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Calliope's Daddy

By: xelliebabex



Authors Note: I have not written in this category to date and I am unsure that this is the category it belongs in. If it is reasonably received I could write a second chapter so please leave me a comment, if you enjoy reading it. Thank you once agian to my copy editor Larascasse.

NB: Calliope as a girl's name is pronounced ka-LYE-ah-pee.

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Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.

Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans amongst the gentleman's club patrons. She was a tiny girl, barely five feet tall and had the petite small features of a china doll. Dancing for a bunch of rich perverts was easy money for her and it allowed her the lifestyle she wanted of sleeping late and enormous shopping sprees. On some occasions, if the price was right, she would give some horny old man a thrill by going to the back rooms with him for a private lap dance, which often led to letting him spank her naughty little bum or blowing him for an extra fee. She could see one of the big spenders in the crowd tonight.

Blowing out her bubble gum, again she shimmied down the runway toward him twirling her garish red and purple streaked hair around a small finger. The small tartan skirt flipped up with each movement showing transparent, white lace panties. She danced away the song, teasing the men with her cuteness. The dance over, Callie went back stage to await any offers that might come her way.

Within five minutes of being off stage her first offer of the night arrived and it was a huge amount of money. She wondered what sort of perverted kinks she would be asked to try for that amount of money if she accepted. She shrugged and nodded to the bouncer, she needed the money for a new watch she had her eye on, so what the hell. After all, she was reasonably protected here.

As she walked into the private room reserved for special customers Callie saw a regular fan, Leo, and smiled coquettishly at him, before noticing a second man in the room. "This is my father," Leo introduced the second man, "John." 

Callie turned and smiled at him, "Hello Mr. John," she said in a sweet little girl voice.

The old man's voice crackled with age, "Hello sweetie, come sit on my lap for a moment." He smiled widely as she approached him and sat in his lap wriggling against his groin a little. "Mm, I think Leo was right. You are a naughty little girl," his hand stroked over her titties. She had no need of a bra and the hard nipples struck out into his palm. "So very naughty," the old man said dreamily.

Leo appeared beside her and lifted her to lay her over Johns lap, "Spank her, Dad. You know she deserves it."

Callie squealed, the old man was surprisingly strong and smacked her hard several times, "Gag her, Leo. She is too noisy," John patted the couch beside him. 

Leo unfastened his pants and loosened them to draw out his sizable cock before sitting beside his father and pulling her head to his lap warning, "If I feel teeth, you will regret it." 

Callie opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the cock before her and the old man continued to spank her wriggling little bum, her squeals becoming vibrating mewls around the hard cock in her mouth. Leo was so turned on, he didn't last long, filling her mouth with milky white cum and groaning in pleasure, "Drink it all, little girl."

Panting he grimaced pulling her head from his cock, "Alright, Dad. Let's see if that got your old pecker up." Leo picked up the doll like girl and held her on his lap as John revealed an astonishingly virile hard cock. "What a good little girl," Leo smiled at Callie, "That will earn you a bonus."

At that moment the door burst open and the bright lights went on. Girls were screaming out in the club and she was pulled from Leo's arms, cuffed and escorted out to a waiting police car. The night went in a blur she tried to ring her excuse for a mother but all she got was a message bank. She couldn't think of anyone else to ring who would care that she had been arrested. She left her mother's number with the clerk to keep trying and was escorted back to a holding cell.

She dozed fitfully during the night aware of how she looked to everyone around her. The hours dragged on as she rehearsed what she would tell her mother when the stupid bitch finally sobered up enough to come and get her out. She lost track of time when eventually her name was called and she was taken from the cell. Callie was not prepared who stood there to collect her.

Padraic James was her father's half-brother. She had grown up knowing him as an uncle of sorts until her father's untimely death when Padraic, her only remaining father figure's visits became more sporadic until he finally melted out of their lives. He was tall and solidly built and he scowled at her. "Your mother called me. She has gone to her parent's house this morning you will come with me unless you want to stay here until your hearing."

Callie was speechless. She wasn't prepared for this dark foreboding man she barely remembered. "Uncle Paddy?" she whispered.

"Yes. Now you have the choice, stay here for come with me. What's it to be?"

"I don't want to stay here," Callie almost pouted.

"Good," Padraic turned back to the clerk, "discharge her to my keeping then, sergeant. I will make sure she gets to the hearing." Padraic gathered her things and took her by the arm leading her out of the police station.

"Just so we understand each other," Padraic said as he slid into the car beside her. "I don't care what you did or who you did it with. I don't want to hear excuses from you. You did it, now you have to face the consequences. You will do what I say and you will not complain. Do we understand each other?" He started the car and squealed out of the car park, the tyres seeming to scream around each corner in the underground parking station.

Callie had not been able to say more than two words without him glaring at her in a way that stopped all the protests of innocence she had at the ready, so she sat sullenly in the car letting her hair hang down over her face in lanky, badly dyed strands. "Just drop me off at home. I will be fine on my own," she muttered.

"You think I am stupid?" Padraic muttered darkly, "I just bailed you out of jail. You're not a kid anymore, Calliope, this is serious. You will be tried as an adult if it gets that far. You will do exactly what I say from now until I get my bail back. I promised your mother I would try and help you."

"You're not my father," she screeched at him, "Let me out you, asshole."

"Just as well for you or you wouldn't be sitting so comfortably right now, young lady."

"What's that supposed to be, a threat?"

"Take it how you want, but don't push me Calliope. You have pushed your mother to the point of break down but I am not such an easy target." Padraic looked over at the girl. Her mother had let things get too far out of control before asking for help. He remembered the beautiful bright golden haired young lady she had been years ago when he still received photos from her mother and tried to reconcile that image with the bedraggled dark haired mess that sat beside him.

Padraic's voice softened slightly, "No one, least of all me, could replace your real father, Callie, but you think he would be happy about this?"

Callie snorted derisively, "I didn't even know him. I don't owe that sperm donor anything." 

The anger in her voice was palpable and Padraic weighed his words carefully. "He was a good man Callie and he loved you. I understand you didn't know him well, he died so long ago. But if you don't watch that smart mouth of yours and speak with more respect, I will do something about it for you." There was no doubting the threat in his words now.

At the street light Callie grabbed the door handle of the car but the central locking defeated her attempt at escape. Padraic chuckled quietly and drove on out of the city onto the freeway. They drove for over an hour in silence before he started down a long twisting mountain road and driveway of gravel before finally pulling up before a large house.

"Where the hell are we?" Callie asked.

"My place, your new home for a little while," Padraic got out and went to the boot pulling out bags. Callie sat stoically in the car watching him walk towards the front door and let himself in disappearing inside with the bags.

Padraic smiled to himself as he took her bags to the room he had decided to make hers and dumped them. She could unpack them later. He was a patient man. He would let her sit and stew. He headed down to the kitchen and looked out of the window seeing her still sitting in the car. Grabbing a soda, he sat in the lounge room facing a window so he could watch her. He let her sit for a further twenty minutes while he drank his soda before going out to the car.

Opening her door he squatted down and looked at her. She had been crying. "You can't go home, Callie. Your mum has gone to stay with her parents and get the help she needs. You will stay here with me until the court hearing. Then we will talk about your future. Now come out of the car and do what you are told like a good girl."

"Fuck off! What am I two years old?" Callie spat at him.

Without a word he leaned in and pulled her from the car, hoisting her up in a fireman's hold as she shrieked and cursed at him, her legs and arms flailing about. Padraic marched into the house and into the main bathroom. He dumped her on the floor and grabbed a bar of soap. Mid word he forced the soap into her mouth scraping it over her teeth. Callie tried to spit it out, pummelling him with her small fists.

"You will watch your mouth here, little girl. I am not one of your stupid Johns who left you sitting in jail or your mother who will put up with all your shit. You will show me respect, you little whore. I paid your fee back at the court house," his voice was hard and unrelenting. 

Callie choked and spluttered around the foul tasting soap his words hitting her like blows. She had nowhere to go and this asshole was making her eat soap. She started to cry her limbs going limp as he pulled his hand away from her mouth and she spat the soap out. Her nose ran and she spat bubbles of froth, tears streaked the heavy make up still covering her face.

Standing, Padraic went to run the bath for Callie, 'She smells as bad as she looks,' he thought. Liberally spraying bubble bath into the running water he went back to her and pulled her to her feet. "You have until I count to twenty be undressed and in the bath or I will do it for you." Turning his back on her he began to count.

Still crying, she saw him turn blocking the doorway and quickly undressed sliding into the water just as he got to twenty. "Good girl," he smiled and moved toward her to sit on the edge of the bath. Picking up a face cloth, he dunked it in the bubbles and began to clean her face, brushing her hair back from her eyes. 

"We will get you through this, Callie. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems," he smiled down at the girl trying again to show her some kindness.

She was confused and unsure. No one had cared about her since her father died. Her mother was barely there anymore seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle. The security of school and the teachers in which she had found people to respect had long since left her. Retreating into her shell, she came out fighting again.

"Fuck off. Don't touch me! You don't know me. Leave me alone you dirty old perv," her eyes were wild and her voice had become shrill. "You're not even my real uncle. I don't want to be here. I want to go home."

Padraic's voice was calm, "Your nineteen now and an adult, Calliope. It's your choice really, back to jail or here with me. I can't force you to stay here. Your mother has gone to stay with your grandparent's. No one is at home to take of you. So do you want me to take you back to jail?" He dunked her head under the water to stop the cursing tantrum she had resumed and smirked as she came up spluttering. "I may be a dirty old perv, but I am all you've got right now."

"Fucking asshole!" Callie screamed at him. Padraic picked up the soap meaningfully and looked at her. Callie splashed water at him wildly and stood up stepping quickly from the bath and grabbing a towel she ran for the door.

Padraic moved just as suddenly leaning against the door blocking her way and smirking at her. "Where will you go, Calliope?"

"Anywhere but this shit hole, don't pretend you know me. You wouldn't have a fucking clue who I am old man. Stop trying to be my father, you prick. I don't need one," she realised she had gone to far when she looked up into his face.

Padraic picked her up as she screamed at him and carried her out into the vast living area. Sitting in a large comfortable chair, he forced her thrashing body over his lap. Holding her legs down with one of his own he raised his hand and smacked her ass. "If you are going to act like a child, I will treat you like one," Padraic roared at her over her squeals and yelps.

Callie was sobbing and howling loudly begging him to stop. When he finally took his hand from her ass and he surveyed the glowing red cheeks. He was so turned on by the sight that his hands glided softly over the quivering cheeks feeling the heat as he listened to her sobbing. "Now, little girl. You will stop using such filthy language or I will spank you again."

Callie squirmed over his lap, feeling his swelling hardness as he caressed her little bottom. 'Just like all men,' she thought disgustedly and continued to squirm knowing that playing to his lust would allow her the freedoms she wanted from him. "Yes, Uncle Paddy," Callie said in her sweetest little girl voice between sobs.

Padraic could tell what she was doing and smiled. Two could play that game and she would find he was not the push over she thought he was. His smile got bigger, 'It's been a while since I had a girl of my own to fuck. Bailing this little whore out of jail could work out much better than expected,' his thoughts fed his lust as she squirmed down between his legs and he let her unbuckle his belt and open his pants.

Callie's smirked, 'Yeah, typical man. All he needed was a blow job and he will give me my own way,' the thoughts rolled through her head at how easy this could be as her small hand reached in and fished out his cock and she leaned in to wrap her lips around it and tongue the head. While not seemingly too long from this angle, the cock was wide making her stretch her lips around him as she sucked him into her mouth. She heard him moan and felt his fingers in her hair making her feel triumphant that she now had some sort of power over him. 

Her thoughts crashed down about her when suddenly he pulled her mouth off his cock and stood towering over her. "You're not very good at this are you, little girl," his voice was calm as she looked up confused, "It's okay. Uncle Paddy will teach you. Pull my pants down and I will show you how to suck a cock properly," he watched her face show conflicting emotions. His hands tightened in her hair and his voice lowered ominously, "You started this, Calliope. Now do as your told or I will punish you for being a little cock tease." 

Her trembling hands reached up and pulled the pants and briefs down his legs, holding them as he stepped out of them. Sitting back in his chair, he pulled her head back to his engorged cock, "Now sweet girl, tongue out," he watched her as the small pink tongue protruded from her mouth and using her hair as a guide moved her head so that she licked up and down the shaft of his cock. "Flutter that soft tongue around the head," Padraic murmured breathily.

Callie was whimpering with pain from the strength of his hands in her hair. She followed his directions fluttering her tongue and wrapping her lips about him once more. He held her head tightly as he moved it up and down his shaft, filling her mouth and making her gag loudly. Drool dribbled from her lips as he growled, "Swallow against the gag reflex. You can take more, baby."

Padraic pulled her head up and down jabbing at the back of her throat while she desperately tried to swallow. Small tears rolled down her cheeks as she gagged and gurgled. Pulling her head back slightly Padraic groaned as thick strands of ropey cum filled her mouth and oozed down her chin. Letting go of her he let her slump down onto the floor and retrieved his pants, pulling them on loosely, before standing over her, "You will get better at it, with practise."

Callie hung limply as he picked her up and took her back to the bathroom to return her to the bath and finish cleaning the makeup from her face. Her sobs subsided and he spoke quietly, "Don't push me, Calliope. You will not like the result. Now finish your bath little girl and I will find you something to wear."

She sat in the bath shocked, no one had ever treated her like that before and she couldn't remember a time when the members at the club hadn't been anything but grateful for her attentions, showering her with gifts and money. She was still sitting and brooding when he came back in with a familiar looking shirt and panties and placed them on the bench. "Start washing little girl or I will do it for you," he moved towards her and she quickly picked up the washer and started to scrub at her body. He smiled, "Good girl. I will be back in ten minutes. You need to be clean and dressed," with that he walked out again.

Getting out of the bath, she mulled over what options she had. She had no money, no car, no way of getting home and even if she could what would she do when she got there. She realised she didn't have many choices as least for tonight. She picked up the clothes, and looked at them. He must have gone to her home and packed for her while she sat in jail waiting for her mother who never came, she reasoned. Callie pulled on the tight shirt and panties and went to open the door. "Hey!" Callie yelled, "Why is the door locked? Fuck! You prick. You should have just left me in jail if you are gonna keep me locked up like this."

The door opened suddenly and Padraic stood there looming over her. "Do I need to wash that filthy mouth out again?" His voice held an ominous tone. 

"No," she said sullenly. Padraic glared down at her. "I am sorry alright!" 

"Good." Padraic's voice was softer and he took her by the arm and walked her to her room. "Your mother packed your things for you when she called me and asked for my help." He let go of her arm as they entered the room. "Unpack while I finish making lunch," leaving he closed the door and this time she heard the key in the lock.

"Shit. I am a prisoner here," Callie sat on the bed and cried.

Twenty minutes later, when Padraic returned, he found her curled up on the bed still sobbing. Picking her up, he pulled her into his arms, "Hush now, Callie."

She struggled against him but his arms held her tight as he crooned softly, "Hush now, little girl. I know you are used to doing what you want, when you want, and how you want. But, sweetie, you're in trouble now and you need to let someone look after you," he tilted her teary face up to him, "I know your mother let you down but I am here now. You need to be a good girl for Uncle Paddy and he will take care of everything."

He stroked her hair as she buried her face in his shoulder. She hadn't felt so small and helpless since she was a little girl...


Calliope's Daddy Ch. 02



Authors note: Thank you all for the comments and feedback, I hope you enjoy this chapter equally. Thank you again to my copy editor LaRascasse for fixing my Australian grammar, to a more palatable international flavour.



The sun was barely up when Padraic unlocked her door and slipped into her room. He gazed down on his little girl. She was nineteen but had the delicate features of a baby doll. 'Was it only yesterday he had bailed her out of jail for prostitution?' he smiled widely. Not the drug addict or beaten down whore he had expected, she was a sassy street smart little princess and now she was all his.

He was naked, sporting a hard morning glory erection which got harder with desire as he gazed down on her. Pulling the covers back she stirred but didn't wake. He slid onto the bed beside her running his hands over her tight little body rolling her to her back, "Come on, baby. Wake up for Daddy."

"Uncle Paddy?" she murmured sleepily.

"No," he growled, "No more uncle. You call me Daddy now," his fingers tweaked at her nipples insistently as she slowly rose to consciousness. Padraic's other hand trailed down over her body to her pussy. His fingers delved into her teasing her until she was panting and rocking her hips up to meet his fingers. Rolling on top of her, he entered her roughly making her gasp and her eyes flare widely. He fucked into her hard, pushing until he was firmly embedded before starting to pump in and out ferociously.

Leaning down he growled, "Say it, baby. Tell me you love being fucked like this, hard and deep like only Daddy can."

She was gasping and mewling in her need. She had learned last night while watching the movie and again before he finally let her sleep that he liked to hear her beg. She lifted her knees up stretching her legs up along his body to his shoulders almost bending double as she panted hoarsely, "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me cum please, Daddy." 

Padraic roared in his need for her, pulling from her he rolled her quickly to her belly and pulled her hips up ploughing into her again at a different angle. Reaching around her slim hip he pinched her swollen clit, her corresponding cry music to his ears as he possessed her. His other hand reached for her hair pulling her head back as she cried out again. "Cum for Daddy, cum all over his fat cock you little whore."

She arched her back, tendrils of pain and pleasure flowing into her as he fucked her with increasing power and tempo. She came howling out as her pussy clenched in spasms around his cock milking it making him roar his own orgasm out to the room. He collapsed on top of her smothering her small body with his much larger one. Rolling from her he murmured, "Clean me."

Crawling down his body she panted, "Yes Daddy." Her tongue licked out at his still swollen hard cock. She lapped and fluttered her tongue around the shaft and over his heavy ball sac cleaning their mixed cum from him. Finally she stretched her lips around his fat cock and suckled at him feeling his hands twine into her hair.

"Oh yeah, baby. Suck Daddy good," his hands guiding her up and down his shaft as she gagged for him trying to swallow the thick flesh as it jabbed at her throat. He was always horny in the mornings as he felt himself fill again with need, this little girl was so hot he felt he could cum in her and on her all day every day.

Callie had been sucking so long her jaw began to ache when he finally arched up driving into her throat, choking her and roaring as the cock began to pulse between her lips. Pulling back slightly he flooded her mouth and she gulped at the cum that overflowed and dribbled from the corners of her mouth. He pulled her up beside him and cuddled her close nuzzling her neck. "You're such a good girl for your Daddy."

They lay quietly for a little while before Padraic smacked her bottom lightly, "Come on, baby. We have a big day ahead."

Getting up he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom placing her on the toilet and turning to run the bath. Callie knew better than to ask for privacy and she tried to pee quietly sighing in relief. "Can't I just have a shower?" she mumbled sullenly as she flushed and washed her hands.

"Baths are good for helping your muscles relax and healing your body after Daddy has used it, baby. Daddy hasn't spanked you very hard yet, but trust me when he does you will happy he likes you to have baths." He looked at her adorable pout and relented slightly, "You can shower with Daddy sometimes, like last night. Daddy likes his little girl showering with him occasionally," Padraic smiled and kissed her, "Now be a good girl and take a bath. Daddy needs a long hot shower."

Callie lay back and relaxed into the bubble filled bath. She watched as Padraic left the room to go to his own bathroom she assumed. He was tall and very solidly built, a small paunch belying how fit he really was and the strength he had. Her pussy ached from the savage pounding he had given it last night and this morning. She spread her legs and gently fingered the tender bruised flesh. Feeling the warm water caress her she smiled acknowledging that the bath may have been the best thing for her.

Twenty minutes later Padraic lifted her from the bath and towelled her dry caressing every inch of her small body as he went. "Now put your hair up for me and I will find you something suitable to wear.

Having dressed her in a light summer dress they sat down to have breakfast, she wrinkled her nose at the muesli, "Can I just have some toast, please?"

Padraic frowned, "You need to eat properly, Callie, to stay fit and healthy for Daddy." He poured a small bowl of muesli and put it in front of her, "You can add some cereal you like to the shopping list but eat this for today."

Callie pouted and took a tentative spoonful pulling a face and putting the spoon back down. "Does Daddy need to feed you baby? It's not very much. Finish it all." He smirked as she continued to pull faces while she ate. "Good girl," he said taking the bowl away, "Now would you like some toast?" 

Callie shook her head, and Padraic raised an eyebrow at her. "No thank you, Daddy," Callie said overly sweetly. 

"Clean the kitchen and meet me in the study," Padraic smiled.

Callie washed and put the bowls away before finally making it the study. Padraic looked up and smiled motioning her closer and handing her a pad and pen, "Make a list of the things you need while we are out shopping. Your mother doesn't seemed to have packed much for you. When you finish that you can start reading these," he handed her a sheaf of printed pages and turned back to his work. "I need to get some work of my own finished before we go out."

Callie curled up in one of the oversized chairs that dwarfed her small frame and began her list. Padraic smiled, she was simply too cute like that and it took some will power to return to his work.

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Calliope sat staring at the mirror as the hairdresser finished off her hair. The dark golden colour close to her natural colour had been highlighted by light blonde streaks and she had been given wispy bangs as her hair was cut to frame her face. The sculpted edges angled back into her long hair. In the mirror, she could see Padraic sitting behind her waiting patiently.

She wriggled slightly in the chair, her pussy ached. Padraic seemed to have the libido of teenager and she wondered idly if he took Viagra a small smile crossing her face. This wasn't the way she had ever thought about a Daddy before. She had read some of the information he had given her this morning as they prepared to go out. Being his little girl was more than just some incest fantasy. It was a lifestyle many people chose, highly sexual but more so about dominance and submission. Daddies required a high level of control over their little girls

It frightened her, a little, that he would have so much control over her life but she still believed that if she played his game until the hearing she could be the one holding the power. Men were easy to manipulate. Once you satisfied their cock you could lead them around by it. He hadn't let her get away with anything yet but she had only been with him one day. In time she could get her own way she was sure of it. She went over his rules for this shopping trip in her head again as she stared at him in the mirror.

Padraic sat and watched as the multicoloured mop was turned back into the golden hair of a sweet angel, his angel. It had taken some time to make the transformation but he had his android notebook and fielded emails and calls from his firm to hand over the cases he had been working on before he asked for his leave of absence. Family complications he had cited as his reasons and he smiled, 'If only they knew.' 

He glanced up at the mirror and saw her looking back at him. His smile got wider showing his pleasure at the transformation of her hair. He was enjoying himself planning their day out in his head. Having a little girl to care for and spoil was something he had missed greatly and today she would see just how generous her Daddy could be if she was a good girl.

They left the hairdresser and he held her hand as they walked through the shopping mall. Padraic smiled as he noticed the looks they got from passers by. In the light sundress and high heels he had chosen for her to wear, Callie looked young and nubile. He on the other hand looked like a distinguished old man with his salt and pepper hair and a small paunch. He grinned knowing what they thought as they saw he was holding her hand proudly.

They entered a high end lingerie shop, "I would like to have her measured and fitted properly," Padraic said to the sales woman. "Let me know the size and I will pick out a few things for her to try on. Starting with this," he held up a sweet white matching set of panties and demi bra. The lady considered Callie a moment before returning it the rack and picking up another size then ushering Callie to the fitting room.

Padraic followed, "I will just jot down the measurements as you take them so we know in future." Peeking into the fitting room as Callie let the dress drop to pool about her feet, "Perhaps she just needs a training bra," Padraic grinned as he saw the flush of embarrassment fill Callie's face.

"Oh I am sure we can find something a bit nicer than that," the sales woman smiled kindly at the blushing girl, "May I make some suggestions?"

"Of course," Padraic said magnanimously, "But I will need to approve any purchases," he winked grinning at the woman. "The measurements first though please."

For almost an hour Callie was fondled and squeezed into sexy lingerie, push up bras that gave her small cleavage a boost, shelf bra's and corsets all with matching panties in various fabrics. As she stood to be laced up into the final corset she felt his larger fingers on her back rather than the woman's. "There is something very satisfying about tying you tightly in this, little girl," Padraic murmured in her ear closing the distance between them letting her feel his growing cock. He pulled the laces tighter making her breath become shallow as the garment constricted her. "Such a sexy little doll, teasing your Daddy all morning," his breath was hot on her neck as he whispered in her ear.

"You're the one who brought me here to try these things on. It's not like I teased you on purpose, or had a choice, Paddy," she said it with a belligerent tone using the name they had agreed she would call him in public.

Padraic stiffened, ripping the tags from the garments he growled, "That's one, Calliope." Callie jumped at the sudden change in his tone, "Leave those on and get dressed." Stalking back out to the sales woman he handed her the tags and asked her to ring up the final purchases. Callie emerged and stood behind him as he paid and gathered the bags before taking her hand and leading her from the store.

Striding through the shopping mall Padraic's face maintained the stern expression he had in the lingerie shop and Callie was grateful they were in public or she would be being spanked for sure. She struggled to keep up and by the time they entered another store she was panting in the restrictiveness of the too tight corset. 

Padraic was greeted like an old friend by a middle aged woman who hugged him and kissed his cheek before turning to inspect Callie. "What have you done to the girl Paddy? She is panting like a bitch in heat," the woman smirked.

"Nothing she hasn't deserved," he laughed easily, his smile broadening as he took in her blush, "Say hello to my old friend Miss Delilah, Calliope."

"Hello Delilah," Callie breathed uncomfortably.

"Oh she had a lot to learn Paddy," the woman cupped Callie's cheek, "You, little one, will call me Miss or Mistress, never Delilah, understand?"

