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Calliope's New Life

By: xelliebabex



Authors note: This new series is intended to continue the story of Calliope's Daddy due to amount of requests I have received. This first chapter is more of a reintroduction of the characters and the following chapters will bring more to their story. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments of you like it. ~ellie

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Following the party and her introduction to the family, Padraic and Calliope settled into their own routine. They discussed the rules and in an effort to keep his baby happy Padraic compromised on a few smaller issues and Callie learned to be cared for after so many years of having to look after herself.

The biggest concession came the day after the party, when they had gone to sign the contract with the amendments they had made to it. Callie had sat up on his lap and turned to him seriously, "Would it be okay if I called you Paddy sometimes, Daddy, it's just still weird cause I never really had my real Dad around," Calliope hesitated but carried on now she had started. "Beyond this contract and the probation I am on what we have is something amazing isn't it, I mean, you look after me, and I try to be a good girl for you because we love each other, right. Not just because we have to? It just seems more like a game than a relationship when I call you Daddy all the time."

Padraic was not happy about the idea, he was the Daddy, and she was the little one, end of story. He could see her point too and pursed his lips in thought, "You would still follow all of my rules and call me Daddy at family gatherings and when needed." He stated it rather than asking her, looking deep into her eyes as she nodded and smiled.

"Of course, Paddy, you're the boss," she giggled and kissed his cheek. "Mr Lewis can still be grandpa too," She nodded and grinned, "Its better than still thinking about him as my history teacher," she pulled a face.

He didn't like it much, but he wanted the relationship he was forging with this girl to work. He was asking her to change her whole way of life, her friends, and how she dealt with her real family, she had merely asked for a small change, and he could grant that small concession. He gripped her ass tightly as she squirmed on his lap that little ass would be the first step in her training he thought running a finger between her cheeks over the tight little rosebud there. Padraic smiled down into her face, it mattered not whether she called him Paddy or Daddy as long as she remained his baby.

In truth, Calliope was more than happy, she wanted for nothing, all she had to do was ask nicely, and she received anything she needed. He bathed her, dressed her, fed her, trained her both mentally and physically and showered her with praise and love. She had never felt so loved in her short life, and she loved Paddy in return, willing to do all that he asked just to see him smile. There were some set backs over the first few weeks, where the old Callie rose up and recoiled from something new, but that was to be expected.

It was Monday when they had gone to court and had the party, and during that first week, after the contract was signed and Calliope worked hard since then to learn the many rules Padraic insisted on. They were copied studiously into a new journal, she also spent time on her own personal journal which, at times, Padraic would be so pleased with he would scan the page into his computer, and place it on the website to show her talent and devotion to his lifestyle family and friends. It was during that first week that she had learned of the website and had been horrified.

She had begun to rant and rave at him, "You keep telling me how you bailed me out of jail and took me in and saved me from a life of prostitution and then you put me out on the internet like a whore anyway!"

Padraic had laughed, "Not just any whore. My whore. Only a few select people will see these Calliope now stop being silly," his voice had lowered ominously. She was staring at the screen though in horror and disbelief at the photo's Padraic had taken in Uncle Odin's shop. While artfully contrived and positioned, she was still looked the epitome of a slutty nymphomaniac.

Humiliation turned to anger as she wheeled on him, "All this talk about being yours and being so proud of me and you put me out there like a porn star for any Jack, Dick, or Boner to wank over!" Tears formed in Calliope's eyes, "Just when I thought I could trust a man, you turn into a wanker like all the others!"

It was too much for Padraic, and he stood dumping her from his lap to the floor, "You, little girl need to listen when I speak, not every horny cock wielding guy can access this site!" He roared at her. 

She was in the middle of a full tantrum now though, and she screeched at him about the wankers who could and would, access the site. Padraic retrieved the small chest of toys he kept in his study and pulled out the cock shaped pacifier holding her down and capturing her hands beneath his knees, he forced it into her mouth before buckling it in place. He stripped of her loose summer dress and taking a soft strap he bound her hands as she continued to struggle not hearing anything he said to her.

Pulling her with him he returned to his chair and pushed her down over his lap, his hand landing hard and loudly on her ass. "Rule number one! Daddy knows best!" Padraic spanked her again with a mighty crash of his hand, her squeals around the gag were loud and full of venom. He spanked her until his hand was as red as her glowing ass. Picking her up, he then placed her in the corner as he had once before, kneeling facing the wall. "You deserve a time out baby until you are ready to listen to me properly." 

