddenly took the spoon from her.
    “Olivia, let me.”
    “What? No, not again,” she whined.
    That was the sum total of her attempt at resisting his efforts. Sitting there, she let him feed her, felt her thighs quiver, and once more the blood surged within her. At every mouthful, he smiled. His teeth sparkled, his eyes twinkled, and her knees turned to mush. Before she knew it, he was scraping the bottom of her bowl.
    “There, was that so hard?” he said happily.
    “Um, no, Uncle Caleb,” she said softly without thinking.
    His large hand patted her small one and he smiled. “Good girl. Now, time to build up those muscles.”
    She didn’t resist as he took her hand in his. His touch was pure warmth and delight, and she let him lead her back to her room. He got out her white t-shirt and blue spandex shorts, and laid them out on the bed.
    “Okay, you dress and meet me out in the backyard, and we’ll go at it,” he said.
    Olivia shivered. “Y-y-yes, Caleb,” she squeaked, then shook her head as his words sank in. “Wait, what? Out -side? You want me to exercise… out