"Yes Miss," Callie's face flamed more and she lowered her eyes.

"Good girl, now I suspect I know just what Paddy wants for you," Delilah led them deeper into the shop. "You have her measurements Paddy?"

"Some," he tapped a few buttons on his android and showed Delilah.

"She's quite lovely, Paddy. Where ever did you find her?" Delilah ran her hand over Callie's thigh and ass as she spoke making the girl squirm away from the touch.

Padraic frowned momentarily at Callie stilling her movements before replying, "Oh a distant relative," Padraic hedged, "The long lost daughter of a half brother's wife, etc, got herself in some trouble and I am helping her out," he paused to catch Callie's eye, "conditionally," Padraic chuckled.

Delilah grinned, "You always had a soft spot for the lost little doves, my friend. How fortunate for her that you were able to offer your expertise," The woman looked at Callie intently, "Drugs? Booze? Traffic violations?"

Callie had begun to turn red from embarrassment and anger that they were discussing her like she wasn't even there. She scowled and fidgeted from leg to leg gasping audibly as she heard Padraic laugh, "No, none of that she worked as a stripper in an affluent men's club and did a little selective prostitution on the side."

"Oh my," Delilah almost licked her lips, "Not the innocent she appears with all that blushing, is she?" Delilah turned to Callie, "Dress off, sweetie. Show me what I have to work with."

The woman had an aura of authority and Callie looked up at Padraic with a startled expression, "Do as she says, baby," he smirked enjoying the girls discomfort. 

"Right here? No way, where is the fitting room?" Callie was struggling to hold back her temper she wasn't some dumb bimbo that they could humiliate on demand.

Padraic moved closer towering over her and growled, "That's two. Don't push me, Callie. Now do what you were asked."

Callie reluctantly let the straps fall from her shoulders and the dress pool about her feet again. She looked around the empty shop as she stood clad in her new lingerie. "Happy?" Callie almost snarled.

"Not even close," Padraic's voice had grown darker with his expression, "That's three. Put the dress back on and come with me." He stormed to the front of the store dragging her behind him. Muttering over his shoulder that they would return she almost had to run to keep up with him.

Minutes later she found herself in a sporting goods store standing before a wall of ping pong paddles. "Choose," he said darkly, "because if you don't I will pick up one of those lumps of wood over there," he pointed towards a display of cricket bats, "and trust me, you will not like that at all."

His meaning began to dawn on her and she picked up a paddle encased in thick spongy rubber handing it to him. "I am sorry," Callie whispered, "I won't do it again. You don't need the paddle. I promise." She was pouting and trying her best little girl voice on him to get him to relent. 

Taking the paddle he said nothing turning and striding to the check out, paying for it and dragging her from the store back to Miss Delilah's. Delilah seeing what was happening hung the 'Back in 15 minute' sign on the door and locked it behind them following the pair as Padraic dragged the reluctant girl into the back stock room. Delilah produced three silk scarves handing two to Padraic she spoke with a low voice, "Not too much noise please, Paddy."

"You could always show her how the prison bitches would gag her if she doesn't start behaving herself," Padraic suggested, "Perhaps it would be a fitting punishment for being so rude in your store." He hefted the paddle in his hand watching the small girl tremble and look between him and Delilah.

Delilah's mouth curled into a cruel smile and she turned to advance on Callie, "Such a pretty little girl. In prison, the bitches would be lining up to take turns with you. Unless some big bitch decided to protect you and of course, make you her baby bitch." Padraic leaned back against the wall as he watched the woman advance on Callie, his cock throbbing to life.

"Yes, little girl. You will be very popular in prison. No freedoms, no phones, no men but lot s and lots of very friendly women. Have you been with a woman before?" Delilah smirked as the wide eyed girl shook her head and took another step backwards into the wall behind her. Delilah pressed up against her murmuring seductively, "Women are softer in some ways," she smiled and bent her head to kiss the girl melding her lips against Callie's softly. 

Callie wilted slightly under the soft kiss, parting her lips to the older woman's insistent tongue. She held still as the woman rubbed her soft rounder curves against Callie's smaller body. Callie's eyes flickered from the woman to Padraic who lounged against the far wall watching them. Delilah reached up and grabbed a handful of Callie's hair tightly in her fist whispering menacingly, "In other ways they are much harder."

Callie's squeals were covered by Delilah's lips once more. Callie was frightened. She knew bravado and bluster would only increase her punishment so she held still her eyes wide and body trembling. She was dragged down by her hair falling to her knees, her head tilted back with the weight of the hand pulling at her hair. Delilah widened her stance and straddled the small girl's face as she pulled aside her thong, exposing her pussy, expecting Callie to lick it. Her face was pushed into the moist pussy folds and Callie tried to think what she should do. 



"Just think what those big prison bitches will do to you, sweetie. Now lick it. Run your tongue up and down my pussy and you better make it good," Delilah warned.



Callie felt suffocated by the other woman's scent and struggled to comply. She tried to do some kind of French kiss and was encouraged at Delilah's reaction. She just kept going, exploring the unfamiliar sensations and textures, a little nauseated but strangely fascinated. The scent slowly became sweeter and more intoxicating and eventually, a gush of sticky sweet wetness covered her mouth and cheeks as the woman ground down into her face moaning deeply.

Callie was released to fall back onto the floor. She watched as Delilah walked unsteadily over to Padraic and kissed him deeply, "Thanks Paddy. She has a lot to learn but that was delightful."

Padraic grinned and gripped the older woman's ass with one hand, pushing her forward against his erection. "I quite enjoyed the show myself," he mused with a half smile. "It was a good lesson for her. My little girl has a lot to learn about manners and following rules." He looked past the woman to Callie who was still sitting sullenly on the floor watching them, "You need to thank Miss Delilah Callie, or should I get the paddle out again?"

Callie immediately answered, "Thank you Miss."

Delilah walked over and stroked the girls still damp cheek, "You're welcome sweetie, but mind your manners here, little girl. I am not usually that generous." She patted the girls head, speaking over her shoulder, "I will leave you alone for a moment while I put together some outfits for her. I know what you like."




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 02



Delilah left them and Padraic walked over to Callie, "Do we need to go over the rules again, Calliope? Perhaps now that you have had a taste would you rather be a prison bitch after all?"

Callie cringed. She didn't like it when he called her by her full name it sounded so formal from his lips like a distance had widened between them that she would have to work to bridge again. "No Daddy," she whispered.

"Then I expect you to be a good girl for the rest of the day. No sulking or tantrums, or Daddy will spank your little bottom until it glows," he picked up the discarded paddle meaningfully watching her shrink back. He smirked, his thoughts turning to his playroom at home. She would learn to accept and even enjoy his spankings in time.

Placing the paddle back in the shopping bad he held out his hand to her, "Come on, baby. We still have a lot to do, and Daddy is eager to get you home," he smiled at her.

Callie smiled back happy to see his stern face change into a smile. She rose from her place and went to him taking his outstretched hand and walking with him back into the store. Delilah held several outfits in front of Callie as Padraic nodded or shook his head. Callie said nothing as clothes were kept or discarded, finally he held a pink and white tartan skirt out to her, "Put this on," he said abruptly.

She sucked in her bottom lip and slipped the straps of her summer dress off her shoulders letting it pool about her feet. She took the skirt from him and wriggled into it while she stood in the centre of the shop which had been reopened. The pink and white corset she had been laced into matched the skirt perfectly and she spun for her Daddy as he twirled his fingers in front of her.

Picking her dress up from the floor Padraic handed it to Delilah, "Bag it all up. We will take those things."

Delilah gave them a large shopping sac to put all their purchases in along with the ones from her store and they left hand in hand. "Are you hungry, baby?" Padraic asked as they passed the food court, "It past lunchtime, you must be hungry."

"Yes please," Callie nodded, "Lunch would be good."

"You can choose for us then," he was interested to see what she liked and would choose for them.

"Anything," she asked. Padraic nodded and she quickly scanned the area, smiling as she saw a Hanachi stall. She ordered for them and they went to sit in the noisy overcrowded court area with large steaming bowls of Japanese curry and rice. Callie was starving and ate without talking making Padraic smile and he watched her eating slowly himself.

Having eaten, Callie obediently followed Padraic to a shoe shop, where she was given boots, docs and high heels and then onto a jewellers. A thick gold chain was draped around her throat and fitted with a decorative padlock in the shape of a heart. It was snug around her throat but as she looked into the small mirror she saw how the heart nestled perfectly into the base of her throat and smiled up at Padraic, "It's beautiful."

"As are you baby," he ran his finger around the chain caressing her neck making her shiver in pleasure.

Leaving the chain in place around her neck, Padraic paid for it and they left the store, heading into an electronics store. He bought a new notebook for her taking a lot of time talking with the store technicians about how he would like it set up and what he would need in order to monitor its use. Finally satisfied he made the purchase. Weighed down with shopping bags, they made their way back out to the car park.

Callie looked at the all the bags filling the boot of the car and widened her eyes realising it was all for her. He hadn't bought himself anything. Turning to him, she leaned up to kiss his cheek whispering, "Thank you, Daddy. It's so much."

"We aren't done yet," he smirked and opened the car door for her.

She looked surprised as she climbed into the car, "Where are we going?" she asked.

"You will see," he winked at her and closed her door.

Twenty minutes later Padraic led Calliope into a large adult store, greeting the owner by name and smiling as he overtly looked Callie up and down. "Odin this is my little girl, Calliope," Padraic introduced the girl.

"Hello, little one. Aren't you just as cute as a button," Odin practically leered at her.

Callie blushed to the core as she stammered, "Hello, ummmm, Sir." Her eyes flicked to Padraic to check she had said the right thing this time. She did not want another punishment like at Miss Deliliah's. The men smiled at her and she let go of the breath she had not realised she had been holding.

"Go have a look around, baby," Padraic encouraged and as she wandered off to the near by shelves she could hear the men murmuring amongst themselves. Shelves holding the usual paraphernalia greeted her. Dildo's and vibrators, ass plugs and beads, gimmicky games and novelty items for parties and hen's nights While she was not innocent or naïve she had never really owned any sex toys before. She could get sex whenever she wanted so she had never really thought about it. 

She was used to getting exactly what she wanted and had no qualms about using her looks or her body to get it. If this was Paddy's thing then she would play along, as long as he kept her out of jail. In the end she knew she could wrap him around her little finger. She just had to play the game until she worked him out properly.

He had been very generous today. There was a car boot full of clothes shoes and a computer for her, to prove it. She smiled fingering the heavy gold chain still wrapped about her throat. Fucking him was turning out to be more lucrative than stripping and whoring in the club. She had barely been with him one day and while he had fucked her brains out last night and this morning, the pay off was pretty good not including the constant humiliations he seemed to enjoy tormenting her with.

Padraic moved to a shelf and returned to the counter with a small box as she continued to browse through shelves. Keeping a careful watch on Callie, Padraic saw the things she picked up and looked at curiously. She appeared to be more innocent than he had thought as her brow furrowed time and again. The shelves became more bondage orientated toward the back of the store. He smiled as her hand reached out to stroke leather or fur surfaces and occasionally pick up something that had piqued her curiosity.

He had a playroom full of toys at home but he was fascinated in her reactions so he went follow her as she made her way to the back wall, leaving Odin with the toy he wanted to make sure the batteries were working. Moving up behind her and draping his arms over her shoulders to pull her back against him, he murmured, "See anything you want?"

Callie blushed, "I don't really know what half this stuff is for," she admitted. "I mean I know the basics vibes and dildos and shit," he frowned at her and she quickly went on, "I mean stuff, but there are some pretty chains that have weird ends on them over there and what look like fox tails."

Padraic's smile returned, "For a little whore you are sweetly naïve, Calliope," His eyes crinkled at the corners in genuine humour. "Daddy will teach you all about this stuff, don't worry. Show me the pretty chains you like baby."

Leading him to a shelf she picked up a string of pink and white glass beads that matched the outfit she was wearing the ends of the string of beads appearing to be tweezers. "I am guessing these aren't to pluck your eyebrows," she giggled.

Padraic chuckled, "No, definitely not. They're for your nipples."

Her eyes went wide and she looked at the display again. The decorative chains and their range of ends, some looking decidedly cruel with metal teeth or intricate workings. "Oh..." she breathed as the meaning dawned on her.

"Let me show you," he said, "these are quite mild on the scale of clamp types." He pulled the material of the corset down and manhandled her breast into view as she blushed deeply. Bending his head he suckled at the small pink bud until it began to swell and stand to attention for him. Applying the tweezers to her nipple he slid the metal ring up the tweezers until it tightened enough to grip the flesh without being painful. Copying the same procedure with the other breast he smirked at her as he tightened the tweezers further until she whimpered.

"Ow Daddy, that one hurts," she watched his smile as he gazed down on her going back to the first breast and tightening the tweezers more until she squealed and panted, "Ow Daddy, ow." Her nipples throbbed and small tendrils of pain wound their way into her breast as he adjusted the chain to fall between them.

"Good girl," he murmured and bent his head to kiss the tip of each tortured nipple. "Daddy will buy these for you. They suit you very nicely. Let's go show Odin."

Callie balked and the blush returned to her cheeks, "Come on, baby," Padraic said as he pulled on the chain making her wince and whimper, before following him. "We'll take these too, my friend. They suit her, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, very pretty indeed, and a good choice for a first set of clamps," Odin's eyes lingered on the small breasts rising above the too tight corset. "She is certainly a beautiful little girl, Padraic, congratulations."

"Thanks my friend," Padraic said proudly, "The toy ready to go?" Odin nodded sliding a small collection of items across the counter with a grin. Padraic picked up a purple cylinder about the size of a large tampon and held it on his palm before her. "This is what is commonly known as an egg or a bullet and it goes inside that sweet little pussy of yours, baby."

He grinned watching her eyes widen, turning her around by her shoulders he placed his hand in the middle of her back and spoke quietly, "Bend over, baby, it will only take a minute."

"But Daddy," Callie whined. 

"That's one," Padraic's voice deepened. Humiliation filled her blushing face as she reluctantly let him bend her by the force of his hand on her back. 

"Be a good girl, Calliope," he snapped, "No more complaints or tantrums today remember." She died a little inside sagging in shame as the pretty chain swung down from her nipples, pulling at them, making her whimper more. She felt his hand pull her panties aside and run the toy up and down her moist slit before pushing it into her slowly. She was whimpering and panting heavily feeling his hands and fingers caress her stroking her panties back into place and running his hands over her ass he let her stand.

Turning back around she looked into his eyes seeing his pleasure at her discomfort. She glanced quickly at Odin who was smiling equally wide and lowered her head, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. She was glad there were no other customers in the store at this time of the afternoon and she looked up as Padraic started speaking again.

"This," he held out his hand to her again, "is the remote control for that little toy inside you." Callie reached up toward it and he took his hand away. "No, baby, this is Daddy's toy." As if to emphasise the point he pressed a button and laughed hearing her squeal and her eyes flare open. 

Callie felt the toy come to life within her, clamping her muscles around the toy it buzzed against her g spot and the sensations caused butterflies to erupt in her tummy. She heard him laugh as he clicked the button twice more the toy vibrating stronger and stronger within her, making her tremble and her legs go weak. She felt his hand on her left breast and the clamp come away making her cry out tears stinging her eyes as pain, pleasure and humiliation mixed within her to topple her over the edge of orgasm. She would have fallen collapsing onto the floor had his hand not snaked around her waist to hold her upright as his mouth descended on the freed nipple suckling and licking it softly.

She floated on a high, unlike anything she had ever experienced before her small body jerking with delicious spasms of pure pleasure. She forgot where she was and even who she was as the second clamp was pulled from her. Tears ran down her face as she came again, her eyes rolled and she dwelt in pure sensation. Coming back to her senses she realised the buzzing had stopped and Padraic held her cradled in his arms on his lap murmuring, "Daddy's adorable little slut. You're such a good girl for Daddy." 

Callie blinked her eyes at him trying to focus. He looked so happy his eyes filled with something she didn't recognise. Her body was still quivering as she whispered, "Wow, that was mind blowing."

"What do you need to say to Daddy for giving you such mind blowing pleasure?" Padraic regarded her still smiling.

"Ummm Thank you, Daddy?" she queried.

"You're welcome, baby, but you have teased your Daddy all day and he will not last till we get home without some relief," he pushed her off his lap to her knees before him. Looking around for the first time since opening her eyes she realised they were in a large fitting room, Padraic sitting in an ornate chair.

He stood above her and dropped his pants and boxers before sitting back down, looking up at him coquettishly she licked her lips and moved closer to his cock. This was when she felt her own power over him, he needed and wanted her. She could make him feel that same pleasure she just had. This was where she could the upper hand, if she could do it right. Callie ran through the night before in her head, the movie and the choking head job she had given him after it. 

Callie lapped at the shaft gliding up and down until it shone wetly before rolling her tongue around the head and kissing the tip of his cock as if in worship. Parting her lips she snaked her tongue out to dip into the small slit there tasting him as he groaned making her smile and suck the head into her mouth fluttering her tongue beneath it. She lifted a hand to his heavy ball sac and squeezed lightly as she filled her mouth with his cock bobbing her head deeper until she gagged.

Padraic reached down and fisted her hair. He had had an erection of sorts since they had been at Delilah's and his need to feed his baby was strong, he knew he wouldn't last long. He pulled her head down forcefully onto his cock feeling her struggle to swallow as she gurgled and choked around him. He could feel his cum rising from his balls but it was too soon and he pulled her head back off him looking at her tear streaked face, the long strands of saliva still connecting her open gasping mouth to his cock. 

"Fuck," Padraic growled and pushed her head down to his ball sac. Callie licked out with a wide tongue before sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time. She could feel the pebbled flesh tighten under her tongue and she lapped over him softly. He pulled her up to his cock again pushing her open mouth down onto him. She fluttered her tongue as he began to guide her up and down again. He was groaning loudly and after a few strokes only, he held her tightly in place and came into her mouth. "Swallow it all, baby, feed on Daddy's cum," he growled at her as she gulped down the copious load.

"You're a lucky man, Paddy," Odin said from the doorway, "She is an amazing little slut."

"She will be once I have trained her properly," Padraic chuckled.

His last comment took the power Callie thought she had held briefly away from her again, and she pouted softly. Padraic took up a small towel and cleaned his cock and balls off before throwing the towel down between her legs and pulling up his pants. "Clean yourself up, baby, and come out when you're ready."

Callie had cleaned herself up as best she could and was just smoothing her clothes back into place when Odin appeared at the door again. "Here," he said throwing her a small white shirt, "its getting cool outside now. Try this on and come out and show us." She quickly slipped on the shirt blushing at the words on it, 'I heart my daddy', and turned to leave the room. 

Padraic grinned widely as he saw her and thanked Odin for the shirt, "Oh the pleasure was all mine I can assure you. My little girl is in for a very rough time when I get home after that display." The men chuckled and Callie blushed more. "Bring Callie for a play date sometime. We don't meet very many other little girls and their Daddies and Suzie has missed you since...," he paused and looked at Callie, "Well for a long time now."

"Sure," Padraic replied, "But let me keep this one's whorish little ass out of jail first. I will give you a call next week." While Callie died of shame again he took her hand and walked from the store. "It's getting late, one more stop then home for us baby." Padraic opened her door and gave her the small bag holding the clamps smiling he leant down and kissed her murmuring, "Daddy adores you, little girl."

Callie was stunned. No one truly cared about her. This was just a contract position, a transaction of sorts where he helped her out of trouble and she fucked him, simple. She sighed when he closed her door, then why did his words make her feel happy and cared for. She needed to get a grip. She had learnt the hard way not to trust people who said they loved her. She wasn't going to fall into that trap again. But when he slid into the car beside her and leant over to kiss her again she felt the warm fuzzy feeling stay with her.

Climbing into his own his seat he kissed his girl and he sped off down the road. About ten minutes from home he pulled into a supermarket.  Producing the list she had made this morning he scanned it quickly and got out motioning her to do the same. The car park was far from empty and she was surprised, mentioning it to Padraic. He shrugged, "A lot of people shop on their way home form work these days since shops are open late every night."

While not crowded the supermarket was busy. They talked for the first time about general things as they shopped. Padraic loved to cook so it didn't matter if she knew how to or not he could teach her if she wanted but he was happy to cook for them. He asked about her preferences and she his. They went through the aisles and if she wanted something, she would pop it in the trolley. If he disapproved he would take it back out and put it back on the shelf. He frowned at her more than once saying she had a very unhealthy diet and needed to look after herself better. 

They spent the longest time in the cereal isle as he vetoed her choice time and time again, "But Daddy," she wheedled, "they are so yummyyyyyyyyy."

"Baby," his voice lowered ominously, "Daddy said no. Now choose something without so much sugar." 

Reluctantly she put the Cocoa Pops back and picked up Fruit Loops, again he shook his head. She pouted and picked up honey smacks, this time he grinned but still shook his head. "Fine," Callie sighed, "You choose something but no dried up crusty fruit in it or bran flakes or prunes..." she knew she was on shaky ground listing things traditionally aimed at old people.

Callie felt the buzzing deep inside her pussy start again and she gasped looking up at him. He had his hand in his pocket and was smirking at her. "No tantrums, baby. Be a good girl and do what Daddy says," his voice was deceptively soft.

Callie turned to scan the shelves again. She held up frosty flakes hopefully and he rolled his eyes at her the buzzing increasing making her gasp and her breath quicken. She looked at the honey and almond special K that didn't sound so bad and special K was good according to the commercials, so she held it up looking at him. He nodded and she felt the buzzing subside as she placed it in the shopping cart. 

Callie grumbled under her breath about mean Daddy's and felt the buzzing start again. "That's three Calliope. You know what that means when we get home?"

Callie became wide eyed and looked around the store. Moving close to him she kissed his cheek and said in her cutest voice, "I am sorry Daddy."




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 02



"You will be Calliope, and don't try to schmooze me like that. It will not work, if you break the rules, you will be punished," he looked at her sternly, even though inside he was totally enchanted by the girl he was getting to know more about.

In the personal care aisle, he surprised her by happily chatting about panty liners tampons and the timing and strength of her cycle. Men and boys she knew avoided the subject like the plague. He bought her a decent razor rather than the cheap disposable ones she usually got and bought a myriad of hair accessories for her including a straightener when she asked. The trolley was way past full when they finally got the check out.

They passed a newsagency as they were heading back to the car and she looked up at him to ask a question then closed her mouth thinking she shouldn't push her luck. Always acutely aware of the girl, he stopped and looked at her, "You were going to say?" he prompted her.

"Well", she hedged, "Would it be okay if I got some art paper and pencils?" She saw the surprise on his face, "It's just I like to draw. I am not great but I enjoy it and if I have some free time maybe..." her voice trailed off.

Padraic stood near the counter with the cart as she went into the shelves and picked up a visual diary checking the pages were nice thick paper and some soft lead and coloured pencils a nice new sharpener and big soft eraser. Pursing her lips she looked at the soft chalky pastels in a box and shrugged, 'No harm in asking,' she thought to herself.

Padraic happily bought everything she had chosen and they left heading for home. The short distance flew by and as he pulled into the garage he turned and smiled at her. "I have been wanting to get you home since we left this morning. We wont be doing big shopping trips like that again for a while. Come on baby, out you get." Leaving the shopping in the car he took her hand and pulled her into the house and into the living room. Falling into a chair he pulled her across his lap and growled down at her, "How many broken rules today, baby?"

She squeaked, her mind raced, as she wriggled, "But, Daddy. I was sorry I won't do it again. Please, Daddy." She felt the buzzing start within her again intensely and she squealed as he smacked her ass.

"How many baby? Answer Daddy," his voice was thick and deep as he caressed her squirming ass smacking it again to hear her squeal.

"The first three and three more Daddy, six," she cried out as his hand descended again. "Six!"

"Good now count as I spank you, Baby. If you don't count we'll start again," his hand descended harder than he had ever smacked her before and she cried out... 

"Owwwwwwwwwwww, Daddy..."

"You can count, can't you, baby? Let's try again," his hand smacked her again leaving a large red print.

"One!" Callie yelped breathlessly, his hand rapidly descended again on her other cheek as she cried out "Two!" and then "Three."

"Good girl," he growled as he stopped to rub at her cheeks feeling the heat emanate from them, Raising his hand again he delivered three more harsh blows as she counted between sobbing cries. Picking her up, he carried her to the dining table and lay her on her back with her legs dangling from the end. He pulled her panties off and parting her legs he pushed his thick fingers into her warm wet hole to retrieve the buzzing toy. His other hand turned it off and he lifted it to her lips, "Open baby, suck this toy clean."

She was whimpering as he fed her the toy his fingers still fucking her roughly as her hips rocked. Discarding the toy to undo his jeans he leaned over her, loving the tear streaked face that looked up at him, his deep voice low and thick with desire, "Tell Daddy what you need little girl."

This answer she knew, he needed to hear her beg every time he had taken her, "Fuck me Daddy please. Fuck me like only Daddy can."

Stepping out of his jeans and boxers that had fallen about his ankles he pulled his fingers from her dripping hole and pushed into her unrelentingly until he was totally embedded. He pulled her feet up to his shoulders and bent forward almost doubling her over as he growled, "Yes Daddy knows how you like it, baby, hard and deep"

Reaching forward he mauled at her small breasts pinching the nipples through the fabric of her shirt as he pounded into her. Pulling from her suddenly he flipped her over handling her like a rag doll, the red ass meeting his eyes as she entered her again on a different angle. Picking up the discarded toy he pulled his cock out of her again rolling the toy in all the slimy little girl juices that gushed from her. Entering her roughly again the sound of her cry was music to his ears. "Daddy's little slut loves being fucked, doesn't she?"