Padraic's cock was hard as a rock, but he knew to use her now would undo the punishment he had just metred out, so he sat back at his desk and took deep breaths as he listened to her sob around the gag. She was a gorgeous girl, and she was his. Why wouldn't he proudly display her, he would display her to the world rather than just the few allowed access to his site if there weren't so many lunatics out there. 

"Oh god," Calliope sobbed to herself, she hated this corner, she hated the rubbery cock that filled her mouth from the baby pacifier style base. She sniffled in an effort to breathe properly and cried softly. She knew that he would not let her out of the corner until she had calmed down. 

Padraic had heard her sniffle loudly and stood up gathering a few tissues in his hand. Calliope looked up as he stood beside her, and he helped her to her feet before holding the tissues to her nose, "Blow." Not moving from the corner his eyes surveyed her, "Are you ready to listen to me now?" Calliope nodded forlornly.

"Good. The only people who have access to that website are the people you met the other night and a couple of others also in our lifestyle. It is not, and I repeat not, open to any man with a hard on to wank over as you so eloquently put," Padraic voice was measured and held an edge as if daring her to challenge him again on the subject. "You are so sexy and amazing, of course I want to show off my baby and how proud I am of you." He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "You are a little whore baby, but you are my little whore and I love you that way." 

Calliope stiffened, and tears leaked from her eyes as he called her a whore, and he continued, "If you weren't a little whore I wouldn't have had to bail you out of jail and we wouldn't be here now." Calliope had hoped after the court case that she could forget that part of her life, but it seemed to be something Padraic enjoyed tormenting her with, and she could not deny it, so she lowered her eyes and nodded.

"Calling me a wanker is very serious, Callie," he looked at her sternly, "You need to stand here at least five more minutes if you sit back down it will be ten." He moved away from her then and she sighed around the rubber cock still filling her mouth and faced the corner. Padraic watched her as he sat back at his desk and took out his camera. Callie had the cutest ass, high and round making her hips flare so gently while keeping her small girlish curves. He took several photos of her standing in the corner, her ass cheeks still glowing brightly from her spanking, and tried to distract himself from his need to use her by uploading the better ones to his website.

She heard the camera as she stood in the corner and consoled herself with the fact that the site had restricted access and Padraic actually was quite a good photographer. The pornographic pictures of took of her, as well as the usual family album stuff, all had good composition and looked more artsy than pornographic.

"You can come back now, Callie," Padraic finally relented, and she turned padding softly across the carpet to his desk. He slowly unbound her wrists and pulled the pacifier from her mouth, "no more tantrums, baby, understand?" 

Calliope nodded and pouted, "Sorry Paddy." She climbed onto his lap and cuddled him kissing his cheek in apology and wriggling over his lap feeling his arousal. "Do the other girls have websites?"

"Yes," he smiled down at her acceptance, he knew she still wasn't entirely happy by the tone of her voice, but she was willing to look at it properly now. "Would you like me to show you one?"

"Only one?" Callie looked at him in mock horror.

Padraic chuckled and navigated to a new page. "Odin and Suzie have the biggest site. They have been together the longest." Callie was a little overwhelmed by the scale of some of the other websites and a little embarrassed now that she had caused such a ruckus over her few photographs. Padraic reached into his toy chest and pulled out a bullet type toy as she read through pages from her new friends' websites.

"Always so hot and wet for me aren't you baby," he growled into her ear as his hand cupped her sex his fingers delving in coating the toy with her slut slime. She widened her legs for his hands almost unconsciously as she gazed at the girl's she knew in various poses of erotic bliss barely aware of him pushing the bullet toy within her. Clicking the remote he smirked and she jumped and looked up at him, and he smacked her cunt lightly, "Pay attention!"

As aroused as Calliope, Padraic had loosened his pants and pushed her to the floor in front of his chair whispering hoarsely, "Take my cock out and play with it, Baby," and watched entranced, and she grinned up at him and lifted her small hands to manoeuvre his cock out of his pants. He stood up and let her lower his pants as one of her hands stroked him gently, and she moved her head beneath his cock to lap at his balls. "Oh yesssssss," he hissed his pleasure at the tantalising tongue dancing over the sensitive skin.

Padraic sat back down in his chair and let her transfer her attentions to his cock, he held her pigtails in each hand and forced her head down to take him further into her mouth and throat, enjoying the sound of her gagging and gulping as she worked to take him all. She was such a hot slut, and she knew now exactly how he liked to be blown. He was nearing climax too fast, and he reached down roughly picking her up and laying her over the desk he sat at.

Calliope was whimpering as he retrieved the toy from her sodden cunt and fed it to her eager mouth to clean, the fingers of his other hand still fucking her roughly as her hips rocked. Discarding the toy he leaned over her, loving the panting face that looked up at him, his deep voice low and thick with desire, "Tell me what you need, little girl."

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

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, "Yeah I know how you like it, baby, hard and deep and just like this." He thrust hard angling up into her battering the front wall of her cunt hitting her G spot.

Reaching forward he mauled at her small breasts pinching the nipples as he pounded into her. Pulling from her suddenly he flipped her over handling her like a rag doll, the still reddened 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 the slimy girl juices that gushed from her. Entering her roughly again, he found the sound of her cry was music to his ears. "My little whore loves being fucked, doesn't she?"

"Yes. Oh Yes. Fuck me Paddy, Fuck me!" Callie could feel all the butterflies filling her tummy 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 tight puckering hole. She lifted her head and howled like a bitch as he forced it into her, "Yes even your ass is mine, dirty girl," he smacked her already pink ass and roared "Cum" at her, "Cum on my hard, 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. I can't get enough of you."

He stood still breathing hoarsely, his cock remaining embedded inside her. He reached out to the chest and took a small butt plug from it. "It's time to start training this little ass properly," he said in a low desire filled voice and smacked her again. Rolling the plug around the edge of his cock and beneath her, where their mixed cum was gathering, he pulled the small bullet toy from her and replaced it with the small plug. It was slightly larger than the toy, and Callie whimpered loudly as he inserted it slowly his eyes avidly watching it stretch her tight muscled hole. 

Finally pulling from her he sat back in his chair and welcomed her lips again as she cleaned his cock, balls and thighs of every trace of their cum. When he was satisfied he announced, "I'm starving lets go have some lunch," and retrieved his discarded pants. Calliope picked up her dress, it had been torn in the earlier struggle, and she looked at it sadly, it had been a favourite for lounging around in, its soft thin material caressed her body in a way she liked.

"That's what happens when a little girl's don't listen to their Daddy and obey the rules," Padraic said gruffly reminding her of what had caused the dress to be ruined. Taking her by the hand he took her to their shared bathroom and sat her on the bench softly and lovingly cleaning her messy cunt with a soft flannel and retrieving a new dress for her.

"Umm, Paddy," Calliope said quietly, "Didn't you forget something?" She touched her ass meaningfully.

"No," he replied, "I want you to wear that for a little while," Calliope looked up at him confused. Padraic gathered her in his arms and lifted her from the bench she sat on, "Every little part of you belongs to me now, and we need to start getting that tiny little hole prepared to be owned and used." His fingers had pressed on the plug as he said the last and she squeaked wide eyed making him chuckle with genuine amusement. Calliope had squirmed in her stool as she watched Padraic make lunch the plug feeling uncomfortable and reminding her how much more she would have to learn and endure for him.

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On the Thursday of their first week, Padraic had sighed happily as she squirmed down his body just after the radio alarm clock went off and he felt her lips wrap around his cock. This was her first task of the day and began their morning routine. For him, there was no better way to wake up. He raised his hips, his hand moving to the back of her head encouraging her as she worked for the reward of his cum, the first thing she would taste on any given day. He had groaned as he came feeling her sucking hard to drain all of his cum, her tongue fluttering around the head as she swallowed every drop before kissing his cock and saying sweetly, "Good morning, Paddy."

"Good morning, Baby," he pulled her up into his arms and cuddled her close his fingers teasing her swollen clit rubbing at it as she trembled in his arms, "How's my beautiful girl this morning?"

Calliope was breathless as she humped against the fingers he offered her whimpering, "Please, I need to..., Oh I need, please Paddy."

Padraic smiled as he watched her try to form the words she needed and rolled her clit under his fingers feeling her hips rock against him, "So needy baby, cum for me, show me how needy you really are."

Calliope arched and cried out feeling the flow of cum between her thighs as she bucked against his teasing fingers. They had both cum quickly that morning by Padraic's design. They needed to be up and out of the house early as they had appointments to attend. He had held her until she had calmed down and then led her to the bathroom. They showered together, a rare treat for Calliope, who had grown used to his preference for bathing her, and she giggled as he tickled her with soap and soft sponges and she washed him in return. 

Padraic took a strange looking squeeze bottle from the top shelf and filled it with warm water from the shower, he looked into her curious slightly alarmed eyes, "This is a douche baby, we need to make sure your all clean and beautiful for your first full exam by the doctor today, inside and out," he said meaningfully as he screwed the cap onto the bottle and she saw the long flexible nozzle. 