"Yes. Oh Yes Daddy fuck me Daddy," Callie could feel all the butterflies filling her tummy again as her legs began to shake.

Padraic watched her, his lust urging him on, her words making him impossibly harder as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the small toy to her puckering hole. She lifted her head and howled like a bitch as he forced it into her, "Yes even your ass is Daddy's, dirty girl," he smacked her already red ass and roared "Cum" at her, "Cum on Daddy's fat cock."

She toppled over the edge of the abyss, his pain and pleasure sending her where he wanted. Her pussy clenched and clamped around his cock in spasms milking at him as he came with her roaring out his desire. He collapsed over her breathing raggedly. "You are such a fucking hot sexy bitch, my baby. Daddy can't get enough of you."

Pulling out from her and standing up he caressed her tiny red ass. Her tight muscles had expelled the toy as soon as his hand had let it go and he felt his cock twitch at the thought of fucking her ass one day soon. He ran his hands up pushing the shirt to her shoulders. He carefully unlaced her corset and let it hanging from her as he picked up the still quivering girl and carried her to the bathroom. Turning on the taps he started the bath running as he undressed her. 

"You make me a very happy Daddy, Callie," he smiled down at her. "Clean daddy's cock for him baby," He said quietly. She knelt before him and looking up she lapped and licked the drying cum from his cock and balls before suckling him into her mouth and feeling him begin to harden again. Picking her up into his arms he kissed her, "Enough for now, baby. I still have the car to unpack. He placed her gently in the bath and squirted in some bubbles before shutting off the water. "Relax for a few minutes. Daddy will be back."

Callie let the warm water and soothing bubble lotion ease the discomfort from her ass and pussy as she soaked. She touched the chain about her throat he was very generous to her today. He had spoilt her in many ways. It was the public humiliations that made her cringe. She knew she could handle the spankings and honestly she had never been fucked quite the same way and her orgasms, wow, he knew how to make her cum hard. His face appeared in her mind, the one that said he was pleased with her. She was sure she could win him over and hold the power in this bizarre relationship if she could just keep him happy.

Her mind played over his words to her, "I adore you, little girl," he had said. Her mouth twisted as she tried to work out the meaning behind his words. Callie had had to be independent as a child, her father's early death and her mothers drinking and distractions had lead her to rely on herself. She didn't have close bonds with anyone really. She resented her mother, she barely knew her grandparents, and the man she now called Daddy, had once been the closest thing to family she had before he disappeared from her life for a number of years.

She dated a bit but she was quiet at school and mostly overlooked. She didn't understand her friends that fell in love and seemed to change. The closest relationship she had formed at school was with her history teacher, Mr Lewis. He had fascinated her with his stories about one culture or another. He was probably the same age as Padraic, she mused. She had had a school girl crush of sorts on him. He made her feel safe in his own way, just letting her hang out away from the mean girls who ruled the school and listen to his stories. She compared the two men in her head and smiled and admitted there was something she enjoyed about being with older men.

'Yes,' she thought, 'I can wrap Daddy around my little finger. I just have to please him, like tonight. He said he was a very happy Daddy.' She thought some more, there were much worse options, her vivid imagination went to a big woman named Bertha who looked a little like Delilah, waiting for her at the prison gates and she shuddered. Her mind was spinning and she felt a little lonely after being in his constant company all day long, "Daddy," she called out, "Can I get out now?"

Padraic smirked, one day and she was already asking his permission for basic things. Training this girl would be easy. He left putting away the groceries and went back to the bathroom. "Okay, baby, out you come," he held a big fluffy towel open for her. She hopped out and he scooped her up in the towel hugging her tightly, before rubbing her down with the towel and leading her out the dining room, "All the new things are on the table. I bought you some jammies from the lingerie place. See if you can find them," he pointed to the bags on the table and went back to the kitchen.

It was an open plan house and only the breakfast bench separated the kitchen from the dining room. Callie held up a couple of pieces of skimpy clothing, "This one?" she asked for the third time.

"No," he smiled at her, "Daddy will find it," he went through the bags quickly and pulled out an almost transparent blue baby doll nightie, "here put this on and come sit up at the bench and talk to me while I make dinner."

"I am glad you don't expect me to cook. I am a whiz at microwave dinners but that's about it. Mum really wasn't the Martha Stewart type," Callie grimaced.

"Didn't you learn at school?" Padraic asked.

"I could have I suppose but it was an elective subject and I wanted to do history instead," she explained.

"Guess it was a bit different when I was at school," he lamented, "You like history then?"

"Oh yes," my history teacher was wonderful, "Mr Lewis made it all seem so very real somehow."

Padraic raised an eyebrow at the name, "I know a teacher, Carl Lewis, maybe the same one?" he asked. 

Callie looked up in surprise. "I think that was his first name, small world I suppose. He was very nice to me."

"Oh I just bet he was. A sexy little girl like you in his class," Padraic smirked. "Would he give you a character reference if we asked? Or were you a bad girl at school?"

Callie laughed, "No I was the quiet bookish type while I was there. Why do I need a character reference?"

"You are being charged with prostitution, Callie. Every little bit helps. We an ring him later and ask I have his number somewhere," Padraic stopped seeing look of horror on Callie's face.

"Oh no do you have to tell him why I need it?" Callie almost whined.

Padraic reached out and stroked her cheek, "Carl is a Daddy Dom, baby. He wont think badly of you. He is a dirty old man that will probably be quite delighted that you became a little whore and now are a Daddy's girl."

Callie looked up at him, he said it so matter-of-factly like it was something to be proud of rather than feeling the deep humiliation that she felt at having to tell Mr Lewis what she had become. 

Seeing her blush and pout, Padraic changed the conversation. They chatted on about their shared love of history and his pleasure that she wouldn't mind his watching the history channel rather than MTV. This made Callie giggle. Eventually he put a chicken Caesar salad in front of her and sat beside her to eat. 

Callie picked at the salad, "Eat it all baby, then you can have a treat," he said softly, "You need to eat better if you are going to keep up with Daddy." He flexed his biceps making her giggle again.

Sighing Callie speared a cos leaf curling it into her mouth. Padraic smiled, he purposefully hadn't bought many treats shopping knowing he had plenty here at home already, but from the things he had put back that she wanted he knew she would like what he had in stock. They finished eating after some cajoling by Padraic for Callie to eat all of the salad and he left her to clean the kitchen while he put away some more of their shopping. 

Coming back into the kitchen he took out two bowls and placed two brownies in the microwave. Winking at her, he went to the freezer taking out a large tub. Placing the hot brownies in the bowls he covered them with her favourite mint choc chip ice-cream and drizzled chocolate ice magic over the top. Callie grinned but before she could grab her spoon he picked up the dishes and walked into his study. He placed her bowl on his desk and pulled up a chair for her as he sat on the opposite side with his

They ate silently as Padraic pulled out an old phone book and leafed through the pages before picking up the phone. "Hello, Carl. It's Paddy. It's been a long time huh?" He paused.

"Yeah, it took me a while to get over her but I am a Daddy again," there was a pause as the other person spoke at length. "I am just going to put you on speaker for a moment, Carl, so my little girl can hear."

"Sure, mate," the strangely familiar voice radiated from the phone and Callie froze mid bite. "Like I was saying, you are welcome to come back to Sunday school again. We have a nice little group now."

"Yeah Odin told me he and Suzie still go, but I am just a little concerned about one thing," Padraic smirked at Callie. "Tell me, Carl, do you still teach high school history as well as lecturing at night sometimes?"

"I have scaled back, mate. Only do two days at high school now, spending more time at the university," Carl chuckled. 

"I think you might have taught my little girl a few years ago, Carl. She speaks very highly of you if it's the same Mr Lewis. Her name is Calliope," Padraic waited through the long pause.

"Yes," Carl said slowly, "I remember a little Calliope but nothing happened. She was a student for goodness sakes, and well under age."

Padraic chuckled, "Oh I wasn't accusing, mate. It's just she has got herself into a bit of trouble and could use a good character reference from someone of your standing in the community."

"Such a sweet girl she was, innocent and naïve. How could she be in trouble?" Carl mused. "Calliope, are you listening? Are you alright?"

"Yes Mr Lewis," she said in a shaky voice, "Daddy is being very good to me and says he can keep me out of jail."

"Jail?!" Carl asked incredulously. "You were always such a good girl Calliope what happened sweetie?"

Callie gulped and with tears shining in her eyes she couldn't answer. Padraic cleared his throat, "Why don't you call by tomorrow Carl? I can take the character reference and you can see her."

"Yeah, that would be good. How does three sound? I have classes in the morning," Carl seemed to be considering his schedule, "I could make it earlier if you need."

"Three's fine, Carl. You have my address?" Padraic asked.

Padraic repeated his address for Carl and they exchanged small pleasantries before Carl spoke directly to Callie again. "Don't worry, Calliope I will help as much as I can, be a good girl for your Daddy now."

"Yes Mr Lewis," Callie almost whispered.

The phone call ended and Callie burst into tears. Padraic got up and came around the desk to her picking her up and cradling her in his arms. "Baby don't cry. He can help us in your defence."

"Why him?" she sobbed, "I don't want him to know why I got arrested." Callie sobbed pitifully, "He was so nice to me at school," she stopped short of admitting her crush on him.

"It's been a big day, baby, bedtime for you I think," he kissed her teary cheeks and walked with her in his arms to her room.

As he lay her down in her bed she clung to him, "Don't go," she said in a small voice.

Laying down beside her Padraic kissed her tenderly, lingeringly, "I wont leave you baby, not ever. Daddy is here." They continued to kiss deeply and passionately he pulled her against him as they made out. Lifting her leg over his hip he entered her slowly and with feeling fucking her slowly and gently. Time seemed to go slowly as they kissed and fucked slowly lovingly his hand moving between them to tease at her clit, "Cum for Daddy baby, cum with Daddy."

Small delicious waves rolled through her body as she quivered in is arms and felt him pulse inside her filling her with cum. So very unlike their earlier encounters Callie looked up into his face with wide green eyes and kissed him again deeply, whispering, "Thank you, Daddy."



Calliope's Daddy Ch. 03



Authors note: Every character on this story is over the age of 18 and while there is talk of the past no sexual shenanigans went on with any person under the age of 18. Thank you once again to my copy editor LaRascasse who, has made his life's work to kill every semi colon he sees in my writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

~ellie



Laying down beside her Padraic kissed her tenderly, lingeringly, "Daddy is here." They continued to kiss deeply and passionately. He pulled her against him as they made out. Lifting her leg over his hip he entered her slowly and with feeling stroking into her gently. Time seemed to go slowly as they kissed and fucked lovingly his hand moving between them to tease at her clit, "Cum for Daddy baby, cum with Daddy."

Small delicious waves rolled through her body as she quivered in his arms and felt him pulse inside her filling her with cum. So very unlike their earlier harsher encounters, Callie looked up into his face with wide green eyes and kissed him again deeply, whispering, "Thank you, Daddy."

Padraic left Callie once he was certain she was asleep. Pulling on his boxers he went out the door. He too was exhausted but he was fastidious and exacting in all things. His work colleagues called him a control freak but he preferred to think of style as more discerning. He liked things to be a certain way, His home, His work and His love and he was prepared to work to have the things he wanted how he wanted them. Compromise was not something he did well. He went to the study to retrieve their ice cream bowls and take them to the kitchen, smiling to himself. Callie was what he wanted. She would, in time, be his perfect little angel and today was a wonderful start. He had not been this happy in a long time.

As he cleaned the bowls his mind drifted back to several years before. Her name was Michelle but to him she had simply been Shelly. They had fulfilled each others needs, two halves of a whole. Dominant and submissive, Daddy and baby girl, Master and slave, she had wanted and needed all of the training he gave her. They explored so much of the darker side of BDSM together and he had thought her as happy as himself until she left him for another.

They had attended a wild weekend with the Hell Fire Club, one of the largest BDSM Clubs in their state, who once a month put on gatherings of one sort or another. Trusting each other they had invited others to play with them from time to time always returning home in each others arms. Shelly had become very friendly with another submissive girl, Meredith, through this club and that particular wild weekend, the submissive made her move on Shelly.

Meredith belonged to a man who encouraged his girls to actively seek other subs to join their household. Meredith wanted Shelly as her own sub and had told Shelly about the life of being a switch. The idea of a polyamorous household fired Shelly's imagination. It seemed to her like the Hell Fire party could go on forever in that house.

Padraic had been heart broken when she had come to him and begged for release. She was young and vivacious and there was so much more she wanted to explore that he couldn't or wouldn't give her. He turned his back on her and let her go. Walking away from her he had said "Go then" and walked into his den as she packed. He had decided there and then that he would not invest so much in a submissive again. That was until Callie came into his life. She needed someone to care. She needed some structure and stability in her out of control life. Callie needed a Daddy to love her.

Padraic knew he would need to be harsh, unrelenting and possibly cruel at first to make her see Daddy knew best. But he saw so much potential in her in the last two days, that he knew her training would not be traumatic for either of them. If anything he looked forward to the challenge of dominating the sassy, feisty young girl. As a half brother to Callie's real father he had seen her grow up as a sweet natured quiet girl. He had been surprised when he had received the call from her mother out of the blue. Desperate and emotional, Callie's mother had begged him to help her out of control daughter.

Padraic had expected a drug addict or filthy overused slut when he arrived at the jail to bail her out. What he found was a sassy little princess who trusted no one. When raging at him had failed to get her what she wanted she had attempted to seduce him. Padraic chuckled quietly remembering her clumsy attempt and the look of shock on her face when he had demanded better from her. The little princess was not used to be criticised or put in her place.

Padraic looked at the bags still sitting on the table. He had begun her transformation today, and though it was an expensive outing he had been very pleased with the results. If he took the bags into her room now he would not be able to help himself but to wake her again, so he picked up the art supplies she had chosen and the new notebook computer and walked into his study with them. 

Placing them on his desk momentarily he moved some furniture around and went to retrieve an old battered school desk from the playroom. He bought it when a local school had sold off all their old furniture years ago, the flip lid made an amazing banging sound that took him back to his own childhood. Settling it in the corner with a too large chair behind it he placed her supplies within flipping through the blank pages of the visual diary considering how she could use that for his pleasure.

Returning to the playroom she selected a few items to take to his study. It would be some time before she was ready to play in here but he would need to start testing her limits. Emptying a small decorative chest he began to repack it with the toys he had selected, as well as several restraints. His mind's eye imagined a few modifications he would need to make to his study which would become their temporary training room.

Taking the chest to his study he looked around and moved a few more things about. He hadn't shared his study with Shelly but she had known he was a Dominant when she came to live with him. She had enjoyed his playroom as much as he. Callie was still naïve in many ways but she would learn and he was happy to take it slowly with her. He had no doubt that she would enjoy the training as much as he did once this week and the court case was over and she signed his formal contract agreeing to stay with him for no less than 13 months.

Gathering the remaining bags from the table he made his way to her room. Letting the light shine in from outside the room he waited for his eyes to adjust before as quietly as possible putting her new clothes away. Unable to resist the girl he stood above her and stroked a finger lightly over her cheek trailing it down her throat and over her small breasts. Callie stirred but didn't open her eyes.

Padraic felt his cock stir again, 'fuck' he thought, 'this is the girl I have waited for.' With his cock growing harder with each stroke of his hand over her small body he pinched her nipple lightly, loving the answering whimper as her eyes fluttered and closed again. 

Smiling he pinched the other nipple, "Daddy," she whimpered plaintively. He smiled as he attached the tweezer clamps and tightened them to the point they would hold without being overly painful. The bed was purposefully built higher than average so a girl would be made to climb into it and so it was thigh high for Padraic. One hand travelled tickling down her body to her hot wet cunt as the other slowly teasingly tightened the clamps further.

Padraic delved his fingers into her wet little hole holding his thumb against her clit as he stretched her again. Callie was panting now and though her eyes remained closed, he turned her head toward him. He rubbed his cock over her lips smearing them with precum and groaned as she parted them and licked out with a small pink tongue.

Callie was enjoying the dream like state that remained while she kept her eyes closed, her nipples throbbed and sent tendrils of pain into her breasts that flowed through her body to meet with the tingling feeling he gave her as he finger fucked her tight hole. She found herself wanting to suck his cock in her heat and need, parting her lips to lick and lap at him, the taste driving her to suck him into her mouth. Her hips bucked and rolled against his fingers as he began to thrust into her mouth.

Padraic's desire to dominate this girl over came him and he placed his free hand behind her head guiding her movements deeper turning her upper body to him as he fucked her mouth, her gagging spurring him on, his fingers curling to her G spot. Pulling from her mouth he demanded, "Who do you belong to baby? Who's your Daddy?"

She was panting her eyes flickering open as her hips rolled and bucked still over his hand, "You, Daddy!" 

Quickly he rolled her to her belly pulling her legs off the bed and raising her ass with a pillow placed under her hips. The tweezers on her nipples bent and pulled against her as he moved her body making her squeal and he entered her roughly. She knew what he wanted and she gasped, "Please Daddy fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big Daddy cock."

Padraic heard her words and pounded into her hard and unrelentingly. He needed this girl he needed to have a girl of his own again. He fucked her hard and fast and as he felt his balls tighten and his cum rising he reached beneath her to pull off the nipple clamps roughly, basking in her cries as she came with him. He growled out the words... "You're Daddy's little fuck toy aren't you? You're Daddy's little whore now."

"Yes, Daddy, yes," was all Callie could get out as pain and pleasure flared through her body she was amazed that the names he called her made her hotter and her body shake more in pleasure. "Yes Daddy's fuck toy," as the words left her mouth she came. Her cunt began to spasm and milk at his cock drawing out his orgasm.

Padraic roared as he came, he collapsed over her his ragged breath strong in her ear. "Yes, baby, you are mine now." He climbed onto the bed and pulled her to him kissing her deeply. "Mm such a good girl for her Daddy," Padraic placed his hands on her shoulders and started to push guiding her down his body, "Clean Daddy's cock, baby, show him how much you love it."

Callie lapped and licked at his softening shaft and balls before taking him into her mouth. The two fell asleep with Callie's lips wrapped around Padraic's cock like a pacifier.

.....................

Padraic woke with the head of his swollen cock still within the sleeping girls lips. He groaned, barely moving before finally he pushed further unable to help himself. Responsively, she suckled. Callie woke as the cock in her mouth moved. Not quite awake and thinking it still a dream she tightened her lips around the cock. After barely more than ten strokes he came and she sucked all of it down draining him completely as he growled. Pulling her up to him he kissed her and stroked her hair until she fell back to sleep.

Padraic rolled from the bed and walked softly from the room. He went to shower and shave before heading to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Padraic longed for her company. He had been alone so long and to him she was a perfect fit. Perhaps it was fate that Callie had come into his life now when he was finally ready to move on from what had happened with Shelly. She needed someone to look after her and show her they cared and he needed to be that person. Once again he considered waking her but he knew it was best to let her sleep so pouring himself a cup of coffee he went to his study and went through his emails.

Padraic let himself get engrossed in his work and several emails went back and forth that it surprised him when Callie walked in dressed in the blue transparent baby doll night gown from the night before and curled up in a large chair watching him work. She looked sleep tousled and so cute in the over sized chair he smiled.

"Good morning my baby girl," Padraic smiled broadly at her. "Ready for breakfast or do you need a bath to wake up first?" he asked lightly.

Callie just shook her head and curled in a tighter ball on the chair. She didn't know why she had sought him out rather than staying in the nice warm bed except that she wanted to be near him. Callie hugged her knees as she sat in the big chair and watched him through hooded eyes. Her mind rolled over the last few days and she was surprised to admit that despite all the demands he made of her to be a good girl and the punishments she had received, this was the safest she had felt in years. She realised that there was more to this contract than just fucking an old man occasionally. It would not be so easy to win him over and get her own way with him and again she wondered at her alternatives before shivering and discarding them.

"Are you cold baby?" Padraic's voice held concern. He was always acutely aware of her whenever she was close by. He watched as she shook her head, strands of golden hair bouncing around her face. She was a little angel, beautiful and perfect in his eyes. He found her absolutely irresistible and he could feel his cock harden again as he gazed at her. 

"Come and give Daddy a good morning kiss," Padraic smiled at her as she obediently rose and padded across the carpet to him. Every inch of her was visible under the transparent blue material and his desire to possess her totally filled him again. Padraic pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her as she tilted her face up to kiss him. Kissing her deeply he pulled back, "Do you need to go back to bed, baby?" Padraic watched as she shrugged, "Well when you are ready to talk to Daddy, let me know." Padraic smirked and turned back to his computer holding her in his lap, loving the feel of her leaning against his chest her head resting just below his shoulder.

Callie closed her eyes, she had never really had this sort of closeness with another person. She was independent and had become increasingly isolated as she had grown up. She listened to the strong steady heartbeat. Sex had always been just sex to her, another way to manipulate things to get what she wanted, money, gifts, etc. This type of intimacy was new and strange, and she wasn't sure about any of it except that she liked being held in his lap like this, his large hand stroking her back and ass absently as his other clicked the mouse.

Callie's whole body ached, he had spanked fucked and used her body so much in the last two days muscles she wasn't even aware of before protested as she moved and her pussy felt almost bruised from the pounding it constantly received lately. She squirmed slightly thinking about it.

Starting to sit up she felt Padraic's arms curl around her tighter, "Where are you going baby?

"I was going to get some juice maybe. We bought some last night, didn't we?" she said her voice still dry from sleep.

"Daddy will get it for you," Padraic stood up holding her by her ass cheeks as she squealed and wraps her arms tightly around his neck and her thighs over his hips as he walked to the kitchen placing her on a stool near the bench.

"Thank you Daddy," Callie murmured as he placed a glass in front of her and filled it three quarters full. 

"Your welcome baby," he leaned over the counter to kiss her before taking out bowls and milk and cereal and placing them on the bench. Pouring them both a bowl and adding milk before placing her in front of her ignoring her protests that she wasn't hungry and juice would be fine. "You have to eat baby, or Daddy will wear you out to quickly," he smirked at her, "You are irresistible to Daddy. I want to play with you all the time. Now be a good girl and eat your breakfast."

Callie picked up the spoon and played with the cereal before putting it down again, she never ate breakfast usually. Looking up she saw Padraic was frowning at her. "Really, Daddy," Callie tried in her best wheedling little girl voice, "I'm not hungry."

Padraic voice was stern and low, "Daddy knows best, now eat baby. You know what happens to naughty girls who don't do what Daddy says or do you need another lesson?"

Callie sighed dramatically and picked up the spoon. The sigh was one step too far and Padraic stood up and picking Callie up from the stool he bent her over the bench. Spanking her ass on every word he growled. "Good girls do what they are told when they are told. Good girls do not sigh at their Daddies!"

The spanking had been delivered quickly with no teasing caresses or delving fingers. When she was placed back on her stool and the cereal bowl pushed in front of her once more she was sobbing quietly tears running down her face, her little ass glowing hotly and stinging. "Now eat your breakfast, baby, like a good girl."

Callie sniffled, "Yes Daddy." Watching him sit beside her she saw he was aroused his boxers tenting at the front yet he hadn't fucked her after the spanking like he had in the past. He hadn't made it erotic or sexy, and she inexplicably was disappointed. 'Is he truly that angry with me that he doesn't want me anymore?' The small scared voice in her mind asked as she looked at his stern face. Callie picked up the spoon and began to eat.

Padraic stayed silent watching her and when she was done he took the bowl away. To the sink, and picked her up again gripping her cheeks cruelly making her whimper as he carried her to the bathroom and ran her a bath. Squirting in some bubbles he placed her in the steaming water. "The next time Daddy asks you to do something, you will do it, baby. I do not want to have to repeat that little lesson. Do I make myself clear?" His voice was still a low growl.

Callie nodded, "Yes Daddy." Padraic shut off the water and left her without another word. He stopped outside the door and listened carefully. Hearing her sob, it took some will power not to go back in to comfort her, but for the punishment to be effective, he had to leave her to think about it for a little while. She had to know he would not be a pushover like the men she had known in the club. The little princess had to learn that Daddy would be obeyed.

Callie was in turmoil. Her tough outer shell that she had honed through the last few turbulent years of her life reminded her that she didn't care, as long as he kept her out of jail it didn't matter to her if he loved her or not. His face played across her mind. Over the last two days she had seen his lust and desire for her and it made her feel wanted and special. Last night and this morning he had been so tender and intimate with her, his care and genuine fondness for her evident and she had ruined it all by pouting over breakfast. She sobbed, wanting him to look at her like he did that morning with the happiness he said she gave him. "You make me a very happy, Daddy." He had said the night before and she realised she was as disappointed in herself as he seemed to be with her.

As she let the hot water ease her aching body she tried to pull her tough outer shell back around her, to not care that he didn't look at her with love anymore but it was too late. Sometime over the last two days she had begun to care. Without even realising it and a tear rolled down her face.

Padraic came back in. He sat in the side of the bath. "All clean, baby?"

Callie looked up at him sadly, her face still tear streaked, "I am sorry Daddy."

"So am I baby but you have to learn, Daddy knows best," he let a small smile drift across his face as he gazed down on the girl. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, Bea is here to do the cleaning." He took up a cloth and began to clean her face. Working his way down her body he washed her thoroughly as she automatically moved her limbs to allow him access. Picking her up from the bath he wrapped a large towel around her caressed her softly as he dried her, his hands lingering over her still pink bottom.




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 03



Leading her out to her bedroom naked, Callie blushed as she saw a middle age woman look up in her direction and hurriedly scampered to her room for clothes. Padraic chuckled and followed her closely. On her bed were a small strapless sundress and a gauzy transparent G string. Callie went immediately to the clothes. Padraic watched her dress as he sat on the bed. "Come baby," he patted his lap once she was done.

As Callie settled in his lap he smiled and wrapped his arms about her. "Yesterday I had you read some stories and information about Daddies and baby girls to help you understand the relationship I wanted with you," he paused as she nodded, "That's just part of a bigger community of BDSM."

Callie furrowed her brow. "I have seen some stuff about it, lots of leather and hoods and whips."

"Yes that is another part of it. The lifestyle is wide and varied but inevitably there is in each relationship there is a Dominant person and a submissive person. Like Daddy makes the rules and baby follows them," he smirked at her, "When she is a good girl."

Again Callie nodded relieved to be seeing his smiles again. "I am sorry, Daddy," she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"I know you are baby, and I adore you for it," he kissed her back and cuddled her close. "The reason I am telling you this is that the vast majority of my friends outside of work and family also live the lifestyle. You must be very respectful of the Dominant people in the lifestyle as some are much harsher than Daddy. Bea who is my housekeeper has been with me for many years, and is a Dominant. You will call her Miss Bea unless she tells you to call her something else," he smiled down at Callie.

"A dominant is your cleaning lady?" Callie asked unable to put dominant and maid in the same place in her head.

Padraic chuckled, "Oh yes we all have to make a living Callie, and Bea owns a lucrative business and has two subs that work for her as well. Delilah who you met yesterday owns a shop and you know Carl Lewis is a teacher and a Daddy Dominant."

Callie nodded, "And Odin in the toy shop."

"Yes the longer you stay with me the more you will meet, but you must be respectful and do as they say unless you know I wouldn't approve, then you just have to tell them that okay?" he waited for her nod before continuing. "There is no need to be shy about being naked or exposed in front of any of them. In fact Daddy will want to show off his new baby and make the other Daddies jealous. I am very proud to be your Daddy, Callie."

Callie felt her heart beat faster at his words, in that moment she wanted to make him proud. She wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him deeply. "I will try to be a good girl, Daddy," she whispered when she broke the kiss.

"I know baby, now I would like your hair up in pigtails today. Do you need daddy to help you?" he asked.

"I can do it," she slipped from his lap and went to her dresser brushing out the long golden waves before expertly parting and securing her hair in high pigtails with elastic baubles to match her dress.

"Very pretty, now let's go meet Bea. She is dying of curiosity. It's been so long since a little girl has played in this house," Padraic grinned at Callie and took her hand leading her out into the house.

Before either of them could get a word out Bea exclaimed, "Holy shit! She is adorable, Paddy. Any cuter and I could eat her all up." The big woman strode over to them as she talked and lifted Callie in a huge bear hug making her squeak in surprise before she found her face wedged in the woman's mammoth bosom. "I might just do that anyway," the woman said and laughed loudly.

Padraic laughed loudly at the woman's enthusiasm, "Put her down, Bea. You will suffocate her."

Finding herself back on her feet Callie looked up at the big woman. She was clearly over six feet tall and at least three feet wide, she was soft all over and had a warm happy face as she looked down on Callie. 

"Hello Miss Bea," Callie said quietly glancing up at the smiling Padraic before looking back. 

"Hello doll," Bea turned back to Padraic, "I don't know an old goat like you could find such an angel but congratulations." The woman embraced Padraic laughing, "It will be good to have some mischief back in the house."

Padraic chuckled, "No I don't think there will be much mischief. Callie is new to the lifestyle she will be training for a while yet before she has free a reign in the house." Padraic nodded meaningfully toward the playroom. 

Bea smiled kindly down at the girl, "She has the face of an angel Paddy I am sure she will be a good girl, won't you, doll?"

"Yes Miss Bea," Callie nodded.

Padraic took her hand in his again, "We will be in the study if you need us Bea." He led Callie away to the study closing the door behind them. 

.

Bending his head to Callie he kissed her deeply. "Bea is right you are adorable," he smiled down on her as she blushed prettily. Guiding her over to her desk he showed her that he had put her art supplies in there along with the note book computer he had bought her the day before. "I have set up an email account for you which is linked to your Outlook. Just open it and you will get the emails Daddy sent you this morning with your tasks for today."

Padraic helped her to sit at the small school desk and set up her computer before moving across the room to his own large desk. Callie clicked the Outlook icon and saw the emails load into her inbox. Opening the first she read:

'Good morning my baby girl,

I am so glad you hair is back to its normal colour you looked like an angel when I left your side this morning. I want you to read this article and email me back your thoughts on it. 

www,littlegirlsanddaddydoms.webs.com

Daddy xxx

She opened the link it was a small article explaining the Daddy/little girl dynamic. It spoke about the balance they brought each other, her need to be loved for her little self and his need to care for another. In her reply she re-iterated these themes adding to them that perhaps they had both been alone and independent for too long and it was their symbiotic need to care and be care for that brought them together the way it had on that first day when he had come to get her after her arrest.

Callie paused over her signature she wasn't sure what to sign so she just wrote 'baby', erasing it and rewriting it several times. She pressed send and glanced up at him nervously but he seemed engrossed in his own work, so she looked back at her computer.

Acutely aware of the girl he smiled, "Did you want something baby?" he looked over at her.

Startled and not wanting to tell him she had sent him an email and look like an attention seeker she squirms and mumbled, "May I get a glass of water please, Daddy?"

"Wait a few minutes baby and Daddy will come with you and make us a snack," he turned back to his work as she nodded and turned back to her notebook clicking on the next email.

"You are such a good little girl finishing the first task. Daddy is proud of you. 

In your visual Diary I would like you to create a cover page with the title Daddy and Calliope, I would like at least one page each for the last two days that we have spent together and this will be a task on each day you are with Daddy. You can create this with a combination of words drawing or anything else you feel may express your feelings. You do not have to complete the catch up work today but I would like you to catch up to the current day by the end of the week please.

Daddy adores you."

Callie thought about this her mind wandering a little as she contemplated what he had asked and she sent back a small email requesting some scissors glue and a couple of other things next time they went shopping. Once again she dithered over the signature at a loss to sign anything else she wrote baby and clicked send.

Surprised as he saw a second email alert pop up in the corner of his screen Padraic glanced over at the fidgety girl as she closed her notebook and stowed it in her desk and retrieved her art supplies and diary. Padraic cleared his throat, making her look up. "Lets go get that snack now baby," Padraic said as he stood from his desk and held his hand out to her.

Wiggling out from behind the small desk she smiled and took his hand. Opening the study door the delicious aroma of baking met them and they followed their noses through the house to find Bea in the kitchen humming happily as she iced tiny vanilla cakes with a bright yellow passionfruit mixture. Callie climbed up on a stool eagerly making Padraic chuckle, "Something in here smells good, Bea."

Bea grinned at Padraic, "I love to bake for little girls they are always so appreciative." She placed a freshly iced cake in front of Callie and went to the fridge pouring the girl a glass of milk. "There you go baby doll. You help yourself," she turned her attention on Padraic, "Coffee?"

"Yeah that would good, thanks, Bea," he reached for a cake and she smacked his fingers, "You need to eat better now you are responsible for a little girl."

"Come on, Bea, one wont hurt the old figure," he patted his belly, and winked at her snatching up a little cake and popping it in his mouth making Callie giggle.

"These are so yummy. Thank you Miss Bea," Callie said between giggles. Bea placed another cake in front of Callie as she took a gulp of the ice cold milk. She couldn't remember the last time she drank plain milk and she found the taste refreshing after the sweetness of the cake. 

Bea put coffee in front of Padraic and he sipped at it, "I might make a quick run to the shop. Bea, could you watch Callie for me? She has some work to do so she won't be underfoot," he said taking another sip of the dark brew.

Callie looked up surprised, and he stroked her cheek lightly, "Daddy knows best, baby. You looked after yourself for a long time and that landed you in jail didn't it," he watched her eyes drop and the flush of humiliation fill her face before looking back up at Bea.

"Sure Paddy I would love some company. Finish your coffee while I put on another load of laundry. Then I will be all ready," Bea hurried out of the kitchen toward the back door. 

"Be a good girl, baby. You can sit out here with Bea. I won't be long, I promise," he kissed her and put one more cake in front of her before taking one of the tiny morsels for himself whispering, "Don't tell Bea."

Callie giggled and took another gulp at her milk. Padraic smiled and leaned in to lick her milk moustache away kissing her smiling mouth. Callie wrinkled her nose at the taste of coffee and he raised his eyebrow at her. "I don't like coffee, Daddy. I never have," she spoke quietly not wanting to upset him like early that morning.

"I will try to remember baby," he kissed her cheek, "You can always tell me when you don't like something, no matter what it is. Then Daddy can decide if it is important or not. Coffee kisses are not important, breakfast is," he said as if reading her mind. "Finish your milk and go get your diary and pencils," he smiled as Bea came back in.

Callie gulped down her milk and slid off the stool to scamper into the study. Leaving the pastels, she took the soft leads and eraser and rubber with her thinking to get a brief outline done for each of the pages she needed to catch up on. Yhat way she could go back and complete them at a later date without worrying about forgetting details. When she walked back into the kitchen, Padraic and Bea were talking quietly.

"Just sit up here at the bench, baby doll. I will clear a space for you," Bea watched the girl attempt to climb back up on the stool while holding her books. "Paddy help the little one," she chided him as he stood there smirking.

"But I had such a nice view," he said plaintively stepping forward and caressing Callie's ass. Taking the books from her hands he put them on the bench moving his cup out of the way. Still chuckling he picked her up into his arms and held her to him, "Kiss Daddy buh bye, baby." 

Wrapping her arms about his neck she leaned in and kissed him. "Bye bye Daddy," her voice was sweet and child like when she said it. 

Padraic squeezed her ass making her squeak before putting her down on the stool. Leaning into her ear he murmured, "You, baby girl, are simply irresistible," louder he said, "I will be back before lunch time. Don't forget we will have a visitor this afternoon." Kissing her a last time he straightened and turned to Bea, "Thanks, back soon." 

As soon as they heard the car drive out Bea came and sat beside her with a cup of coffee of her own. "So what is Callie short for?" she inquired in a friendly tone.

"Calliope," Callie turned to look at the big woman.

"That's such a pretty name for a pretty doll. Do you mind if I call you that?" Bea sipped at her coffee.

"Not at all, but I guess that's up to Daddy, he has always called me Callie," Callie looked uncertain.

"That's a perfect answer," Bea grinned, "Paddy says you have never been a sub before and don't have much understanding of it. But you seem like you have taken to it well." Bea watched Callie blush, "Tell me about you, what were you doing before you came to be here with Paddy." Bea watched the girl drop her head and flush deeply, "You don't have to tell me, sweetie. I was just being a nosey old lady."

Callie looked up, Bea was just being nice she realised, and she took a deep breath, "I was a dancer in a private club." It was a half truth but she hoped it would suffice.

Bea's curiosity was far from satisfied as she exclaimed, "Wow a dancer! I think I will have to ask Paddy for a show. I imagine you are a delight to watch. Let me guess you wore a school uniform?"

Callie blushed and opened the diary picking up her pencil to begin a rough sketch of the outline of the cover page. Not looking up she mumbled, "Yes, or baby doll pyjamas. I had a few fans."

Bea laughed good naturedly, "You would have been a dream come true for every Daddy out there. I bet you got a lot of interesting offers. Is that how you ended up in jail?"

Callie pouted and nodded, keeping her eyes on her sketch book as her cheeks turned crimson with heat. 

Bea relented momentarily as she got up to clean up the remaining mess in the kitchen. "Maybe I should get you to give my little ones a few lessons. They can't dance to save themselves," Bea laughed merrily as she moved to the dining room polishing furniture and chatting amiably. 

Callie followed her to the lounge room and eventually into her own room where she helped to make the bed with fresh linen. Looking through her closet at all the new things, Callie smiled and pulled a couple of tags from the garments before rummaging through her underwear drawer coming up with two pairs of old panties and a few more tags from the new items. She placed these carefully with her diary.

They heard Padraic's car crunch up the gravel drive, "When he comes in you run and give him a big hug. Daddies love to know they are missed," Bea winked and grinned at Callie.

Callie found she was excited that he was home and as she heard him come in she ran out of her room calling out "Daddy, I missed you!" and tackle hugged him gripping him tightly around the waist.

Gathering her up into his arms he kissed her and held her close, "Daddy missed you too baby." Not wanting to let her go, he walked with her in his arms to the sofa and sat pulling her into his lap. "Were you a good girl for Miss Bea?"

Callie nodded, "Yes, Daddy." Still surprised at how happy she felt to be in his arms again she smiled up at him. He had be gone less than two hours and Bea had kept her busy the whole time but she had got used to him being so close all the time. Callie squirmed and snuggled against him, as he picked up the bag he had been holding and put it in her lap.

"I bought you presents baby," he chuckled, "If you squirm like that much more, you wont be able to open them until later," he lifted the bag away slightly and she sat up very still.

Padraic handed her the bag again. He watched her as she pulled out a goofy looking zebra plush toy. Giggling she hugged it to her, "It's just like one I had when I was little," she squealed.

"You are still little baby, and Daddy adores you that way," he was enjoying himself immensely. 

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, "Thank you so much, Daddy." Callie looked into the bag again and tucking the zebra under her arm pulled out a zebra striped gift box. Pulling the lid off carefully, she squealed with delight. All of the things she had asked for earlier that morning in her email were there plus more. Placing the box on the lounge beside her with the bag and her new plush zebra she wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him deeply squirming her bottom against his groin. Breaking the kiss she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy."

Groaning he picked up the zebra and with a low gruff voice he murmured, "Let's show your new friend his new digs," he stood his hands on her ass and walked with her to her bedroom. Throwing the zebra to the bed he pressed her up against the wall as he pushed the door shut. Unzipping his pants and letting them drop he pushed his cock past the flimsy G string and entered her deeply, thrusting all the way in, "So wet for your Daddy little slut," he growled.

She cried out as he entered her stretching her tight hole over his fat cock, "Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me."

Padraic slammed up into her, he could not get deep enough into this small sexy girl he held, his hands gripping tightly at her ass, pounding into her hard and fast Padraic roared loudly, the sound sending tingles up her spine as she felt the butterflies in her tummy build, his eyes bored into her with heat and passion as he held her pressed to the wall. Lifting her almost off his cock he bent his head to pull at the strapless top of her dress and take a hard nipple in his mouth gazing his teeth over it before biting down and thrusting up into her again. 

Pain flared in her small body and she arched crying out, "Yes, baby whore, cum for Daddy," he growled and repeated the process on her other nipple. Callie cries were loud as Padraic felt her cunt clench around his cock almost painfully before spasms milked at him. He drove deep inside her and came leaning into the wall crushing her against him as they breathed raggedly. After a few minutes, Padraic staggered to the bed keeping her firmly impaled on his cock.

Padraic lay back on the bed cuddling her to him, "I can't get enough of you, baby."

Callie grinned up at him and kissed him. In the last two days she had learned some of the things he liked and expected from her during sex and she wriggled free of his arms and slid down his body to suck his cock clean. His groans and praise made her smile as she licked and lapped at their mixed cum, fluttering her tongue over his balls before sucking his semi hard cock into her mouth.

Padraic pulled a pillow to prop up his head so he could watch her better and ran his fingers through her hair, gripping her pigtails to pull her face up toward him. She looked up at him, her mouth full of cock and her big green eyes glittering making him instantly harder. He knew he needed to take it one step at a time and introduce his fetishes slowly to her but the dark corners of his mind were alive again for the first time in years. Guiding her head up and down his cock he let his fantasies play out in his mind.

Pulling her head up he watched avidly as the long strands of drooling saliva hung from her lips and chin keeping her attached to his cock. Her face was tear streaked from gagging on him and to him she never looked more beautiful as she gasped a lungful of air. Releasing one of his hands he stroked his cock watching his cum shoot out over her face and into her open mouth. Pushing her head back down over his cock he groaned as she sucked him dry.




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 03



Finally pulling her up to him he caught her hands, "Don't touch your face," his voice was low and stern.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered the sticky cum making her wrinkle her nose. 

Padraic ripped her flimsy thong from her body and tied her hands behind her back with it before laying her back on a pillow. "Stay exactly like that, I will know if you move," he admonished and quickly pulled on his boxers leaving the door to her room wide open as he went out. Callie could feel the flush of humiliation creep into her cheeks as she watched the open door hoping Miss Bea would not see her. 

She lay there for what seemed the longest time, but in reality would barely have been a minute or two before he came back. He had a digital camera in his hand, "You are so beautiful baby, Daddy wants a photo for his desk top and maybe even his wallet," he grinned excitedly as she gasped and the deeper flush made her cheeks even pinker, "You are a perfect little fuck doll, baby. I am so proud of you."

Padraic knelt over her chest taking a close up of her cum and tear streaked face. Callie's mind was in turmoil. She loved the hard hot rough sex, the nasty names he called during each session only made her hotter, but the humiliations like these, and what happened with Miss Delilah made her feel somehow wrong and she looked up at him with confused eyes as he took another snap.

The lost look of confusion only served to heighten his desire. He wanted to be her everything, to have her depend on him for guidance while still thinking for herself in some ways. That look told him her mind was trying to work out her feelings and yet asking for help. He checked the pictures and happy with what he had he smiled down at her.

"You are amazing, Calliope. You make me very happy," she could hear the joy in his voice as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Let's get you cleaned up and we can have some lunch.

Padraic washed her face softly, then rinsing out the cloth he cleaned her cunt thoroughly, smiling at her the whole time as he talked of remembering the zebra she used to drag around with her as a small child. "What will you call him?" he asked as he swiped at her sensitive clit with the cloth.

Callie squeaked and pursed her lips, "Hm, Zeb, Zigzag, Ziggy? How about Zeus?"

Padraic laughed as he fixed her dress back into its proper place, "You don't have to decide now." Picking her up her took her back out to the kitchen.

Callie squirmed in his arms, "I can walk you know, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby, but Daddy likes to hold you close," he kissed her and sat her on a stool as he walked into the kitchen to see what there was for lunch.

Bea came bustling in, "Out of the kitchen you," she shooed at Padraic with a dish cloth, "Cooking is the one part of this job I really like and you are never home for me to cook for normally. I didn't think you were ever going to surface from that room though," she smirked as Padraic sat back down at the bench beside Callie.

Padraic shrugged, "What can I say? My baby is amazing," he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she blushed, "I just can't get enough of her." Padraic jumped up as a thought occurred to him. "I'll be right back." Bea raised an eyebrow at Callie who lifted her hands and shrugged.

Padraic came back in holding his camera, "You have to see this, simply gorgeous!" he effused walking around the kitchen bench to show Bea the photos he took of the Callie's blushing cum splattered face.

"She is so cute Paddy. You're lucky you found her first," Bea nudged him good naturedly.

"Don't I know it," she smirked and looked over at the girl of his desire whose face was flamed with humiliation. He walked over and stroked her cheek looking into her eyes, "I am the luckiest Daddy ever." He kissed her smiling mouth.

They ate warm pastry parcels filled with ricotta and spinach or chicken and mushroom as they chatted about mutual friends and events within their lifestyle community. Callie stayed quiet, feeling unusually tired as she tried to keep up with the conversation but failing dismally. During a brief lull in the conversation she spoke up, "Can I go get my presents to look at, Daddy? I have had enough lunch," she smiled sweetly at him.

Padraic eyed her plate critically, "Are you sure baby?"

Callie nodded her head, "Mm hm. It was very yummy. Thank you Miss Bea."

"You sweet girl," Bea grinned, "May call me MamaBea. That means that one day if you are a very good girl I will feed you something special."

Padraic chuckled, "Oh I don't think she is ready for that."

"I said one day, not now you buffoon," Bea laughed with him.

Callie looked between the two of them confused before asking politely, "May I be excused please?"

"Finish your juice first, baby. I will get them for you," Padraic was still chuckling as he got up.

Padraic spread a soft rug on the floor of the dining room near where he was sitting with Bea and placed her zebra, art supplies and diary on top of it. "There you go, baby. You can do some drawing while Bea and I catch up and Daddy can still see his beautiful baby," his voice was full of warmth as he helped her slide form the stool.

Callie sat and picked through the box he had given her, he must have gone to a scrap booking store she thought, there was a vast array of childish stickers, paper and card images as well as the items she asked for. Adding the tags and the two old pairs of panties to the box she flipped open the sketchbook diary and lay on her belly to consider what she could do with it now.

She could hear snatches of conversation from the table but she was lost in her own thoughts and feeling tired. She put her head down on her zebra for just a moment to close her eyes, falling asleep her pencil still in her hand.

.......................................

Callie half woke as she was picked up and carried into the study, curling into the large cushion of her oversized sized chair she felt the pillow under her head on the armrest and murmured softly as Padraic stroked her face and crooned, "Sleep, baby. Daddy is here." Squirming deeper into the soft cushion Callie drifted deeper into sleep again.

"She is just as I remember her," Carl said as he took in the sleeping girl. Her dress had ridden up exposing her naked bottom and he felt his cock twitch at the sight.

"You wouldn't have thought that a few days ago, if you had seen her," Padraic said quietly sitting at his computer and pulling up her mug shot before turning the screen to Carl. 

"My god, I wouldn't have recognised her," Carl was seriously shocked, "What happened to her?"

"Typical story I expect for girls who get arrested. One of her mother's boyfriends ran an exclusive club for gentlemen. He offered her some part time work behind the bar to see how she went. A dancer didn't show one night and he offered the gig and the money. She liked the attention or the money or both but she started taking the offers of extra money for private lap dances. The club was raided and there you go, mug shot."

"Wow," Carl shook his head. "I never would have thought the painfully shy girl I knew would get caught up in that sort of business. I mean I knew she had no home life to speak of but wow and how did you get involved?"

"That's a bit more complicated, you see. I have known Calliope her whole life. I fell out of touch during those high school years when Shelly was with me but I got regular updates and photos," Padraic watched for Carl's reaction but he sat back in his chair impassively waiting to hear the rest.

"Callie is my half brother's child," again he waited for Carl to absorb the fact. Incest of any description was frowned upon by their community. The Daddy Doms each of them knew were private people knowing society would not understand their relationships with their loves, grown women acting like young girls and calling their partners Daddy was irksome to the general public. So they were careful about who they told and the bad press of incest and paedophilia. 

"Go on," Carl said as the silence lingered.

"Calliope's mother rang me out of the blue in near hysteria saying she couldn't cope any more that Callie was out of control and needed help. The mother herself was in need of help, so I said that if she checked herself into rehab and went to stay with her parents I would help Calliope," as he heard himself relay the story he could hear how sordid it sounded.

"I had no intentions toward the girl. Hell, I hadn't seen her in years. I was expecting a drug addict, or a well used beaten down whore," he stopped and looked over at the sleeping girl, "What I found was a sassy, feisty young woman who didn't think anyone cared about her. Any time I tried to show her a little kindness that first day she threw it back at me with a string of expletives that would make a wharfie blush," he smiled at the memory.

"A few cakes of soap later and a spanking and she realised she was not winning any battles against me so she tried to seduce me with a half hearted cock sucking," he laughed at the expression on Carl's face, "Oh yes, my friend, she started it and I finished it for her. That little princess learned well that first day that she could not manipulate me, but at the same time she captured my heart. I was totally enchanted and spell-bound by her in that one day."

Looking at Carl he nodded in Callie's direction, "She said she had been virtually on her own since she started high school. You made her feel safe there you know. She speaks of you very fondly, like a port in a storm of a disastrous school life. She didn't want you to know why she got arrested."

"Then let's not tell her I know. It will be hard enough for her to see me as anything more than her old teacher even if you do rejoin the community with her," Carl knew Padraic well. He was a good man even if he had some strange fetishes for a Daddy. Carl had no doubt about the fact that Calliope had captured his heart, she had indeed caught at his a year or so ago. "I would like to still be that indulgent teacher who let her hide in his class room to escape the mean girls at school and be able to tell her what a good girl she is."

Carl pulled his letter of reference from his coat pocket, "I am glad you were able to be honest with me Paddy. Here's the character reference you wanted. It's all done and even notarised. When is the court date?" concern still showed in his voice.

"Monday.It should just be a formality. I spoke to the prosecutor already. A one year good behaviour bond under my guardianship," he smirked.

Carl laughed, "A court enforced submissive contract. That has to be a first!"

"I am not that unscrupulous," Padraic's answering chuckle was full of mirth, "She had already agreed to sign my contract after the court date."

"Why don't you go see if Bea has any more coffee on the go and some of those little cakes she made this morning and I will wake up my sleepy girl so you can catch up with her," Padraic stood up from behind his desk and Carl walked toward the door taking a long look at the sleeping girl. He wished he could have helped her more when she had been at school but it is a fine line for a male teacher to cross between infatuation and something more. He had done the right thing in leaving her alone, he knew it. Part of him was happy for the couple another part of him was jealous and he decided to cultivate the friendship that was springing up again between himself and Padraic.

Padraic moved the desk further out of the way and went to pick up Callie when she rolled over and looked at him with tears in her eyes. "You heard us talking baby?" Padraic asked quietly.

She nodded, "Not all of it but most. You were both laughing so loud."