Calliope had started to protest softly shaking her head. Padraic stroked her cheek softly, "Trust me baby, this won't hurt. You might even like it." He lowered the bottle between her legs and kissed her as he inserted it gently but deeply before squeezing the bottle and she felt the water rush back out of her, cleaning away the remnants of the mornings climax. "See that wasn't so bad was it?" Padraic asked.

Calliope shook her head but was still looking a little wild eyed and Padraic considered repeating the process, he enjoyed the control and power she gave him over her body. "It is not something we will have to do everyday baby, but you know how much I like everything to be perfect, that includes your pretty little cunt." He smirked thinking 'and ass' to himself. "Fridays will be our normal big cleaning days for you, baby." He had said out loud instead.

Her eyes widened, "There is more?"

"Oh yes, much more. I will always make sure you are kept sparkling clean and healthy inside and out," He said without elaborating and shut off the shower water. Towelling her dry, he sat her on his oversized bed and pulled on his boxers before they went to the kitchen for breakfast. She was amazed at times how quickly she had become accustomed to being left naked so often, and she climbed up onto a stool as he took out two bowls and filled them with cereal and milk.

Calliope had found over the last couple of days as she began to sleep with Padraic each night and wake him up as he liked in the morning that she had started to like breakfast. She had begun to eat her cereal without complaint as well as a piece of toast or whatever Padraic had decided to cook. On Sundays, he liked a big, hot breakfast, but Sunday breakfast was later in the morning than week days, and once as a treat he had made pancakes. She was sure he would make them again, and she reminded herself she had been with him for such a short time it was hard to know all his habits and preferences yet.

She cleaned the kitchen while he went and got dressed wandering into the bedroom when she was done. Not finding Padraic she walked through the adjoining bathroom to her room and found him in her closet. He selected a blue halter neck dress, once again with a retro 50's feel to it like most of her good going out clothes, it seemed. She smiled at the sweet heart bust line and slightly flared skirt as he handed her matching low heel pumps. Padraic gave her some matching panties and helped her get dressed. 


Calliope's New Life Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- Cleaning Day

Calliope woke alone in her own bed to the silence of the house. Rubbing her eyes she sat up and looked around for a clock. There wasn't one and she wondered about that as she slipped from the bed. Padding quietly through the bathroom that linked their two rooms she peaked into Padraic's room listening to his heavy breathing and realising he was still asleep. Silently moving closer she could see the display on the radio alarm clock showing that it was barely five and knew the alarm would not go for another hour.

Not wanting to return to her empty room Calliope curled up in the big chair beside his bed and watched Padraic sleep feeling her own eyes start to droop again. She woke with a start as the alarm sounded and realising where she was she crept into the oversized bed burrowing down under the covers to wake him as he liked to be woken. Wrapping her lips around his cock she slowly and gently sucked him to full rigidity.

Padraic smiled and groaned softly as he felt her lips surround his cock. The night had been just as much a punishment for him, he thought as he enjoyed her gentle attentions. Padraic pulled the cover off the bed and gripped her body turning her until she straddled his head without losing contact with his cock.

Calliope's body was quivering in pleasure as his mouth began to travel over her cunt, his hands kneading at firm cheeks of her ass as his tongue teased and rolled its way through her lips and over her clit. She squeaked and widened her legs as she felt him nip at her inner thighs. Her body writhed in excitement, and her legs widen further. She felt his fingers pull her cheeks further apart as his tongue tantalizingly flicked over her clit and inner core.

Padraic prodded the rosebud between her ass cheeks as he held her tightly to him, and his tongue explored her wet pussy, her squeaks and whimpers sounded out her pleasure. Allowing her to set her own pace as she sucked his cock slowly, her tongue fluttering under the mushroom head driving him wild and he began to buck his hips urging her to take him deeper and faster.

Calliope's thighs began to shake as he pushed a thick finger into her while flicking his tongue over her clit, lifting her head from his cock she whimpered loudly and began rolling her hips. Padraic's hand landed harshly on her ass at her lack of attention to his cock. She tried to brace her knees on the bed to slow the shaking that had gripped her thighs. She found she was barely able to control them, and she whimpered loudly around his cock, her head spinning as his pumped his fingers in and out of her and sucked on her clit until she howled out her orgasm unable to hold it back or ask permission.