"Then you know he is not disappointed in you one bit. If anything he feels guilty for not helping you more. Come now baby dry those eyes. You my sweet baby are part of a big family now, with lots of uncles and aunts just like Mama Bea and Carl, and they will all love you for who you are not what you have done." He lifted her face and kissed her lightly, "If you heard most then you know you have captured Daddy's heart and wrapped him around your little finger." 

Callie giggled and shook her head, "I don't think that's possible. You don't let me get away with anything!"

"That's because I only want the best for you, baby. I want you strong and healthy and most of all happy," he looked into her now smiling eyes, "You are happy with Daddy now, aren't you? I know a lot has happened in a short time but you are the perfect girl for me, Calliope, and I have so much for you to learn and explore."

"Like what?" she eyes him suspiciously.

"Things you won't like at first like getting a spanking," he chuckled.

"I didn't like the one this morning when you wouldn't play with me after it," she pouted.

"That was for punishment not for pleasure, Callie. You were being a brat this morning and didn't deserve play time," his voice became stern.

"It worked I felt miserable after it," she admitted.

"Good because Daddy doesn't like to punish you. He much prefers spanking you for pleasure too," he winked at her making her smile up at him again.

"Now baby when we go outside I want you to stop worrying. Give Carl a big cuddle and thank him for helping you with the reference. Maybe even sit on his lap for a bit and have a chat. He will like that a lot," Padraic smiled down at her, "You are part of a small tight family group now, Callie, you don't have to worry, okay?"

"Okay Daddy," but she was worried and a little tentative about seeing Mr Lewis again.

Standing up Padraic took her hand and lead her out to the lounge room where Bea and Carl were chatting amiably, "There she is," Carl boomed stand up and holding out his arms to her, "Come give me a cuddle its been far too long, Calliope," he had decided breaking the ice would be up to him and he smiled as he watched her let go of Padraic's hand and walk into his arms cuddling him back as he picked her up.

Sitting back on the couch he pulled her into his lap, "Tell me all about Calliope," he grinned, "It is so good to see you again."

She could see his genuine interest in her and she looked down speaking softly, "I heard you talking to Daddy in there. I know you know what I did," she peeked up through her lashes as she spoke.

"Who cares what you did?" he said emphatically, "The question is, are you a good girl now?"

Callie looked at Padraic before answering, "I am trying really I am, but my bottom seems to turn red an awful lot lately." 

Padraic spluttered his coffee and Carl howled with laughter while Bea tried to hide her snickers of delight. Taking a deep breath Carl looked at her, "Sometimes Daddies have to do that to teach a lesson. I am sure you won't get many more. You were always a good girl and a quick learner." 

She smiled up at him and frowned slightly she hadn't remembered him being so old. She pictured him in her mind and she realised he had no beard when she knew him and she reached up and touched the well kept short grey beard. "You look older with this," she murmured, "like a Grandpa sort of. I don't remember you being old." 

"Oh, sweet girl, I have been old for a long time now," he laughed good naturedly, "Its why I need little girls like you in my life to keep me young and entertained."

"Can I call you Grandpa?"Callie asked unsure of herself or if she was even allowed to ask such a forward question. She looked over at Padraic, who was smiling widely at her as he sat with his coffee. "It's just I don't think I can call you Mr Lewis any more and I have a Daddy and a MamaBea and Daddy says we are all family now, and I have known you a very long time," she ran out of breath and looked up worriedly. 

After looking askance at Padraic, Carl lifted her face, "I would be honoured, little one," he said softly and gave her a chaste kiss.

"I think Daddy is happy we are family," she whispered conspiratorially.

Carl laughed and hugged her again, "I am sure of it." Callie squeaked in the strong embrace as Carl chuckled to Padraic, "I can see how you were so captivated so quickly. She is just adorable."

Callie was enjoying the attention lavished on her today, she found herself enjoying the role of little girl that had been pressed upon her two days ago. The idea that she could be loved for just being herself, a bratty young girl, had been thrown away long ago when her mother's drinking had grown worse but these people seemed to encourage it and make her feel special because of it.

Padraic too could see the change in her today. He had seen her potential from the start but the rapid change in her was astounding. All it had really taken was some love and security for her to drop the street wise brashness he had battled with on that first day. It was only then he realised how truly alone she must have been living with her permanently inebriated mother and no father figure.

Their guests left shortly after and Padraic took Callie out onto the back deck to watch the sunset. He had a beer and he let her have the rare treat of a vodka cruiser. The alcopops were harmless really and the bright blue colour made her happy as she sipped it through a straw. Relaxed and happy in each others quiet company, they settled in for the night.



Calliope's Daddy Ch. 04



Authors note: Every character on this story is over the age of 18 and while there is talk of the past no sexual shenanigans went on with any person under the age of 18. Thank you once again to my copy editor LaRascasse who, has made his life's work to kill every semi colon he sees in my writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

~ellie



Calliope and Padraic had spent the remainder of Friday and all of Saturday wrapped up in each other. She became more confident in assuming the little girl role he placed upon her in the security and affection he gave her freely, even when she was naughty. Callie pushed the boundaries of her role within this strange relationship, still trying to understand it fully. 

Callie had spent her adolescence feeling unloved and unwanted. Once turned eighteen and became an adult on paper, if not in everyone's eyes or fantasies, she had used sex as a means to get what she wanted, or manipulate the men in her life. Her new Daddy said she had him wrapped around her little finger, but he did not let her get away with anything. She could not manipulate him or push him around or even wheedle and pout to get her own way. Callie smiled to herself, even when she was naughty, she could feel his love and desire for her, not that she could use it in anyway.

The idea of sex as love, in a give and take relationship was new and unsettling to Calliope. Her Daddy could make a spanking so filled with pleasure, but he could also make it a punishment. It wasn't the same with sex, whether gentle love making or harsh sex filled with pain and pleasure she always felt his love and desire. Sex with Daddy was never manipulative or a means to an end. It was, however, always blissfully orgasmic.

Padraic was not known as a patient man. He was, to most people who knew him, an exacting perfectionist. He liked order and control in his world and the girl who had stolen his heart was nothing but chaos. Part of him longed for the total control over her he demanded in all other areas of his life, but a different side to him loved her sassiness, her infectious giggle, her imaginative creativity and her intelligence. Although he found his patience tested often, when she sat on his lap and stroked his neck and called him 'Daddy', he knew he had lost most battles.

He looked at the girl kneeling in the corner listening to her half hearted sobs. Padraic checked his watch again finding it difficult to leave her there but determined to make a point. He looked back at his computer screen to distract himself from the little girl he adored.

Callie sobbed, the corner was new and she did not like it. Nor did she like the gag he had placed in her mouth and buckled around her head after tying her hands so she could not remove it. To anyone who saw her it would look like Callie was sucking on a pacifier, but resting on her tongue was a short penis shaped dildo that she sucked on every time she had to swallow and kept her mouth held open so drool welled up and spilled out if she didn't suck on it. 

Peeking over her shoulder Callie saw her Daddy at his desk working and ignoring her as she sat in the corner making her cry again and relive the moment where the old Callie had reared up and argued with Daddy. He had sent her the daily chores by email again. She was reading a particularly lurid BDSM story of a Daddy and little girl when her hand had drifted down to her aching pussy and she had played a little as she read until she was startled by his growl, "What are you doing baby?"

"It's just the story was so..." Callie was lost for words.

"You don't do that baby unless Daddy gives you permission," his voice was still a growl and she couldn't work out if he was aroused or cranky.

"It's my body, Daddy. I know it best," she countered.

Padraic's eyebrows shot up, "No baby, you belong to me now, your heart, your mind and your body. Rule two: Daddy knows best."

"You don't own me like a toy or a car. It's my body. I can touch it," she watched as he reached into his desk and pulled out the temporary contract she signed. 

"I told you to read this well," Padraic stormed. "I have all rights over your body and your welfare over every part of your existence and you agreed, little girl." He waved the contract before her as he got up from his desk and walk toward her.

Feeling trapped the old Callie came out fighting, "You fucking bastard. You don't care about me at all I am just another thing to own and use as you wish. What a fucking stupid bitch I was to believe anyone cared about me. Well here it is," Callie put both legs up on her desk spreading them wide exposing her pussy to him. "Use it before I get locked up. You probably had no intention of keeping me out of jail anyway."

After all he had done for her and all they had shared in the last days Padraic saw red. Throwing the contract away he picked her up bodily as she fought futilely against him and dragged her to his desk, throwing her face down onto it. Opening the chest he had brought from the playroom he cuffed and tied her hands behind her back as she screamed obscenities at him like she had the first day he had brought her to his home.

Reaching down to grasp and ankle of her kicking legs he applied a cuff with a short chain and connected to the cuffs on her wrists, doing the same with the other ankle. Both panting heavily from their exertions he pulled her from his desk to kneel at his feet, the cuffs and chains binding her in that position. Looking down on her with a face full of thunder he slapped her cheek, "Open your potty mouth now!"

Callie knew what was coming and kept her head down and her mouth closed but Padraic was relentless, he grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head back slapping her cheek with the other hand, "Open your whorish potty mouth now!"

Callie cried out and his piss flowed into her mouth and down her chest, "Swallow," he said hoarsely.

As soon as she gulped once he stopped and let her go to fall back onto the floor. Callie tried to curl into a ball but the restraints wouldn't let her so she lay sobbing at his feet.

"Tomorrow we go to court, Callie," he let his words sink in. "Maybe you would rather go to jail and be kept as a dyke's baby bitch. That little cunt you're so fond of being traded to prison guards for extra luxuries for your Momma."

Callie cried pitifully and it almost broke Padraic to be so cruel but she had pushed him past his limits. He pulled the gag from the chest and wedged it into her mouth silencing the crying to a degree with a cock shaped pacifier which he quickly buckled in place. Picking her up he knelt her in the corner and went and got some carpet sanitizer to spray on the patches of piss.

Callie sobbed again into her gag, the fresh memories stinging her all the more as she realised she had been fooling herself feeling secure and loved with Uncle Paddy/Daddy. She had only ever relied on herself and being duped into thinking he loved her was stupid. He was like all men. He just wanted her body and sex. Callie knew her options were limited and in comparison, this wasn't a bad situation she just had to be smart about it. Hardening her heart she stopped crying and sat looking at the wall reminding herself she could be in worse places.

Padraic heard the crying stop and looked over at her. Calm now he approached her and took the gag away before undoing and removing the cuffs. Picking the silent girl up he took her to the bathroom and sponged her down ridding her off the smell and stickiness of his piss. They had said nothing. He was waiting for her apology and she was totally unresponsive to anything he did. Confused, he dressed her and left her to fix her hair, "yes Daddy," was all she had said. Padraic went to the kitchen to prepare lunch thinking over the events of the morning anxiously.

Her words, 'What a fucking stupid bitch I am to believe anyone cared about me,' rang in his ears and he realised after winning her trust, he hadn't explained why it was naughty. He had announced it and punished her for her reaction. She didn't know Daddy's rules, yet he had expected her to because it felt like she had always been his. Now the sweet loving girl was gone again replaced by an obedient automaton. That wasn't what he wanted and he wasn't sure how bad the damage he caused to their relationship was. Trust was a hard thing to gain and nearly impossible to repair once gone.

Callie came into the kitchen quietly and climbed up on a stool to watch Padraic make lunch. He turned to her smiling, "Hello baby. Don't you look pretty now?" Callie just looked through him and he worried more. "Baby lunch will be a little longer. Go get your diary and a pencil for Daddy," he continued light heartedly even though his anxiousness gnawed at him.

Callie came back with her Diary and put it on the bench before her. Smiling, Padraic approached. He loved the diary, it was a mismatch of words, drawing and collage that detailed their first few days together. He leafed through the first few the pages laughing at one thing or another trying to get a giggle from his baby but barely raising a smile and realising how far she had shut down into that lonely, untrusting, independent girl he had first met.

Turning the visual diary upside down and over he opened it like a fresh new book at the back end of it. Tilting her chin up with a finger so their eyes met she spoke quietly, "I am sorry about this morning baby. Daddy expected you to know the rules without having explained properly. So we will start here and to make sure you understand we will give each one its own page. The first page will be a cover page for 'Daddy's rules'."

Callie was taken aback by his apology and the sincerity in his eyes so she dropped hers to the book murmuring, "Yes, Daddy."

Taking the pencil from her he scribbled, 'Daddy's Rules' in the centre of the page. Turning to the next page he scribbled as he talked, "Rule number one: Daddy Loves Callie no matter what." Padraic made her look up at him again before continuing, "No matter the arguments, the punishments, what other people say, Daddy will love you and protect you always, Callie."

Callie dropped her eyes and he scribbled what he had said quickly murmuring, "You will have to fix these pages up and make them pretty like the rest of your diary." Flicking to the next page he wrote in big strong letters as she spoke, "Rule 2: Daddy knows best" underneath he scrawled in smaller print, 'little girls must eat breakfast.'

Callie smiled despite herself, but remained silent as he flicked to a new page.

"Rule 3: Calliope belongs to Daddy," Padraic started. He continued to scrawl as he spoke, "Permission must be given by Daddy for any use of Callie to avoid damage from overuse or over stimulation." Again he made her look at him, "I am sorry I did not explain this morning, but you did not really give me the chance either."

"But it's my body," she whispered heartedly, "I know how it feels and what it wants." Her eyes lowered knowing this was not the right response and preparing for the punishment.

Rather than saying anything he scribbled another line, 'See rule two Daddy knows best.' Padraic looked up and grinned at Callie. Callie looked at him not sharing the smile.

Padraic flicked another page, "Rule 4: Callie is not allowed to lie or withhold any information from Daddy. This may or may not include: her past, her present, her future, her health, her emotional state, any area pertinent to her well being and happiness, including Daddy."

He lifted her face to his again and smiled, "I want to know it all, Callie, even when you're disappointed in me." His smile faltered, "You are disappointed in me, aren't you?"

Callie said nothing dropping her eyes from his before lifting the again and seeing the hurt there. "I am just..." she faltered, "It's just that..."

Padraic rescued her by flicking the page after a moment or two of silence, "Rule 5: Calliope will watch her language and remember to present herself as lady like when not in the 'bedroom' if she becomes a potty mouth she will be treated like one." Padraic flicked past that page quickly knowing she understood her consequences well.

"Rule 6," he went on quickly, "Daddy will approve all clothing." Again he scribbled more information below the rule. "In applying this, Daddy provides general guidelines and will let Callie use her judgement when he is unable to do so, but Daddy reserves the right to override her choices."

Feeling he was on much safer ground now he stopped and looked at her, "There will be rules about food and playtime including masturbation but these will do to start. If you are unsure of anything you have only to ask. Daddy likes you to ask. Do you understand baby?" 

Callie nodded, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl, start making rule one pretty while I finish lunch, leave room underneath for addendum's, not so much with rule one because Daddy will love you no mater what but with the other rules it will be important," he smiled widely at her showing his pleasure but she bowed her head to the work rather than acknowledge him.

'Anyone could say they loved you,' Callie thought, 'but actions spoke louder than words. The contract he had waved at her made her a possession along with the rules she must follow. People loved and took care of their cars and toys with rules like that. It amounted to the same thing,' she thought angrily.

She had smiled during the giving the rules, he consoled himself, but getting his free spirited baby back after this mornings altercation would be more difficult than he had thought. He presented their carefully prepared lunch and she dutifully put the book away and took up the cutlery to eat. Padraic tried to make conversation but what he got in return were polite succinct answers. 

Morose and wondering how to repair the damage done, he left her to clean the kitchen and went to his study to make a call. In the middle of his call, Callie appeared at the door of the study he waved her in as he listened and spoke cryptically to the other person finally saying, "You must know more. I will call you back in an hour. Be there." 

Hanging up the phone Padraic looked at Callie, "Come over here, baby," he said softly holding out a hand to her. Obediently she rose and padded across the room to him taking his hand. Padraic pulled her into his lap and clicked at his mouse bringing up the email he had sent her for today's chores. "Now let's see, what made my baby so hot today she couldn't keep her hands off herself?" Padraic smirked, "Read the story to Daddy, baby."

She read almost clinically this time past all the paragraphs she had read previously. Then she began to read more carefully as new story met her eyes, 

"His voice was so deep I couldn't really hear his words, but rather felt them permeating my flesh like each sound wave spoke individually to me. He said, "Cum for me, babygirl..." and slid the vibrator (affectionately known as Daddy's Temp.,) gently inside. Gently. But only once. As soon as he pulled it almost completely free of the dripping wet lips, he pounded the full length of it back in, the top of his fist almost punching against me. I screamed and writhed beneath him as his command and his careful orchestrations of my body left glistening wet trails down the insides of my trembling thighs, coated his fingers and dripped down all over the Temp." (Story by barilicious)

Callie's voice trailed off as her Daddy's fingers invaded her hot little cunt stroking in and out roughly, his voice whispered deeply in her ear, "Would you like a temp, baby?" he manoeuvred her over his lap undoing his buckle and fly to free his cock, "Not that you need one with Daddy's cock always ready," he smirked and lifted her slightly to position her over his cock. Lifting her legs over the arms of his wide chair he thrust up into her roughly, one hand moving to rub at her clit as he fucked her. He kissed her neck and nipped at it growling into her ear, "Do you want to cum for your Daddy, baby girl?"

Callie did not reply but her panting and whimpering showed her need. After the morning and the anxious lunch, his need to reclaim his baby was strong. Picking her up, he placed her over his desk and began pounding into her. She whimpered and mewled, panting in her heat but still she said nothing so he pulled from her and turned her to face him. His hand dropped to toy with her clit again as the other held her chin, "What do you need, baby girl? Daddy needs to hear it."

Coldly without emotion she murmured, "Please, Daddy, fuck me."

Padraic was shocked into anger, "No," he said equally coldly. Cuffing her hands behind her back again he picked her up and walked from his study to her room. Putting her in bed he leaned over her and growled, "Have a nap, baby," he shook his head, "Daddy doesn't like it when you act like the nasty unfeeling little whore who did clients in the club. You are not that girl anymore. Daddy loves you, he deserves better than that." 

Running his hand between her legs and teasing her until she was panting he pulled his hand away. Leaning in close he kissed her passionately, but there was no passion or need returned despite her heated state. "I adore you, Calliope, but you need to follow my rules. I won't be treated like some client you pay lip service to. I want to be your Daddy and care for you but most of all I want you to want and need me." He tucked her zebra under the covers beside her and smiled sadly down on her before turning and leaving the room. She had said nothing, no rage, no cursing, no tears, she had just gazed up at him with those wide green eyes. 

Padraic stood outside her room for a while hoping to hear tears or tantrums or anything but there was nothing but silence, so he went to the kitchen and got himself a beer going back to the study to make the call he had promised to return.

Thirty minutes later he hung up the phone shaking his head, Callie's mother knew less about her than he did. The lush could tell him no favourite things, no friend's names, he doubted she would have even known the name of the school Callie attended or where she had worked after leaving school. Leaving his study to go check on her he opened the door to her room silently. Callie appeared to be asleep so he went to her and undid her cuffed her hands smiling as she gathered the goofy zebra in her arms and settled again. Padraic leaned down and kissed her cheek before leaving the room closing the door silently behind him.

Callie waited a few moments after the door closed and rolled to her back. Her hand trailed down her body wanting to release all the pent up energy from the day but try as she might to remember the story or the excitement of the last few days Padraic's disappointed expression, the sad voice telling her he adored her and the kiss on her cheek kept interrupting her thoughts. She gave up and rolled over again to look at the zebra.

"Why, the fuck does he care what I do?" Callie asked the zebra, "It's not like anyone else ever has." The door opened and Padraic stood there. He crossed to floor to her bed and sitting he pulled her and the toy into his lap and held her close as she went rigid in his arms. 

"Calliope, listen to me carefully," Padraic said in a soft voice, "I know the people who should have loved you and looked after in your life have let you down time and time again. I was one of them. I am your uncle and should have seen what was happening and been there for you," he admitted sadly. "But I am here now and I do care what you do, very much so." Padraic tilted her chin up to look into her eyes and kiss her softly.

"I understand that the type of relationship we have now is strange and new to you, but I want it so badly, Callie. I want you to be my girl," he stopped and let her process that. "I want to look after you and care for you and teach you so much. I want to love you, Callie, but this is not just about sex. Our relationship is more, so much more, than just sex. I need you to trust me to know what's best for you and understand when Daddy punishes you it is for a reason, not to be cruel even though some punishments might feel that way."




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 04



Callie relived the feeling of abandonment she felt as she had sat in the corner and he ignored her. It had hurt her more than the humiliation of his punishment for her cursing, and in that hurt coming to the realisation that she was merely a toy, a play thing he could use or put aside without care. She hadn't said anything as she gazed up at him her face impassive as if she had just shut down. 

Padraic tried to shock her back to reality, "You looked after yourself for a long time, Callie, and look where it got you. You were in jail on charges of prostitution. Is that what you want? Do you want to go back to that club and those dirty old men using you and tossing you aside? Do you want the life of a whore for hire? Having no one care about you or love you for the amazing girl you truly are, rather than stay here with me? "

Callie felt her chest tighten. She had nothing and no one to go to or rely on except herself until now and she felt the tears welling in her eyes.

"From the time I picked you up I have adored you, Callie. You are beautiful, intelligent, sassy, creative and most of the time such a good little girl for me," he smiled down on her, "I have been so proud of how far you have come in such a short time from the little whore with the potty mouth I picked up that first day," Padraic kept talking trying to find some way to make her see the depth of his affection for her.

Callie thought back to the abrasive first interactions she had with him, remembering well her attempts to manipulate him, believing she could manoeuvre around his harsh exterior to get her own way as she always had.

"Callie, if I did not care about you, I wouldn't punish you or try to teach you how to act like a little lady," he looked at her, "We have both been on our own for far too long and we need each other." he let out a large sigh, "I thought having you sign the contract and making you obey me would be enough at first. I was hurt deeply some years ago and had closed myself off." 

"Having you here at home with me the last few days has reawakened the need I have to look after a little girl like you. The joy and the pleasure I get from seeing you happy and contented. I want to feel that deep bond of love and trust between two people again. I had thought it was blooming within our relationship. It was, wasn't it?" Padraic leaned down kissing her upturned face, noticing her glassy eyes, "Was the punishment really so bad you have hidden all your feelings from me?"

Her voice was a whisper, "I am not a thing you can pick up and play with or cast aside as it pleases you." Callie spoke louder but a deadpan voice, "You can't own another person make them sign a contract and treat them how you want and expect that it's okay, like leasing a piece of equipment or a car. What happens when the contract runs out do you trade them in and upgrade to a newer model? Throw the old one on the scrap heap? Put them in a corner and ignore them while you go on about your business?"

"Oh baby no," Padraic was aghast remembering how he had waved it at her threateningly that morning. "Contracts like the one I had you sign are there to protect us both, not to make you feel that way." Cuddling her close he explained what she had signed again and what would make up the new contract. 

He wanted her stay with him and yes it was a way to safe guard that but there were out clauses and room for negotiating within that time frame. Callie would follow his rules and do some paid work for him to earn an allowance which he would pay weekly into a bank account for her. He would care for her like a princess and make all decisions when it came to her welfare. In public they would be seen as a normal couple, albeit with a large age gap but in private he would be her loving Daddy and she his adored baby girl.

She would undergo some training in how to best please him which would include learning about some forms of the BDSM lifestyle and culture. They would both be able to set limits and introduce kinks and fetishes as her confidence grew but she must try all that he asks before denying him something as a limit. She will be given a safe word in these circumstances. His voice became animated as he spoke of the BDSM side of the contract and she could tell it excited him greatly.

"We will belong to each other, baby. You will belong to me, but like a wife belongs to a husband, or as lovers belong to each other, not as an object to be owned. I want to look after you and care for you, Callie. Let me back into your heart and mind. Let Daddy love you," his eyes almost pleaded with her and the sadness in his voice told her that he was hurt by her continued coldness.

Callie felt her turmoil and resolve to shut herself off from his words weaken as she listened to him and the sadness in his voice. He had sounded so sincere when he said he needed her, loved her and wanted to care for her. It began to dawn on her just how much power she had over his world even as she gave up control over her own life to him.

"I don't like being put in the corner," Callie murmured softly, testing this realisation.

"Good," Padraic smirked at her surprise to his response, "if you liked being punished, it wouldn't be very effective now, would it?" he leaned down as kissed her again feeling her begin to kiss him back. He felt some of the tension leave his body as held her tightly to him. "I don't like having to punish you, baby. But you are a good girl really and I wont have to punish you very often will I, Calliope?"

Callie shook her head, still considering all he had said, "No, Daddy." Callie squirmed in his lap, admitting to herself that she enjoyed the feel of his arms around her and looked up at him. He had apologised to her several times during the long talk and she guessed it was her turn as she mulled over everything he had said. "I am sorry, Daddy. The contract scared me and then you put me in the corner and ignored me and...," her voice trailed off.

"Daddy has some training to do too," Padraic smiled down on her, "I have never had a feisty little girl quite like you to look after before. We need to look after each other. No more shutting down and not telling me what is wrong, baby. I had no idea what you thought or how you felt about the contract."

"It's okay, Daddy, I will train you too," Callie grinned cheekily letting go of her hurt and mistrust as she felt the need he had for her to love him in return, not just own her or use her and she felt the power that that gave her in their relationship. Padraic laughed and cuddled her tightly making her squeak. 

"Now," Callie said still grinning, "About this Daddy's temp you asked if I needed."

Padraic growled into her ear, "You think you need one with Daddy right here?"

Callie stroked her hand over his cheek and stretched up to kiss him deeply wanting to erase both their hurt and anxiety from the long day. Breaking the kiss she squirmed around to kneel astride his lap and lean into whisper hotly in his ear, "Please fuck me, Daddy."

Padraic smirked and lifted her face to kiss her again stroking his hands over her body. Standing and placing her on the floor at his feet Padraic freed his cock and brushed it against her lips, as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them. Looking down into her upturned face as her tongue snaked out to taste him he growled, "Suck Daddy's cock, Baby. Make him nice and hard first."

Callie opened her lips fluttering her tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth. Padraic pulled off his shirt and reached down to guide her head over his shaft, groaning he pulled her free and pushed her head under the now hard shaft to run that soft tongue over his heavy ball sac.

"Fuck," Padraic groaned and pulled her up to him stripping her dress and laying her face up on the bed. Pulling her knees up to her chest he spread them widely before moving close enough to rub his throbbing cock over her cunt. Leaning down he kissed her deeply swallowing her whimpers as he thrust into her deeply, watching as her eyes flared wide. He began moving slowly savouring the taste and feel of her.

Callie whimpered raising her hips up to meet his. Leaning over her he gathered her up into his arms and rolled to his back pulling her knees down over his hips. "Fuck me baby, show Daddy how much you love it," his voice was deep and rough as she began to move over him slowly. Padraic held her hips guiding her movements before moving his hands to her breasts to help her sit up on him and embed his cock deep within her as she started to rise and fall on him again. 

Padraic's fingers found her breasts again teasing and pulling at her nipples as she rode him, his growling moans urging her on and she began to ride him roughly the tendrils of sweet pain filling her chest as she rolled her hips rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. "Mm. Yes. Fuck me, Baby!" he said in that voice that made her quiver. 

Seeing her quiver and her movements falter, Padraic lowered a hand to pinch her clit pulling on it he growled, "Cum Baby, cum on Daddy's cock." He watched, his need high as she arched back and cried out, her tight little cunt clamping around his cock milking at his it with spasm after spasm as she cam hard and long. His thrust up into her harder as his cock swelled and spurted into her their cries of pleasure filling her small room.

Callie collapsed on top of him as she shook her breathing ragged, she clung to him, wave after wave of pleasure rolling into her body. Placing her head on his chest she listened to Padraic's heart beat rapidly and smiled. 

They lay there for long minutes before Padraic sat up holding the girl to him. Standing and carrying her out of her room he grinned, "It's getting late, baby. How about a bath before dinner?"

Padraic placed her in the bath and ran the water for her, "I am going to see what I can rustle up dinner." Leaving her to soak Padraic walked into the kitchen, considering their conversation. He needed to remind himself how naïve she was and not assume she understood the things he told her completely. He was so out of practise and she was not a girl who had come to him willingly to learn more about his lifestyle and knew what to expect. Padraic quickly put together a pizza topping on a premade base and slid it into the oven before going to check on Callie. 

Callie had finished washing and was lying back as he walked in, she sat up and smiled, "All clean."

"Good girl," he replied. "I realised I haven't explained what I expect from you very well, Calliope," he continued as he lifted her from the bath wrapping her in a big towel. "I like doing things like this for you and when I am home, I will always want to help you with bath times and a lot of the everyday day things. It makes me happy," he rubbed her down drying her thoroughly, "But there will be times you will have to do it without Daddy's help."

Hanging the towel back up as she nodded and said, "Yes, Daddy," he turned back to her. 

"I like things to be a certain way and it will be your job to help make sure things are kept the way Daddy likes them," Padraic picked her up and walked back to her room. "Fix up the messy bed while I find you some jammies to wear," he smiled putting her down on her feet. Watching her stretch over the high bed to straighten the covers and pillows he felt his cock stir again and decided against the sheer lingerie opting for a pink and white cotton baby doll nightie and cotton panties.

Kissing her forehead as she finished straightening her bed he smiled, "Get dressed and brush your hair, maybe some braids tonight. I will go see if dinner is ready."

Callie dressed quickly and sat at her dressing table to do her hair. She was glad he was explaining things to her now in one way but in another she worried about his expectations and the rules she he had written into her diary for her. It made her place in their relationship more real. It wasn't just pretending or play-acting as a little girl, he expected her to be one and depend on him for guidance, in all things. 

Her mind tumbled again, with that sort of control also came responsibility she realised and he would protect her and keep her safe here with him, 'I don't really understand how he likes things or wants them to be. How can I promise to be his girl or a whole year?' Callie asked herself and as quickly answered her own question, 'its not like anyone else wants me and he really does want me here with him.'

Truth be told she liked being looked after so well, excluding today from her mind she thought about meeting Mama Bea and Grandpa Carl on Friday and the day they had together yesterday, the quiet routine he had of work in the mornings and fun things and relaxed afternoons and evenings. She had not had anyone look after her so well that she could remember and while it could be stifling at times, she did feel wanted and loved. Sliding her slippers on her feet she wandered out to the kitchen.

Callie climbed up on a stool at the counter and watched Padraic as he took the pizza from the oven. He wasn't classically handsome. He was probably only just six foot but compared to her, everyone was tall. His dark hair was liberally sprinkled with grey and he had lines etched into his brow and around his eyes. Callie let her eyes roll over his solid figure and stifled a giggle as she tried to imagine how a six pack would look on him rather than his small paunch making him raise an eyebrow at her.

Callie blinked her eyes innocently up at him as he cut the pizza and handed her a plate. "Thank you, Daddy. Yum pizza," she smiled. Over dinner they talked more and rather than turn on TV he took her out to sit on the back deck and watch the stars in the cool breeze as he continued to talk about how her life would be with him. He hinted at kinks and fetishes by generalising it, saying she would be taught about the naughty sexy things Daddy really liked. He kept the conversation concentrated on her daily life and the time when he would need to return to work.

Callie lay in his arms curled against him as he stroked her and spoke listening to her questions and concerns not that she had many, her mind was so full of rules and expectations and she began to grow tired. Padraic leaned down and kissed her, "It's been a long day and we have to go to the city tomorrow, so bed time for you I think, young lady."

Padraic stood and picked her up in his arms cradling her close as he walked murmuring in her ear, "I am such a lucky Daddy to have you, Callie." 

He put her down onto the bed but she kept her arms wrapped around his neck, "Stay with me till I fall asleep please, Daddy?"

Smiling widely, Padraic kissed her, "If I stay, you may not get enough sleep. Daddy finds you too hard to resist, baby."

Callie grinned and leaned up to kiss him deeply trying to pull him into the big bed with her whispering, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard." She squeaked as he smacked her bottom hard.

"You are a very naughty girl sometimes, Calliope," the smile on her face remained and his hand smacked her cotton covered ass again making her squeal and wriggle against him. Groaning he sat up in the bed and pulled her across his lap, pulling her panties down roughly. "Naughty girls get spanked," he growled pushing one hand between her legs to tease her widening her thighs as his other hand crashed onto her wriggling ass.

He spanked her twice more before standing again and pulling her to the edge of the bed face down. Heated by his teasing fingers and the red hand prints warming her ass she lifted her hips begging him to fuck her. "Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me hard." 

Padraic undid his pant s letting them drop, her words urging him on he entered her and began to pound into her hard and deep his fingers digging into her hips and he pulled her on and off his cock. Her cries of pleasure were music to his ears and he grabbed her red ass cheeks pulling him apart and looking at the tight dark star there that would be his soon making his cock swell with his need to possesses every inch of the girl. Letting go he curled a hand under her to torture her clit with twisting pinches that brought tears to her eyes and louder cries and he roared, "Cum now naughty slut."

Her howls were counterpoint to his growls as he came with her slapping her ass again making her bliss endure. Picking her up with his cock still deeply within her he climbed into the bed and curled up with her spooning the small body into his.

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Padraic had slipped from her bed and worked into the night ensuring that, even though the case would be a mere formality, everything had been thoroughly checked and all the documents were in his briefcase. Finally satisfied, he went to bed for a couple of hours sleep before rising at five am to get them both ready to go to the city.

After showering and shaving, Padraic pulled on a pair of boxers and went to wake his baby. Slipping into her bed, he pulled her softly to him as she began to stir. He kissed her neck softly as his hands stroked over her breasts and thighs making her purr like a sleepy kitten. Her thighs widened and he slipped his hand between her legs, teasing her with his fingers before plunging two into hot little cunt.

"You're such a hot little slut," Padraic murmured into her ear as he pressed his thumb against her clit rubbing it as he finger fucked her. Pulling his fingers from her as she quivered on edge, he pressed them to her mouth and she whimpered in need. 

"Please, Daddy," Callie whimpered around his fingers turning to rub against her hips rocking up against him. "Please, Daddy, fuck me!" there was passion in her voice and eyes Padraic growled low and rolled over lifting her hips to his and entering her almost gently. Pressing his lips to hers he began to move within her slowly savouring the feel of her, listening to her mewls as she lifted her legs up around his hips and rocked her hips with his movements.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, "Harder, Daddy, harder, faster."

Stilling his movements holding deep within her he stroked her, hair from her face and gazed down on her, kissing her again, her sweet voice begging to be used feeding his need to dominate her. Startling her, he suddenly pulled from her and flipped her to her belly raising her hips up to him as he knelt on the bed and slammed into her hard making her cry out.

Slapping her ass hard he growled and pounded into her, his hands gripped her ass cheeks pulling them apart and gazing on her dark little star of an asshole and he spat on it making her squeal in surprise as he fucked back onto his raging hard cock. Still gripping her cheeks as he fucked her he let his thumb slide down the crevice of her ass to the spit covered hole, slowly forcing the thumb into her as she trembled whimpering loudly in her heat. "Fuck'" he groan as all her muscles clenched around him, "Cum, baby, cum for Daddy."

Lifting her face from the bed, she howled as her body jerked and shook with the power of her orgasm. His thumb fucked at her ass as he stroked into her powerfully he felt his own cum rise up from his balls and he ploughed into her deeply pulling his thumb from her and slapping her ass hard as he filled her with his seed.

Padraic collapsed back on the bed watching the cum drip from her hot little cunt, "Fucking sexy little whore," he growled and reached out to slap her ass again just to hear her cry out, "Come and clean Daddy."

Crawling around on shaky legs as she panted and whimpered she turned her teary eyes on him before lowering her head and lapping in long slow strokes form his balls up his shaft to the tip. Lying back, Padraic moaned as she worshipped his cock with her soft tongue, cleaning their cum from him.

Callie felt him tug her hair and crawled up is body to kiss him and lay in his arms. "We have a big day today, baby, no time to be lying around." He smacked her bottom and she yelped. Rolling from the bed he picked her up and kissed her again as he took her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet while he went to run her bath.




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 04



Padraic smiled over at her as she peed, making her blush deeply, "I know being so fair, you don't have to be as vigilant as other girls about body hair, but it needs to all go today. Do you need Daddy to help you?"

Callie was mortified, she shook her head, "No, Daddy." She flushed and went to wash her hands automatically.

"Good girl," taking a new razor he put it on the edge of the bath, before picking her up and kissing her and holding her to him briefly, "I adore you, Calliope. You make me the happiest Daddy in the world." He put her down into the bath and leaned down to stroke her cheek as she smiled up at him.

She wasn't sure what to say and blinked before whispering, "Love you, Daddy." He stood beaming at her and left her to her bath as she considered her own words. Did she love him? She had realised yesterday how much she truly did care about him, and that he made her feel secure and loved for the first time in a very long time. She certainly felt more for him than any other member of her family and friends. She guessed she did love him in her own way and she smiled. It was the talk of contracts that took the love out of it for her.

She thought back to that first day, "jail or me", had been his ultimatum. Her minds eye saw the sullen little brat she had been sitting in his study. He probably felt he didn't have a choice that day, that girl was not about to follow any rules willingly. Callie giggled, she wasn't how sure how willing she was now but she knew making him happy made her feel good, and disappointing him was painful, not just on a physical level.

As she sat and thought about Padraic her hands worked automatically to shave her legs and armpits. The water was murky and she wrinkled her nose. "Daddy..." she called out.

Padraic came in and looked at her questioningly, "What's up?"

"The waters all yucky. I want a shower," she pouted at him.

Padraic smirked, she was adorable, "Okay, baby, it will be better to wash your hair in the shower. Let the bath water out and Daddy will help you."

"I can do it..." Callie started to protest.

"I like to help you, baby. Let Daddy look after you properly," he tried not to growl at her protests reminding himself it had only been a few days and she did not know all the rules, yet.

Callie acquiesced, reminding herself that he had told her yesterday doing all the little things for her made him happy as she pulled the plug in the bath and stood up.

Turning the shower on and letting her stand under it a moment he soaped up his hands with shampoo and asked her to kneel down. He gently washed and conditioned her hair massaging her scalp as he went. Callie almost purred, as it felt good and relaxed letting him do what made him happy.

Towelling her dry, he combed the tangles from her hair and picked her up carrying her naked out to the kitchen and popping her on a stool. "We will get you dressed after breakfast so you don't spill anything on your big girl outfit," he spoke as he pushed a small bowl of cereal in front of her. "It's going to be a long morning, so you need a big breakfast today, baby. No pouting or arguing with Daddy," he warned.

Callie nodded as she spooned more cereal into her mouth watching him. Padraic placed a piece of toast on her plate then covered it with a ham, avocado and tomato before adding a poached eggs and a dollop of hollandaise sauce. Making himself a plate, he sat beside her. "This is Daddy's favourite breakfast, eggs Benedict," he smiled and picked up his knife and fork as Callie pulled her plate closer inspecting it.

"That's a lot of breakfast Daddy," she said dubiously, "and I ate all my cereal, see." Callie held up her bowl.

"Try it, baby. I told you yesterday as long as you try Daddy will be happy. If you just say no that's when you get in trouble," he looked sternly at her imagining she was biting back a smart mouthed retort and wanting to smile as he held his serious expression until she picked up her knife and fork and began to eat.

Unable to help herself she mumbled under her breath, "You're gonna make me fat."

Padraic chuckled, "Daddy doesn't give you enough exercise?"

Callie looked up at him in feigned innocence, "Whatever do you mean?"

Chuckling and smacking her thigh he murmured "Brat," but he was clearly enjoying the joke.

Callie had eaten three quarters of her breakfast and pointed out that she had a belly like Buddha now, arching her back to make it protrude more before he relented. "Okay, baby, clean up the kitchen and Daddy will go get dressed. Then he will help you," he smiled picking her up off the stool and hugging the girl to him, "I cook and you clean up." 

Putting her on her feet and smacking her bottom lightly he turned and walked off to the other end of the house. Callie realised she had never seen his bed room and peered after him before starting the clean up. She didn't mind really because he was as fastidious with cooking as he was with everything else, cleaning after himself as he went. All she really had to do, once she found there was a dishwasher was rinse their plates and stack it.

He hadn't returned when she was done so she padded into her room and started making her bed. The bed was very high and she found it difficult to smooth everything nicely so she hid the wrinkles with Zeb. His voice behind her surprised her, "Just ask if you need help baby. Don't do things half assed," he smacked her lightly again making her squeak before leaning over her bed and smoothing out the wrinkles.

"But the bed is so high and I am not big enough," she pouted.

"I know, baby, that's why Daddy loves you so much," he leaned down and kissed her. "Now let's get you ready. He pulled out the make up bag that had remained untouched while she had been with him. He discarded all the heavy foundations and opened a small drawer in her dressing table where he had put a tinted sunscreen from the shopping they had done, "Use this for now." The tint made her face glow rather than covered it and he let her have eye-liner and mascara and a pale pink lip gloss which she used sparingly. Her youthful prettiness shone through.

He gave her a matching set of panties and push up bra in navy blue and a pair of thigh high stockings. The elastic tops nestled snugly against her skin eliminating the need for a garter belt. He took a navy blue dress from her cupboard and pulled it over her head. The skirt hung from her hips and flared out slightly as he buttoned up the tailored form fitting bodice and adjusted the quarter sleeves. It was like a tailored dress form the '50s and she thought it looked cool in a retro sort of way as she twirled in front of the mirror making the skirt flare out.

Taking her hand he sat her in front of the dresser again, "Brush your hair. It's almost dry and use this headband to keep it off your pretty face. Here are your shoes. Come to the study when you're ready."

Callie walked into his study and gasped. Gone was the frumpy Daddy who loved lounging around in his boxers at home, in front of her stood a handsome older gentleman in a dark suit. He looked authoritative and affluent, even his slight paunch was hidden by the cut of the suit and the tie he wore. 'My Daddy is a spunky monkey,' she whispered and giggled causing Padraic to look at her and raise an eyebrow.

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Callie's long blonde hair bounced around her shoulders as they walked side by side through the court house. He did not hold her hand as he always did but rather guided her with a gentle hand behind her back. They were early and they sat outside the court room until it opened. Padraic was greeted by several lawyers who knew him and she was polite but quiet when she was introduced. 

She had been looking around as the ante room filled up and she recognised some of the girls she used to work with. They however did not seem to recognise her as they glanced her way, their eyes falling rather on her handsome Daddy sizing him up. She felt inexplicably possessive of him and wished they wouldn't look at him that way. She wanted to hold his hand desperately but he had instructed her that here it was to be all business, lawyer/client, but she couldn't help but move slightly closer.

"Hello there," a familiar voice sounded beside Callie and she looked up to see Carl Lewis. Pulling Callie from the seat he hugged her, "How are you doing, Princess?" 

She had never needed a hug more than right then and knew she couldn't hug her lawyer like that and she wrapped her arms around Carl, "What are you doing here?" Callie stepped back and straightened her skirt fidgeting as Padraic rose and shook Carl's hand. 

He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "I wouldn't be much of a newly appointed grandpa if I didn't come and make sure you were alright, would I?"

"Thank you," Callie whispered back, "I needed a hug and I can't really touch him here." She looked up at Padraic.

Carl reached down and took her hand, "It's for the best. You can hold my hand until it's over, then you can hold anyone's hand you like." 

The doors opened and they filed into the courtroom with the group and sat in the seats provided at the rear of the courtroom as each case was called. Calliope stood with Padraic as her name was called and heard murmuring behind her turning her head slightly to see one of her former friends looking at her wide eyed with a hand to her cheek. 

Calliope listened quietly as Padraic and the state lawyer put forth her case and requesting that no judgement be recorded against her as long as she fulfilled the terms of the probation. She was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time and had not engaged in sexual intercourse with any clients of the establishment she was found in.

The judge turned to Calliope, "Miss Cooper, do you understand fully what has been said here today?"

"Yes, Your Honour."

"And do you agree to live with your Uncle Padraic during the length of your probation and seek lawful means of employment?"

Callie looked up at Padraic who smiled softly at her before looking up at the judge again, "Yes, Your Honour, I would like that very much."

"You seem like a nice young lady. I hope I do not see you in my court room again," the judge turned back to the lawyers.

The papers for her probation were signed with the court bailiff and in the blink of an eye, they were out on the footpath again. It was over and she had agreed in court to stay with Padraic, though in her own mind the decision had already been made, last night. For the first time in many years she had someone to care about her and somewhere to call home. She had let herself open up to what Padraic offered her and truthfully, as she looked up at the two men beside her, she liked being treated like a spoilt little princess.

She grinned then as they both looked at her, "Can we go to cold rock now? I have been soooooooo good."

Carl chuckled but looked at Padraic, who had rolled his eyes in despair before throwing up his hands in defeat, "Fine, but something super healthy for dinner tonight." Callie wrinkled her nose in distaste before grabbing their hands and pulling them along the street in the direction of the cold rock store she had seen as they had walked to the court house.

Through intricate negotiations that tested all of his legal skills Padraic had limited the size of the sundae she was still ordering as he sat with Carl and sipped at his coffee. Callie arrived carrying an ice cream container in both hands placing it carefully on the table before she sat down with a big smile. "What did you finally decide on?" Carl asked the smiling girl indulgently. 

"Well," she began, "A brownie on the bottom then some macadamia nut ice cream with mars bar mixed into it then some chocolate ice cream with malteasers and crunchie mixed into that." She took a spoonful and smiled with closed lips, "Oh and hot fudge whipped cream and a malteaser on the top 'cause I don't like those cherries they have here."

"You're going to explode if you eat all that. Daddy and I better help you," he picked up the spoon from his coffee and she opened her mouth in horror as they both took a small spoonful from her dish.

Under the table Padraic's hand caressed her thigh through her dress, "You know," he murmured "The sooner you finish, the sooner we can leave the city where Daddy has to be soooooooo good too."

Callie blushed and giggled, and he squeezed her thigh. "There is no hurry," she teased him, "You're stuck with me now. That probation thing goes both ways remember."

Carl laughed again absolutely enjoying himself, "She was always a smart girl, Paddy. You are going to have your hands full with her to look after."

"Yes," Padraic nodded stroking a finger down Callie's cheek, "I think your right, but I have never been happier about anything as much as I am about being this girl's Daddy." His phone rang and he pulled it from his coat pocket and looked at it before answering, "Hello Bea.."

"Yeah everything went fine, Calliope informs me I am stuck with her now..." Padraic poked his tongue at Callie as she looked up wide eyed. 

Carl laughed again and reached across the table stealing another spoonful of her ice cream and distracting her from Padraic's call. "You are a sweet girl, Calliope. I am sorry I didn't do more for you when you left school," Carl said quietly looking across the table at her. 

She considered him, "I don't think anyone could have helped me then. I think I had to get in this much trouble to work out that I really needed someone. I had pretty much given up on believing anyone cared what I did. I still have doubts sometimes and that hurts Daddy but he's getting better at explaining stuff to me and I am getting better at talking to him about my worries." She shrugged not having meant to say so much.

Carl smiled, "I am really glad he found you when he did, Callie. I didn't think he would ever have another little girl again, and you certainly need someone to look after you. Don't forget though you have a grandpa now too and if you need anything you only have to ask." He smiled as Padraic hung up his phone and said one last thing, "You were always intelligent, Calliope. If at some stage you decide you want to college I will help you all I can."

"You should think about that offer, Calliope. When I go back to work you will have a lot of free time to fill," Padraic joined their conversation.

Callie was stunned, she hadn't really considered it before, she had needed her own money after school and looked for a job not entertaining the idea of further study, "You'd let me go to university?"

"Of course as long as you follow Daddy's rules and it didn't interfere much with your duties at home," he cupped her chin, "I only want the best for you Callie and sometimes I have to work long hours. I can't keep you cooped up in that big old house all day every day, by yourself."

"But..." she stopped herself and looked up, "Can I think about it? I have some questions and I am not sure how to ask them yet."

"Sure, we were not asking you to decide now," Carl grinned, "I was just saying I could help you if it was something you wanted to do."

Padraic grinned, "I am in no hurry to go back to work when I have an irresistible little girl at home to keep me busy. Speaking of which, let's go. I can't be the hands on Daddy I want to be here in the city." He winked at her and cleaned off her chin and lips with a serviette, "Be a good girl and go to the ladies room before we leave. It's a long drive home."

Carl stood as she did and picked her up in a tight hug and kissed her, "Bye for now, baby doll, think about what I said."

She kissed him back and nodded, "mmhmm."

She darted off to the bathroom as he put her down and he shook Padraic's hand. "It's good to see you both so happy, my friend."

Padraic smiled, "Bea is organising some sort of welcome to the family gathering at my place tonight and wouldn't take no for an answer. Be there, would you?" Padraic asked, "Callie will need a friendly familiar face with our pseudo family." 

"Oh Lord," Carl laughed, "Poor Calliope. Sure what time?"

They discussed the details and Carl left enjoying the fun and spontaneity this new couple had brought to his life and the small close knit community they belonged to.

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They were on the way out of town speeding along the freeway when Calliope turned to look at Padraic. "Why do you take your jacket off to drive?"

He was startled by the question, "It's easier I guess, and the jacket doesn't get wrinkled or creased against the seat." 

"Oh. You look handsome in your suit, makes me feel all wet and wriggly, you know, down there..." she grinned cheekily knowing she was distracting him but feeling horny and playful. 

Padraic chuckled, "Be careful little girl or you might not make it home still looking so sweet and innocent." Calliope wriggled in her seat and giggled. Keeping his eyes on the road he reached over with one hand and raised her skirt fumbling blindly between her legs and rubbing against her damp panties. "Such a slutty little girl," he groaned deeply, "If you cum it will leave a big wet spot on the back of your dress and everyone will think you had an accident." Padraic turned his head to smirk at her, putting his hand back on the wheel again.

"But, Daddy," Callie whined "I am so horny now."

Smiling he relented, "You can use your fingers, if you can't wait until we get home. But there will be consequences," he warned her.

Callie leaned back in the seat dipping her hand into her panties and rolling her fingers around her hard clit letting out a sigh of contentment. "This is when I need a 'Daddy's temp' like in the story," she smirked and began to pant as her fingers worked into her sex.

Padraic pulled off the freeway early and headed to the small town closest to home, by passing the mall he pulled up in front of a store just as Callie was tensing and whimpering loudly. He placed his hand over her and growled, "Stop now, little slut." He pulled her hand away and smacked her cunt through her panties jolting her and making her squeal. "Out of the car," he ordered.

Standing on shaky legs Callie leant against the car watching Padraic pull his suit coat on before walking around to take her hand noting the small wet spot on the back of her dress. "Back so soon," Odin greeted them as they walked in with a smile.

Padraic shook his head, "She is a needy little slut," enjoying Calliope's blushes and look or mortification as he took a few minutes to select a box from the shelf, he pulled her behind him showing the box to Odin as he walked to the fitting rooms opening each one until he found the one with a chaise. "Panties off baby," he instructed opening the box. Holding a life like dildo in his hand he pointed to the chaise, "Lie down, show Daddy how much you need a temp," he smirked.

"But... But you're not driving now I don't need..." she started to argue but he cut her off.

"You wanted one baby, now do as Daddy says before he spanks you for teasing him so badly," he lifted her skirt and put the dildo in her hand pressing it against her wet cunt and looking at her sternly.

Callie lowered her hand to tease her clit and she pushed the dildo inside her and started fucking it. Her hips rocked and her body arched as she felt the orgasm she had been denied build again. She cried out as she came over the plastic cock and lay there trembling pulling her hands away and turning her unfocused eyes on Padraic who was standing above her fisting his cock.

She was startled when she felt the dildo on her lips and heard his command, "Suck, Baby." Callie closed her lips around it and sucked as he pushed it into her mouth and his other hand smacked her widely spread cunt before pumping at his own cock again and spraying cum over her dress. "Dirty little girl all covered in cum," he pressed his cock to her lips for her to drain and clean as her eyes refocused. 




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 04



"Stay exactly like that, don't move an inch," he breathed. Taking out his phone he stepped back and took a photo of her, her dress covered in cum her thighs glistening in the harsh light with the dildo lying discarded between them. He unbuttoned the top exposing her breasts and took a couple more pictures, artistically draping her panties around one ankle. "You are fucking gorgeous baby girl," Padraic leaned over and kissed her deeply.

"I need cuddles after sex, Daddy," she whimpered softly.

Picking her up in his arms he sat on the chaise and pulled her into his lap cuddling her close. Padraic smiled and murmured, "All you have to do is ask, Baby."

Callie blushed as she murmured into his ear, "The Daddy's temp was good but it's much better when you fuck me, Daddy."

"I know baby but you had to learn that lesson," Padraic grinned and kissed her.



Calliope's Daddy Ch. 05



Author's note: Thank you so much to my readers that have commented and sent me such wonderful feedback on past stories. Please feel free to comment or email me through the feedback link on my home page. I try my best to get back to everyone who leaves an email for me to respond to. Thank you once again for your continued support. ~ellie

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Padraic and Calliope sat in his study talking about the contract she was to sign. He was going over each detail carefully explaining it to her, so there were no misunderstandings after the last time. 

"This part here, I wanted to ask about that this morning," Callie spoke up for the first time in a while. "You don't want me to work?" She questioned.

"Well there is no need," he explained, "I will be paying a generous allowance into your bank account, and I earn more than enough to sustain us, not that I am mega rich or anything, but we don't have to worry about the extra income."

"But if I wanted to work I could?" Her mind was working quickly.

"Well no, I would rather if you didn't, particularly your last line of work," he chuckled. "In reality I do not want someone else imposing on your life, making you work when Daddy wants to play with you. I don't want anyone to tell you what to do or to have any sort of power over you, that is my job now."

"Oh, but going to school or University would be okay?" She looked up at him with probing eyes.

Padraic considered his answer carefully, "Yes because we could negotiate what you did, and the classes you took to make sure the workload would not be too much for either of us to bear. Plus if you went to University with Carl I would still have the control I needed over your interactions there, to keep you safe from all those nasty men who want to get into your pretty panties."

Callie picked up her pencil and scribbled on the contract as she had seen him do when he changed something and added, 'Calliope can go to school with Grandpa if she wants!' Padraic laughed happily and cuddled her close, "Yes she can."

Padraic checked the time on his computer screen, it was getting to be late afternoon and Bea would be here soon, but they had almost finished. So he worked quickly through the final few clauses. "There we go baby, see it doesn't say I own you, it just clearly defines my responsibilities toward you and your responsibilities toward me because our relationship is a little bit different to most peoples. We have obligations and consequences."

Callie grinned, "I will make you some rules too Daddy, like um, Daddy must always cuddle Callie even if she is a little bit naughty."

"We will talk about rules for Daddy," he laughed and hugged her tightly, "Bath time for you baby, it is getting dark and I need to think about something super healthy for dinner after all that ice cream you had today." Callie pulled a face at him, and he squeezed her bottom, "You're not being cheeky are you," he chuckled.

"No, Daddy! It's just that I am not really dirty,' she tried to hedge and smiled sweetly at him.

Padraic smacked her ass and murmured in her ear, "I know exactly what a dirty little girl you are." He chuckled and let his fingers drift between her thighs as he held her. His fingers delved between her wet pussy lips, and he stroked her clit making her squeal in delight. "Such a dirty girl," he murmured as he brought his fingers up to her face and rubbed them on her lip. Callie's little pink tongue snaked out around them, and he smirked, "Just the way Daddy likes his little girl to be."

She smiled sweetly and kissed him. Padraic carried her to the bathroom, helped her undress and ran her bath, squirting in lots of bubbles. "Daddy?" Callie asked quietly. She watched as he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at her waiting for the question, "Well, it's just that, I like having a Daddy and being little again, I do. But, can I be an adult baby girl sometimes and not have bubbles all the time." Callie chewed her lip before hurrying on, "I mean their fun and all but they aren't meant for a grown up girl's skin and I love some of the different types of bath oils or salts or bombs. Please Daddy, can I have some?" 

Padraic watched her, his expression blank as she danced from foot to foot nervously asking him for the small change to her bath time routine. He grinned, "Callie after yesterday you know you don't have to be nervous about asking me for the things you want." His grin was infectious, and she smiled up at him as he continued, "Most girls I have known love bubbles if you don't that's okay we will pick up some non-stinky girlie stuff next time we go shopping."

"Thanks Daddy, your the best!" She hugged him tight, and he picked her up and put her in the bath. 

"Now clean up while I start dinner I will be back soon," he smiled and closed the door as he left.

Callie lay back in the bath and thought about her day. Being in court had been scary and though she was treated as an adult by the judge and others in the room she found that she didn't want to be like the other women who had been arrested with her. She didn't want to go back to the dancing and the creepy old men and the way she had earned her own money. She liked being looked after and spoilt and loved by Padraic. She was still getting used to exactly what it all meant for her and she found herself happy to be coddled and spoilt and have things done for her while maintaining a cute sexiness that made her Daddy look her with a deep desire.

'Yes,' Callie thought to herself, 'I am happy.' She giggled and splashed water peering through the bubbles at her freshly shaved bald pussy and smooth legs. She had never had so many baths in her entire life as she had taken in the last week and she called out loudly, "Daddy! I am getting old and wrinkly in here!"

A minute later he opened the door smiling, "And what's wrong with old and wrinkly," one eyebrow shot up and he looked at her.

She giggled, "It's very handsome for a Daddy, but girls aren't supposed to be old and wrinkly," she held up her hand for him to see her pruned up fingers.

"Okay baby out you come, then," Padraic picked her up wrapping a towel around her and drying her down walked with her to the bedroom. Placing her on her feet and grinning as he watched her Padraic stepped out of her line of vision. There was an enormous box tied with a pretty ribbon on her bed and her eyes lit up.

"A present? Can I open it now?" Callie's voice was hushed with excitement and she wriggled itching to tear the bulky box open. She was mindful of Daddy's rules though and she wasn't actually sure about present etiquette.

"It's not from me, so I don't know," his face was split by his wide smile as he watched her edge further toward the box before looking up at him in surprise. Padraic burst out laughing, and tightened the towel around her chest letting it hang like a fluffy dress, "Stay right there."

He disappeared out the door, and Callie lifted her hand to the bow on the present, snatching it back as she heard voices approaching. The tall rounded figure of Mama Bea crowded Callie's doorway, "Go away Paddy let me help her get all dressed up, trust me, you will love it."

Callie could hear Padraic grumble and his footsteps walk away from the room. "Look at you precious, all clean and smelling like roses," Bea beamed at Callie. 'Now lets open your surprise," she winked and added, "It will be a lovely surprise for your Daddy too."

Callie pounced on the present and pulled the ribbon loose. Discarding the lid she pulled apart tissue paper to reveal a sequinned and embroidered corset style top with spaghetti straps. She picked it up from the box and a skirt held wide by several stiff petticoats appeared. It was like a ballet dancer's costume all done in a myriad of pale pastel colours. Mama moved forward and unzipped the dress pulling it over Callie's head and pulling her towel away in the same swift movement. 

Callie couldn't help swing her hips and feeling the skirt swish around her thighs as Mama scolded her softly to stand still while she did the zip back up. Once she was free, Callie wriggled and danced around. "I can see your bare bottom when you swing around like that come back over here and put some panties on before I smack it," Bea laughed and Callie blushed holding the skirt down.

Callie took the matching frilly panties from Bea and wiggled into them. "Thank you Mama Bea," Callie said softly, "It's lovely." She smoothed her hands over the fluffy skirt and swayed her hips. "It's beautiful I feel like a fairy princess. I love it," she grinned.

Bea gathered the girl into her arms and cuddled her close, "You're such a sweet girl. You're Daddy is very lucky." Pulling Callie into her large comfy lap Bea gave Callie faux ballet shoes which she slipped onto her feet. "Would you like me to help you with your hair?" Bea asked with a smile.

"Can you make it like a princess's hair?" Callie looked up at her not actually knowing what princess hair looked like herself. 

"Let's see what we can do," Bea sat the girl before the dressing table and picked up a brush. Within minutes, her hair was softly pulled back on the sides and tied with a ribbon which hung down her back with the rest of her hair. "There you go princess, wait here, I will go find your Daddy before he gets cranky and comes looking for us," Bea kissed the top of her head and left the room, but before she could close the door, Padraic was there standing there still grumbling.

"Daddy!" Callie squealed, "Look I am a princess!" And she twirled around the room once before twirling into his arms.

"Of course you are baby. You're always a princess to me," he grinned at her, "You look decidedly regal." He picked her up, "and," he murmured in her ear, "absolutely adorable." Padraic kissed her deep and long. "Now time for my surprise," he grinned. "A few friends have come by to congratulate us on the good job we did today, Grandpa Carl is here and Uncle Odin from the toy shop."

Callie eyes went wide, she was suddenly nervous as the murmur that had been in the background registered in her brain. Anxious about meeting Padraic's friends Callie tightened her arms about him as he walked up the hallway. As they walked through the living room to the back deck where people had gathered on comfy chairs and couches Callie hid her face in his neck, shyly. 

A week ago, the brash and uncaring Calliope would have strutted into the room and sized the people up in a glance, but she felt different now. She had no colourful hair to hind behind. She didn't have slutty clothes to draw their attention from her eyes either. She felt exposed and imagined people would look into her eyes and see how small and vulnerable she felt.

"Come on baby," Padraic rubbed her back as she clung to him when he tried to put her down, "show Carl your gorgeous new dress while I go and get you a drink. Would you like a pink one or a blue one tonight?" Callie clung onto him harder, and he smiled and murmured, "Sit with Carl for a few minutes or would you rather have the super healthy dinner I was going to make you?"

Calliope heard the promise in his last words and relaxed her hold on him, "Okay," she whispered, "I will be good." Padraic bent to put her down, but before she took her arms from around his neck she said quietly, "I would like a pink drink, please." Padraic chuckled and lifted her to sit beside Carl on a comfy sofa.

"Hello little princess, where is Grandpa's kiss?" Carl grinned at her. Callie leaned up and kissed his cheek. Carl grinned and stroked her cheek and cupped her chin, "You are part of our very special family now Calliope which means I get proper kisses," he leaned in a pressed his lips to hers softly. 

Carl sat back, and Calliope looked at him all wide eyed and whispered, "Do I kiss everyone in the family on the lips?"

A chubby short woman with a cupcake in her hand appeared in front of them answering for Carl, "Oh yes. Everyone here loves kisses, and it's my turn now," the cherub puckered her lips toward Callie. 

"Don't you think you should introduce yourself first, Suzie, so she knows whom she is kissing?" Carl was chuckling.

The woman rolled her eyes at Carl and said dramatically, "Everyone knows who I am! My Daddy owns the toy shop!" Callie watched Suzie carefully, she seemed to be in her early thirties, but it was hard to tell with the way she was dressed. "Kiss me and you can have my cupcake," Suzie wheedled.

Callie slid from the couch and kissed Suzie giggling as she pressed her lips to the woman's. Suzie looked Callie over and narrowed her eyes. She licked the icing on the cupcake and then handed it out to Callie, "Okay you can have my cake." Callie wrinkled her nose and sat back beside Carl who had frowned at Suzie. "What!" She exclaimed.

Carl didn't answer as Odin approached and handed Callie a pretty pink cupcake and murmuring, "That's one, Suzie," under his breath at the girl. Suzie gasped and pouted.

"She didn't want it anyway, did you Calliope?" Suzie gave her a murderous look before sweetly smiling as Callie slowly shook her head.

Callie smiled at Odin, "Thank you for the cake, but it was okay really."

"Such a sweet girl, not like my little monster," Odin laughed and tapped Suzie on the bottom admonishing her, "You be nice to Calliope."

"I am always nice," Suzie protested, and Callie turned as she heard Carl chuckle. 

Padraic came back and handed Callie a drink with a long curly straw in it before picking her up and kissing her. "Been making friends baby?" He asked.

"Mm hmm," Callie murmured as she sipped through the straw and nodded. Her eyes were scanning the room noting all the people she didn't know, not that there were that many but enough to make her nervous.

Padraic put her on her feet, "Let's go meet some new friends then," he went to hold her hand realising they were both full. Taking the untouched cupcake from her he smiled, "You are sweet enough you don't need that right now. We will leave it with Grandpa Carl for later."

They walked around the room slowly stopping to talk to people as she was introduced proudly by Padraic. Each Daddy picked her up and kissed her, and the other little ones smiled and hugged her. Callie was unsure what to call them, uncle, sir or some other family reference so she smiled and didn't say much giggling as she was kissed and cuddled.

There were six Daddies including Padraic and Mama Bea made seven. Callie tried hard to remember their names and that of their girls. Uncle David held Manthy's hand. Manthy, Callie found out during the night was short for Samantha. Uncle Odin continued to chase Suzie around as she got in more trouble, but Callie could tell he was enjoying the chase. Uncle Adam held Bree's hand, and Uncle Don sat with Casey close by on the floor at his feet. Grandpa Carl hadn't brought his little one with him, but Mama Bea had both her little's, Jamie and Jessie, there so including Callie and her Daddy there were fourteen people in all.

They approached the kitchen where Bea was busy sending out trays of finger food with Jamie and Jessie. Padraic sat her up on a stool and said, "Eat something decent then you can have your surprises. Turning to Bea he asked with a grin, "Do you have anything disgustingly healthy back there."

Callie's eyes lit up at the word 'surprises', but she furrowed her brow at having to eat something yucky when Mama Bea had made so much yummy food. But Bea had just laughed at him and put a small plate with a few home made spring rolls in front of Callie and winked, "Everything I make is disgustingly healthy Paddy." Her laughter was full of merriment and she winked at Callie. 

Callie picked up one of the rolls and chomped into it. Adam brought Bree over and sat her beside Callie and began talking to Padraic. Callie pushed her plate towards Bree whispering, "Help me eat these so I can have another surprise, tonight has been better than Christmas!" 

Bree giggled and peeked up at the talking men before taking one and munching happily. "We bought you the biggest present," Bree said holding her arms out wide and grinning. 

"You brought me a present? Really?" Callie asked, trying to work out why anyone else would care about her court date today. She considered the dress Mama Bea had given her and grinned. "This party is great!"

"My Daddy lets me have a birthday party with my friends every year," Bree smiled at Callie. "This is better though cause its really for Uncle Paddy and has lots of grown up food and drinks," she held up her pink cruiser with the curly straw and grinned, "Daddy only lets me have these on special days cause they make me all silly." Bree giggled rocking on her stool and Adam automatically put out a hand to steady her smiling down at them both before turning back to his conversation.

"Suzie must have had like six!" Callie grinned, "'cause she is very silly."

Bree wrinkled her nose, "Nah she is always like that, a true brat. She likes being centre of attention even if she has to be naughty to get it. You get used to her." Bree whispered again, "If she gets really naughty Odin will spank her in front of everyone, I like watching that." 

Callie looked at Bree wide eyed, "No way!" Bree nodded and took another sip of her drink while Callie finished the last of her spring rolls. No sooner had she slipped the last bit in her mouth, Bree turned on her stool pulling on Adam's sleeve until she gained his complete attention.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Bree repeated over and over as she tugged his sleeve. Adam grinned at Padraic until she tugged so forcefully that he almost fell to the side, and Bree gasped wide eyed before bursting out in giggles. 

"Yes baby?" Adam raised an eyebrow at Bree a smirk playing on his lips.

"Can I give Callie her present now, please?" Bree was wriggling excitedly, and Adam put a steadying hand on her small waist. 

"You have to ask Uncle Paddy baby, Callie is his little girl, not mine," he grinned as she turned the devastating smile at first drew him to her on Padraic. Padraic leaned over to check Callie's plate, and she held it up showing it was empty with a big smile.

Walking around and taking her from her stool and putting her down beside him he chuckled, "Okay let's go find a present for you," he winked at Bree who squealed and wriggled on the stool causing Adam to swoop her up into his arms. 

"No more cruisers for you young lady," he laughed. 

Bree wriggled out of his arms and took Callie's hand, "Come on Calliope I know where there they hid them!" She dragged Callie behind her over to Casey and Manthy, "Come on Manthy present time! You and Casey get Suzie, we will get the twins."

Manthy looked up at David who was smiling indulgently. "Why do I always have to get Suzie?" Manthy complained. 

"'Cause you're the nicest, everyone loves you!" Bree explained patiently, and Suzie likes to boss Casey around, because she is too quiet to be bratty back."

Callie wondered who would get the Daddies but realised they all followed their little ones at the least with their eyes if not physically. 

When everyone had gathered in the living room Carl stood up, "I enjoy this family tradition because it gives me a chance to revisit one of my favourite stories while welcoming a new little princess to our family." He smiled at Callie and held out his hand, "Come and stand up here with me while I tell you one of the truth's we all know and believe in from this well known story." Callie took his hand, and he stood her in the middle of the floor facing all the people. "You my sweet girl are a princess. All girls are. It doesn't they live in tiny old attics, or if they dress in rags, if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses." Carl kissed her on the head and handed her a book called A Little Princess. Then he went and sat back down leaving her standing there.




Calliope's Daddy Ch. 05



The twins got up, and Jessie put a tiara on Callie's head, "This is the last piece of your outfit for tonight," they both kissed her, Jamie's kiss lingering slightly on her lips until Jessie spoke again, "Now you really look like a princess."

"You're very pretty," Jamie said quietly and smiled widely at her, "I hope your Daddy lets you play with us soon."

Callie was blushing deeply as she nodded enthusiastically and thanked them between kisses. Bree squealed and bounded up, "My turn, my turn, my turn!" She ran past Callie to the hallway, and moments later dragged an enormous, plush pony into the room, isn't he gorgeous!" Bree was beaming, "Every princess needs a pony." Callie got caught up in Bree's excited bouncing and hugged both the girl and the pony.

"Wow, he is so beautiful!" Calliope was grinning at Bree, "Thank you so much!"

"Not me silly, my Daddy," Bree responded and Callie turned looking at the big smile on Adam's face. 

Caught up in the moment Callie quickly cross the floor to him and hugged him tightly kissing his cheek, "Thank you so much, Uncle Adam."

"Your very welcome, sweet Calliope," he chuckled and sent her back to the pony with a tap on her ass.

Suzie started to speak, but Odin rumbled a gruff, "Stay," and she sat still watching as Manthy got up and went back to the hall before coming back with a small saddle.

Strapping it around the pony's middle she grinned at Callie. "This is so you can have even more fun riding him," her fingers trailed along a raised ridge of nodes along the centre of the saddle, "These make you feel all tingly and good when you ride him." Manthy giggled as Calliope's eyes went wide, "It's so much fun wait til you try it!" Callie looked at it closer and ran her fingers down the ridged surface and grinned before hugging Manthy and again going to hug her new Uncle David thanking him profusely.

As Callie was sent back to the middle of the room again with a tap on her ass Casey got up and quietly went to gather her part of the present, Casey smiled shyly at Callie as she draped a beautiful silver and leather bridle over the pony's head and buckled it into place leaving the reigns hanging down. Whispering quietly, Casey looked up at Callie, "Welcome to the family Calliope." She then pressed her lips against Callie's and kissed her deeply and passionately. Callie was surprised but wrapped her arms about the girl embracing her. Casey broke the kiss and holding Callie's hand led her over to Don who was smiling at them widely. He picked both small girls up and let them kiss his cheeks grinning happily.

"Me! Me! Me!" Suzie was finally allowed to jump up and ran out to get her present and Callie was sent back to the pony again. Suzie had a mischievous look on her face as she came back with her hands held behind her back. "All girls wish for a pony, but we special girls need a stallion," Suzie giggled and began fixing a large strap-on dildo in place between the toy pony's rear legs.

Callie was wide eyed in amazement again as Suzie stood and kissed her whispering, "Makes it much more fun to play with now and girls should always play with their toys." Suzie burst out into giggles as Callie's eyes kept flickering to the massive dildo now attached to her pony. Suzie dragged her over to Odin who stood and swept Callie up in a giant bear hug and kissed her soundly before putting her back down on the ground. 

"Thank you, Uncle Odin," Callie squeaked looking at Padraic who was chuckling and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. 

"Come here, my princess," Padraic held out his arms to her ad he picked her up cradling her small frame as he turned to his friends. "Thank you all, my friends," he looked around the room, "My family," he corrected himself. We hadn't expected this tonight and promise another night of fun and games, but I am not sure my girl is ready for the sort of exhibitionism that usually accompanies this ceremony just yet." He gave a low chuckle and cuddled Callie to him, "She only truly became mine today, and now she is part of such a loving family I am not sure she is up to it tonight."

Jamie and Suzie grumbled loudly under their breath to rebukes from Mama Bea and Odin while the others looked up and nodded their understanding even if their faces showed some disappointment. Callie looked up at Padraic confused not understanding what he was saying, "They want to see you ride your new pony baby," he whispered in her ear.

Callie blushed deeply and after finally finding a place she felt she belonged and felt loved and wanted, she didn't want to disappoint anyone, least of all Padraic. "Okay," she whispered and bit her lip feeling a quiver run through her. The family watched expectantly as Padraic walked with her to the pony and placed her down straddling the pony still fully dressed. Wriggling she gasped as she felt the knobbed ridge push against the flimsy panties and in-between her pussy lips. 

Padraic stood beside her and stroked her back softly as he watched her squirm and begin to rock slowly. Callie peeked quickly at the watching faces and blushed before turning her face up to look into Padraic's eyes, Padraic ran his thumb over her lip as her lips parted with her quickening breath. "You are irresistible my beautiful baby," he moved forward to rub his crotch against her face as he unbuckled his belt sliding it through the loops slowly. 

Blocking out the others as she breathed in his scent her rocking grew rapider and she began to whimper. Padraic stood back and freed his cock moving forward again to stroke it against her lips. Hungrily Callie's tongue licked out, and he let her draw his cock into her mouth as her eyes tilted back up to him. Padraic groan seeing the hungry wild look in her eyes as she rocked over the titillating saddle and sucked his cock deeply into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair. 

Callie was so hot and needy now she could feel the sensations against her clit ad pussy pushing her towards an orgasm and she sucked the hard cock flesh deeper into her mouth. Dimly aware she was being watched she found it made it even hotter rather than freezing her with shyness. She felt the hands tangle in her hair and start to guide her movements pacing her riding and sucking as she built up in her need to cum. After a time he pulled her head from his cock and turned her face toward the watchers, they were all in various states of undress and there did not seem to be a cock or a pussy that wasn't covered with a hand or a mouth.

Callie's senses became overwhelmed, and she began to cum as Padraic groaned and pushed his cock back into her gasping mouth making her gag as she cried out around the hard cock flesh. Unable to help himself, he drove into her throat feeling the vibrations of her muffled scream and watching the tears fall from her glassy eyes as he held her hair tightly. Not wanting to cum himself yet he dragged her back to a chair leaving the saddle glistening with the evidence of her pleasure. Pulling the panties from her he pulled her back onto his cock, so she looked out at the rest of the group who were in various stages of fucking and sucking. 

Jamie crawled across the floor toward them and began licking between Padraic's balls and Callie's pussy driving her to the brink of orgasm again. Jessie and Carl who had been indulging in a sixty-nine stopped and moved toward them as well. Jessie squirmed beneath her brother taking his cock between her lips, and Carl stood up next to Callie pulling her head to his cock. Callie parted her lips and took him as she felt Padraic harden impossibly more inside her and buck up into her as the feathery tongue of Jamie lapped at them.

It was all too much for Callie, and she began a series of excruciating orgasms that wracked her little body causing her inner muscles to spasm and milk the cum from Padraic who growled loudly, his eyes fixed on Carl's cock that was sawing in and out of Callie's mouth. Carl spurted his cum across her lips and tongue as he pulled out slightly after the first jet coated the back of her throat. Looking down on her he murmured, "Drink it all baby girl," and he pushed his cock back across her tongue so she could suck him dry.

Finally opening her eyes again as Carl fell back onto a nearby sofa; Callie saw one of the most astonishing daisy chains of sex strung out before her. Jamie continued to suck cum from between her own cock filled pussy and Padraic's balls as Jessie sucked him. Mama Bea had been finger fucking Jessie with one hand while holding Bree's head to her breast. Bree suckled noisily while Adam fucked her hard, Suzie was sucking on Mama Bea's hairy cunt while Odin fucked her ass and the small hand of Manthy played with her pussy. Manthy was sitting on Don's cock as David fucked her ass and Casey sat on Don's face wriggling and crying out as she came.

Slowly the daisy chain collapsed as each of the exhausted players lay spent in a pile of tangled limbs. Carl was the first to recover and smiled as he redressed and stood, "Now that calls for a toast to our new little girl, Champagne for everyone!"

"Even us?" Suzie asked.

"Yes even little brats like you. Come on and put your clothes back on, and you can help me," Carl chuckled as she jumped up and began searching the debris for her clothes. Everyone else was slower to move, and there was much kissing and fondling still occurring within the group as they moved further apart with their own partners.

Callie turned in Padraic's arms and kissed his neck. That was nothing like she had ever experienced before and she whispered softly, "Are all your family parties like this one?"

Padraic laughed loudly, "Not all, but a lot of them tend to get this way. This is your family now, Grandpa Carl, Mama Bea, all your new Uncles and cousins and you will get to know them better as time goes on." He cuddled her tightly to him, "I am in no hurry to share you with them very often though," he grinned down on her. "I like having my baby all to myself the best!"

Carl came back in with champagne followed by Suzie, and the twins who had also gone to help at Mama Bea's behest. Once everyone had a glass Carl held up his in salute and in a strong loud voice said, "To all the Daddies and Mama, and to the gorgeous baby girls who keep us forever young, Welcome to our family Calliope and congratulations Padraic, you lucky bastard."

They all toasted and drank, the bubbles tickling Callie's nose as she sipped at the drink making her giggle. Slowly everyone redressed and started to filter out to the back deck once again, and the party continued for a short time before the girls began to tire out and reluctantly let their Daddies take them home. Bea and the twins were the last to leave after having cleaned up most of the party debris and promising to return in the morning, to clean properly as Bea always did on a Friday anyway.

Calliope was beyond tired, and as Bea drove off Padraic swept her into his arms, "Come on baby time for bed." She snuggled into his chest and let her carry her to her room. Instead of carrying her to the room she had lived in all week he took her toward the other end of the house and she lifted her face up to him looking confused.

"You are mine now baby, all mine. You won't be staying in the guest room anymore," he smiled down at her. "When you first arrived and I decided to make you mine I have been getting your real room ready, it still needs some new things, but we can pick them out together," he grinned excitedly. 

"Proper room?" Callie questioned wondering just how little she would become. The long corridor ended in a small 'T' junction with two doors. Still smiling he went left and opened the door, her eyes widened as she took in the space. There was a spacious bed even taller than the one she slept in now, it held an intricately detailed wrought iron bed head and matching foot board, a blanket box, a classic dresser and large chair were the only other furniture in the room, and she looked at him quizzically. 

"This is my room," he said by way of explanation, "I do not like the clutter little girls tend to accumulate, so while you will sleep in here often, your things will be kept in your own room. Is that understood baby?"

"Yes Daddy," Callie nodded.

"Good girl," turning behind him. He opened a door to a walk through closet, "There is one the same as this on the other side that leads in from the other side." He walked with her to the other doorway on the wall and walked through it. The enormous bathroom had a sizeable triangular spa bath in the corner surrounded by ornate bottles. It held two vanities one obviously his and the other for her. She noted the clean design and the lack of clutter aside of the few ornamental bottles around the spa bath. A strange low counter with a large basin ran between the vanities and he walked through to the other side rolling a sliding door back to reveal her new room.

Padraic had stripped it of anything that had belonged to or reminded him of Shelly and had ordered some few things via the internet that would arrive soon. The rest of the redecorating she could guide in her own taste as she got used to what her new life as his little girl would demand of her.

The wooden furniture had all been painted white and the fabric of the curtains, bedding and chairs where all done in a pale green, cream and pink striped patterns. Her new pony had been moved into the room already near a wall of shelves that held some books but were mostly empty. He put her down on her feet to let her explore stepping back and watching her closely. 

Calliope looked around, there was a small four poster bead, but when she looked at it closer she realised that the posts actually held lowered rails that could be raised to enclose it. A padded bench sat on one wall near the bed, and the shelves above it held baskets with bottles and jars.

There was an odd shaped swing in one area of the room and a play table with a basket of coloured pencils. Callie's head was spinning, and it had been such a big day she went to a cabinet that stood against one wall dominating the space there, but Padraic voice growled, "No baby, that's Daddy's toy chest. We will buy you toys of your own to fill the room, and tomorrow we will move your stuff in here, and it will start to feel more like home," Padraic walked toward her and gathered her in his arms.

"Yes Daddy," Callie smiled as she felt him lift her so easily into his arms. 

Padraic kissed her softly, "You're exhausted aren't you," he watched her nod, "lets get you ready for bed." He carried her back into the bathroom and sitting her on the bench took her tiara off and pulled her princes dress over her head. Wetting a soft cloth he washed her down quickly and dried her off carefully. 

Callie meekly sat looking up at him with sleepy eyes as Padraic dried her off, "You can sleep with Daddy tonight baby," he soothed and took her into his room tucking her into his bed and stroking her hair and watching as her eyes closed and her breathing lengthened as she fell asleep.

Padraic looked down on his girl and knew Carl was right, he was a lucky bastard. Walking back through the house he locked everything up and turned out the lights, before returning to the room. Standing beside the bed he stripped and slid into bed beside his baby gathering her sleeping form into his arms and sighing contentedly as he closed his eyes to sleep too.



Calliope's Daddy



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Callie had fallen asleep in Padraic's arms and he tucked her into bed, deciding to let her sleep for a couple of hours. Calling into work, Padraic took a leave of absence. It had been a long time since he had a little girl to train and spoil and he wanted to enjoy it. He smiled remembering the clumsy way she had tried to seduce him. He was not like those weak willed saps at her club and she would learn that he could not be manipulated by a half hearted blow job. She was young and naïve and so sexy that he felt his cock twitch just thinking about her. 

'That multicoloured hair had to go,' he thought to himself and picked up the phone to make an appointment with the local hairdresser for the next day. Smiling, he booted up his computer and spent some time looking over the police report from her arrest that he had had emailed to himself and made some notes. It was not a big problem, probation for a first time offence probably and placed in his care for a good behaviour bond term. 'Yes, this would work out very well,' he thought.

Eager as always when starting a new project, he brought up a standard submissive's contract changing certain passages to fit the girl who lay sleeping upstairs. Typing up a summary of his house rules he smiled at the thought of the sexy little girl belonging to him. He would be a strict but fair Daddy if she obeyed his rules. If not, he was just as happy to be as free with his punishments as he would be with his rewards.

He whistled a happy tune as he went to his old playroom. He had not been able to face this room since he had lost his last girl to another. Running a finger through the dust, he went to get some cleaning supplies and returned to spend an hour cleaning off the equipment not enclosed in chests or glass fronted cupboards. There was more to do but he had time before she would be ready to learn about the play room.

Padraic went to have a shower before he woke her. Callie was definitely not the girl he had expected when he got the call from her mother that morning. Charged with prostitution, he had expected a drug addict or jaded well used slut not the bratty little princess he had found. His cock twitched again at the memory of her lips stretched around his fat cock as she had tried to manipulate him by seducing him and he allowed himself a quiet chuckle, 'She has no idea what she opened herself up to in trying that on him,' he thought, 'but she would learn.'

Padraic shut off the water not wanting to waste a load of cum now that he had a little whore to give it to. He smirked as he dressed casually in loose jeans and a soft T shirt and grinned to himself, 'My very own little hooker.' He went to wake her up.

He opened the door quietly. She was still asleep and he sat on the bed softly, watching her. "Calliope," he whispered, "Come on, little girl, time to get up. You won't sleep tonight."

She stirred, "Shi, what time is it?"

"Time to get up," he reiterated in a sterner voice.

"Fuck off," she buried her head under the covers.

His hand crashed down on her bum and she squealed, "Hey, what do you think you're doing asshole?"

Padraic stalked from the room, coming back a minute later with soap in his hand, lifting her head by the hair. She opened her mouth to scream and he filled it with soap. "This is your last warning, little girl. If you continue to have a filthy potty mouth, I will use it as such and you will not like that at all. Trust me."

Callie's eyes went wide with recognition as she woke properly, vivid images of her bath and attempt to seduce him playing in her mind. She nodded her understanding and he withdrew his hand allowing her to spit the soap out.

"Good girl. Now up you get, sleepy head," Padraic smirked.

Callie sat up and rubbed her eyes still spitting frothy soap chips from her mouth.

Padraic stood and waited for her at the door holding it open. Callie swung her legs from the bed and walked sullenly toward him. Taking her arm, he led her to the bathroom. Pushing her in, he turned his back and spoke over his shoulder, "Do what you need and tie that hair back. It looks dreadful that colour. I am taking you to have it fixed tomorrow."

"But I like my hair the way it is," Callie said sullenly as she sat with relief on the toilet. He turned to watch her as she still sat on the toilet and saw the flame of humiliation seep into her face. "Do you have to...?" Callie said sullenly cutting off the nasty name she wanted to call him with difficulty.

Padraic chuckled, "You bump and grind and fuck anyone that can pay the price and you act all pure and innocent here with your Uncle Paddy? I can pay. How much do you want to watch you pee, little hooker?" He was enjoying her humiliation immensely, knowing it eroded the small bravado she had had since he picked her up from the police station.

Callie dropped her head biting back all the angry words that threatened to bubble free, instead she murmured, "You don't even know me." She finished and walked stiff backed to the basin to wash her hands. Turning to leave she heard him clear his throat and went back to put her hair up in a pony tail.

"Better," Padraic smirked, 'Training this girl is going to be fun,' he mused. Taking her arm again as she approached him, he led her to his study and had her sit in an oversized chair that dwarfed her and making her seem even more like a little girl.

Padraic sat on the far side of his large desk, "I have read the police report but I would like to hear your version of what happened prior to your arrest last night. It's time to be honest with me, Calliope. If you want my help, you will tell me what I need to know and be careful about that potty mouth of yours. My threat earlier was real."

Callie told him all of it her head dropping lower and the crimson flush in her face turning deeper as she went through every detail at his prompting, including her history with the men and other clients and how she ended up working as a stripper and part time prostitute in the first place.

"As I see it you have three choices, you can runaway from here in which case I will call the police and tell them you jumped bail and a warrant for your arrest will be issued immediately. Most likely you will become the jail bitch for a huge dyke called Bertha who will make you suck her saggy tits like a baby because you are so tiny and cute," Padraic let his words sink in watching her face carefully as she showed shock and fear.

Padraic shrugged easily, "Or you can live here until the hearing, look after yourself, hire your own lawyer, hope for the best and probably ending up being Bertha's baby bitch eventually anyway, but with a lighter sentence maybe." Again he watched her carefully and smiled as he saw the resignation in the slump of her shoulders.

"The final option," Padraic began, "Is that you can trust me to look after everything for you. I am quite a good lawyer and I can fix this for you. But it will mean that you will stay here with me and follow all of my rules not only until the hearing, but for a year of the good behaviour bond you will probably receive from the sentencing hearing instead of going to jail."

Callie looked up at him a glimmer of hope flaring after the awful visions of a dyke named Bertha trying to breast feed her played through her mind. Fucking this old man occasionally didn't seem such a bad trade off for her freedom. Shit, she did enough old men at the club to know what she was in for. "Okay," she said carefully, "I will follow your rules. What are they?"

"It won't be that easy, Callie. I will want you to sign a contract naming me your guardian of sorts for the term of thirteen months with a provision to extend it should that be needed." Gathering some papers he moved around his desk and stood before her leaning back against the polished wood.

Callie's brow furrowed, "A guardian of sorts?"

"I would be your guardian and make the big decisions for you, like your father would have when he was alive. For want of a better word I would be your Daddy for a year instead of your Uncle Paddy," he grinned at her, "It's not such a stretch from Paddy to Daddy." Padraic handed her a piece of paper, "Here are Daddy's rules. Take your time and read them carefully." 

Callie took the piece of paper scanning it, realising this would mean more than just giving him the occasion fuck. She wouldn't be allowed to work. Instead, she would attend training sessions each day. She would have to agree to this training and learn how to please his personal tastes. She lifted her head after reading that, looking at him and wondering what sort of kinky shit the old bastard was into. Basically the document gave him the right to make all the decisions in her life for the next year and she would need to smile and suck it up, doing what he said without question. She would be paid a weekly allowance that would be placed into a high interest saving account that she could claim after the term of the contract. She would be given this in exchange for following his rules and submitting to his training.

She knew this was a better deal than a year with big bertha as a jail bitch plus she had always been able to get her own way with men. She could wear him down once she started understanding what made him tick. All men thought with their cocks she just had to satisfy his and she would be fine. "Okay," Callie said as she handed the piece of paper back, "It beats jail."

He knew she had no idea really what she was signing and that she believed she could manipulate him but he hadn't wanted a little girl of his own this much for a very long time. "You can sign this temporary notice of intent and I will have the official contract drawn up to be signed after your hearing," Padraic said handing her the amended contract he had worked on earlier.

Callie took the contract and pen, "Temporary, just till the hearing?"

Padraic nodded, "With the intent to resign a contract, for one year and one month, once we are sure you will not be incarcerated."

Callie looked up considering him. She was used to selling herself to get what she wanted this was no different really. A few good fucks and he would let her live the life she wanted, she was sure. Callie signed the temporary notice and handed it back.

"Good girl, now you must be hungry. We will have an early dinner and talk about your training."

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They sat in the kitchen together at the bench her legs dangling from the tall stool eating chicken soup with crusty hot bread rolls. Padraic explained that the paper she had signed giving him guardianship of her essentially made him her Daddy now and she would call him that here at home. In public she could call him Paddy as she always had but not uncle anymore. Callie agreed and smiled sweetly trying to win him over, "Yes, Daddy Paddy."

Padraic smiled broadly and went on to outline the house rules in greater depth; where she was allowed to go and where she was forbidden without permission. The main living areas were hers to explore, as well as her bedroom. She was not allowed to leave the house for any reason without express permission. A lady would come in twice a week to do the laundry and clean but she would have light duties on other days.

Her main responsibility this week would be learning Daddy's rules and being a good girl to make him happy. He would train her to know how to make him a happy man, and he in turn would give her the things she wanted, starting with not having to go to jail and a shopping trip after the visit to the hairdresser tomorrow.

Padraic smirked as he saw her eyes light up at the thought of a shopping trip, then he reached out to hold her chin tightly and make her look up at him, "If you break Daddy's rules, Calliope, you will be punished like a naughty little girl should be. You understand that after today, don't you?"

Callie nodded and he lifted her from the stool placing her on her feet. He left her to clean the dinner plates telling her to meet him in the lounge room when she was done. After much banging around and muttering bad words under her breath as she tried to find where everything went in the kitchen, she finally followed him out to the lounge room.

Padraic held his hand out to her, "Come here, Callie," she moved closer and took his outstretched hand. He quickly pulled her to him and bent her over his lap, smacking her ass, "I have very good hearing, Callie and while you are only learning Daddy's rules, we have been over this one three times already today. What did I tell you would happen if you continued to use those filthy words like a potty mouth girl?"

Callie was whimpering and kicking as his hand left its print on her ass again. She didn't remember. She only knew that he didn't want her using those words anymore. "I am sorry," she cried, "I won't do it anymore."

He pushed her from his lap and forced her to her knees between his legs, holding her tightly between his knees making her squirm and whimper louder. Unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock Padraic reached out and grabbed her by her ponytail reefing her head back. "Daddy does not make idle threats, little girl." Standing above her he brought his rapidly growing cock to her parted lips. Watching her face intently, he let a small stream of piss flood her mouth holding her head back by the ponytail as she spluttered and chocked on the hot fluid.

Letting go of his cock, he held her head in place until she finally swallowed then let her fall back to the floor sobbing. She looked up angrily and he raised an eyebrow as if daring her to curse at him again. "You want to have a potty mouth, I will use it like one. Now come and sit like a good girl and watch this movie with me," Padraic kicked off his jeans and sat back down in his boxers.

Sullenly, Callie sat where he had left her and sniffed, the taste in her mouth remaining awfully rancid. Her bottom lip stuck out in a silent pout as her mind raged at him, 'That filthy fucker.' Spanking she could handle, she had a high pain tolerance but piss was another matter entirely. Callie started to think running away and taking her chances on the street was the better option.

Padraic was enchanted by the pouty lips and teary eyes of his little girl and he got up to pick her up and bring her back to sit on his lap. "Daddy doesn't like to punish you, baby, but you need to learn to follow the rules and make me proud." He cuddled her close and stroked her back while pressing play on the DVD.

Callie turned to screen as he held her in his lap, a cute young brunette with pigtails in a similar outfit to what she wore on stage filled the screen. Padraic murmured in her ear, "Her real name is Sasha Grey and she can suck cock better than most porn stars. I want you to watch her carefully so you can learn to swallow Daddy's cock just like her."

Callie squirmed as she watched the small figured girl suck and fuck and take cock in her ass eagerly. She could feel Padraic's cock hard against her ass as she squirmed in her own heat. The movie was turning her on more than she thought possible and she wished Padraic would touch her but he seemed to be watching the movie his arms held loosely about her. His lack of attention to her made her angry in an odd way so in an effort to get his attention she leaned up to kiss him.

Growling he pulled away, "Daddy wants you to watch and learn, baby," he turned her so she faced the screen once again, "Now do as Daddy says." She watched the movie as the heat and need inside her increased. The girl on the screen was now servicing two men, they smacked her and called her names and the fucking became increasingly violent as the girl took all that the men gave her and Callie found herself getting hotter by the vision of it.

As the final scene played out, Padriac ran a hand down her body and cupped her pussy. She was so hot and wet. He smirked to himself and pulled the panties to the side sliding a finger between her folds rubbing up and down her wet slit. Padraic watched her breathing increase to a panting rhythm and her hips started to rock, pulling up trying to making him enter her. He leaned down and murmured into her ear, "Tell Daddy what you want, Callie. Such a hot little girl, you're so wet and needy. Tell Daddy what you need."

The blush filled her face as she looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper, "I can't."

Padraics fingers teased her more one dipping into her tight hole briefly, "This," he smirked, and pushed his finger in again deeper feeling her hips rock up, "and this." She nodded her head her eyes glazing over. He continued to tease her, finger fucking her and rubbing at her clit until she was on the edge and then he stopped. Callie's eyes widened as her hips rolled harder at his hand. "Tell me what you need, Callie," Padraic's voice was insistent, "I can see it but I want to hear you say it. Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you." 

Her blushes deepened and she couldn't get the words out, "You were a whore Callie, a nasty little slut for all the men at that club. You don't have to do that for them anymore. You just have to ask Daddy to fuck you." Padraic watched her face as she struggled to admit she was the slut he called her, his fingers started their delving into her again, building until she was on the brink once more.

Callie had never felt so hot in her life. She needed to cum to fuck to do something to release the pent up feelings he gave her. 'Why couldn't he just take me? Why do I have to admit to him that I want it? Oh god,' she thought as he brought her once more to the brink without letting her go over the edge into bliss. "Please," she whimpered, "Please."

"Please what, Callie?" He smirked.

"Please, P P Daddy," she stumbled over his name and her small body squirming over his lap sought the elusive edge of her orgasm.

Padraic pushed his fingers hard and deep within her and curled them forward hitting her g-spot, "Beg Daddy to fuck you, Callie. You know it's what you need," his voice lowered menacingly, "You wont be able to cum unless you beg."

Callie's mind bent to his will. The movie, his teasing fingers, his voice all working on her mind and body until she cried out, "Yes I need it. Please fuck me, Daddy. I want to cum."

The words had barely left her mouth when she was picked up and almost thrown over the small coffee table in front of them. Padraic dropped his boxers and ripped her panties from her with enough force to lift her from the table momentarily. Kneeling behind her, he slapped her ass and entered her thrusting in and out roughly, forcing her tight hole to stretch around his thick cock until he drove all the way in groaning in pleasure. 

Callie cried out as he tore her panties from her and entered her roughly. She felt him angle down to enter her and hit the spot that made her legs shake over and over again until her orgasm hit her making her jerk and thrash over the table as he continued to fuck her hard and deep, "Beg me again, you hot little slut. Beg your Daddy to keep fucking you."

Callie cried out and Padraic slapped her ass hard, "Beg, you little whore," his hand landing again between thrusts.

Tears began to roll down her face as he pounded her tight cunt, the slaps spurring her breathless words as she gasped, "Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me."

He slammed into her hard and fast his hand spanking her at the same time until she came again explosively howling into the room, his deep voice growls echoing her howls as he thrust up into her deeply and filled her with his cum. Padraic leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder, "Good baby," he murmured.

Taking his cock from her he sat back on the couch bringing her back to kneel at his feet. Pulling her top from her body he sternly murmured, "Clean Daddy's cock of all your mess, dirty girl." Padraic pushed her head down to his cock and smiled watching her submit to him.




Calliope's Daddy



Callie licked out at his cock. She could taste herself on him as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. She lapped at him fluttering tongue and finally wrapped her lips around the head again. His cock was semi soft and she found it easier to take him into her mouth and suckle deeply to its root. Callie pulled her head back sucking hard until the cock fell from her mouth with a loud pop of suction breaking. Lowering her head, she repeated the process working down the shaft and pulling back sucking hard liking the pop as his cock fell from her mouth.

Padraic groaned and his cock began to harden again as she sucked him cleaning every trace of cum from his cock. Pulling her head down further he guided her mouth to his balls, "Clean them too," he growled at her.

Callie wrinkled her nose as he pushed it to his heavy sac and licked out gently at them. "Suck them baby, suck for Daddy," Padraic's voice was low and thick as he gazed down at her pushing his fingers deeper into her hair and holding her in place. Callie parted her lips and suckled the pebbled skin into her mouth, listening to his groans. Pulling her head up by her hair, he again guided her to head of his cock. The rigidity of the flesh had returned and she had to stretch her lips as she opened to take him again her tongue fluttering out.

Pushing down on her head as she gagged, his deep throaty voice reminded her, "Swallow down the gag reflex, baby, swallow hard." Her loud gurgling and gagging filled the room as he forced his way into her throat watching the tears roll down her face as she tried to swallow between gasping breaths. Drool dripped from her chin in long strands as he finally pulled her head from his cock letting her breathe in a large lungful of air while holding her up by her hair.

Pulling her up to him, he made her straddle his thighs and impaled her on his cock. Leaning forward he kissed her teary cheeks and eyes, "No more dancing in clubs or back room spankings, little girl," Padraic looked into her eyes, "You're Daddy's little whore now." He grinned as the blush filled the girls face. Smacking her ass he growled, "You make your Daddy so hard for you. Now fuck me, my slutty little girl."

Callie rose and fell on him, a small smile curling her lips as his words sunk in, 'I make him so hard. Men were so easy, they always thought with their cocks,' she thought and wondered how long it would take until he gave her what she wanted instead of following his rules. She would be his whore, his slut what ever he wanted until the hearing then she would give him her terms of agreement.

Padraic could see her eyes fade as her thoughts took her mind away momentary and the smile that played across her lips. Standing he wrapped her legs around his hips and slammed her against a wall, fucking up into her hard, "Do not think you can win me over so easily little girl? I want to bury my hard cock in your hot little body, not be led around by it," Padraic slammed into her emphasising each phrase as he growled at her through gritted teeth. 

Callie cried out as he pounded her, her mind reeling from the realisation that he knew what she was thinking. Dropping her to the floor, he stood menacingly above her and came over her face spurting think ropey strands across her nose and into her open mouth. Padriac leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily looking down at the sex stained mess of a girl. His desire for her not diminishing with his orgasm, he leaned down and picked her up carrying her to the bathroom and stepping into the shower with her.

Padraic gently cleaned Callie's face and body standing her beside him as he passed her a soapy cloth to wash him. Rising off, they stepped from the shower drying themselves on big fluffy towels. Taking her hand he led her back to her bedroom "Unpack now, Callie. I have a few things to do before bedtime," Padraic smiled at her, "Your mother packed your things for you but if she forgot anything we can get it tomorrow when we go shopping."

He walked over and lifted her face to kiss her, "You need to earn every privilege in this house, Calliope," he saw the confusion in her face, "Until you prove to me that I can trust you, you will be under lock down. So much has happened today for both of us. You are not what I expected to find in that police station, as I am sure I am not the person you remember." Padraic kissed her again, "Now unpack, little girl. Daddy will be back soon."

Callie flopped onto the bed as he left listening to the key turning in the lock. 'What have I agreed to?' she wondered. She had learned the hard way that she could and would compromise and even sell herself to get what she wanted, so she would follow his rules until the hearing. Hopefully by then she would have been exactly the girl he wanted and the rules could be negotiated in her favour before she needed to sign the new contract. She got up to start unpacking, her pussy aching from the hard pounding he had given her. The expression 'horny old goat' ran through her mind and she giggled.

Padraic went to get a drink and guzzled down several glasses of water before opening a beer and walking into his study. He downloaded some BDSM Daddy Dominant/little girl information for her to read tomorrow and a couple of erotic stories featuring the relationship for bedtime stories. He was looking forward to training his new little girl As much as he had had other casual relationships over the last couple of years, they always left him wanting that connection and control he had had with his previous girls. To have a perfect little slut fall into his lap like this was too good to be true and he planned to keep her for a very long time.

Closing his computer he smiled. He no longer needed to find sluts, who would debase themselves on cam for him. He had one of his own to use and abuse and she would learn to love it. Tonight had shown him she was trainable, making her beg him to fuck her for the first time. She would beg often. His smile was wide as he thought about the delicious things he could and would do to his little girl.