Moving quickly, Padraic rolled her off him and climbed on top of her. He lifted her legs high and rammed his rock like cock into her wanting to feel the last ripples of her orgasm around him. He leaned down to kiss her open, gasping mouth; his cock buried deeply within her before rising up to begin a hard, deep, fuck. Letting her legs go to wrap around his hips he leaned in to kiss her deeply sharing the same breath as their bodies moved together. He could feel her thighs begin to shake again as they gripped his hips and his pace quickened, pounding into her hard and fast.

Calliope felt as if her first orgasm had never left her but rather simmered on a low point just below her skin keeping her tingling and on the edge. As Padraic had rolled her and began to fuck hard into her, she thought she could almost cum again, and began to beg him as she knew he liked and wanted from her. "Fuck me, fuck me, please, please! Can I come, Please Paddy?"

Her legs wrapped around his hips they moved together in unison her hips bucking to meet his every thrust and once again, her legs began to shake and her body quivered in pleasure. She saw him rise above her and increase his pace and force sending her quickly to the edge she tried to hold back, but her head exploded as she came hard, her inner muscles gripping his cock.

Padraic was in heaven, he adored the small, lithe body beneath him. He felt himself begin to come as she shook and writhed, the pressure on his cock, milking his own orgasm from him. He growled low in contrast to her howl as they both came and he collapsed on top of her, trying not to crush her as he held her close and kissed her. After a few minutes, he rolled off her but unwilling to break the contact they shared, he pulled her with him to lie on top of him and wrapped his arms around her.

Neither of them spoke while their breathing slowly returning to normal, "Good morning baby," Padraic smiled down on her.

"Good morning," Callie snuggled closer enjoying the feel of being in his arms after her night of isolation, she felt his arms tighten around her, and she smiled happily.

Padraic smacked her ass thinking of the delights ahead and said, "Time to get up!"

"Noooooo," Calliope whined, "Not yet, pleaseeeee." She pulled the blanket up over them covering her head.

Padraic let a low rumble build to a growl, "Rule number one."

"But I already got up once today," she tried to wheedle.

Padraic pulled the covers from her and smacked her ass again, making her yelp. "After such a lovely beginning, this morning is not shaping up well at all."

Callie looked up at him with big eyes, "Okay. It's just that I like being in the big bed with you." She hadn't enjoyed her night alone at all. Being isolated from him was the worst punishment ever as far as she was concerned. Being alone left her too much time to dwell on the fact that her life now was far preferable to what it had been, she had found someone to love who truly loved her in return and she hated that she kept messing that up.

Squirming against him once more she nuzzled his neck, "Wouldn't you rather stay in bed all day with me?" Callie tried one last time.

A small smile curled his lip despite himself, he loved the small child-like woman beside him, and the idea of spending all day with her wrapped around him was tempting, to say the least, but he was a creature of habit to the point of obsession and he had plans for the day. Guiding her back down his body, he murmured gruffly, "Clean my cock while I think about it."

The smile widened as he felt her eagerly move between his legs and he closed his eyes sighing in pleasure. While not quite the extreme of some people he knew Padraic liked everything clean, tidy and orderly in his life. He liked things a specific way, his way, and if they didn't fit his narrow view of what was right he discarded them. As a much younger man, he had been informally diagnosed as having mild obsessive compulsive disorder, otherwise known as OCD, by one of the few lovers he ever had out side of the life style. 

She had tried to live with his need to control everything in his world longer than most of the women he had had affairs with did. In the end though his jealousy over their bosses and family or anyone who seemed to have influence over them aside of himself became too much for even her understanding heart and they parted in an acrimonious split, that had sent Padraic out to find someone who needed looking after and would love him for his care and control. He had found the BDSM community and found a home so to speak with like minded people.

Padraic had let his mind wander to that time as Callie moved enticingly against him and he smiled down at his girl. It was a complicated relationship he was drawing her into, and he only knew one way to teach her what she must learn not only about his wants and needs but also her new life as his grown up little girl at the same time. His expectations were high, but he was sure she could meet them now that he had opened himself up to love for the first time in the many years since Shelly had left him for a life in a polyamorous household. While the introduction to his friendship circle was a well worn tradition he had no plans to allow her or himself the freedom of playing with others again, at least for a long while yet, and even then it would be restricted to lifestyle outings only.

Carl had made it quite clear that he had wanted to be involved in her training and when he returned to work he considered that sending Callie to college with Carl may be a smart idea. He had known Carl for years and knew that he respected the boundaries put in place by a little ones Daddy-Dom. It could work out quite nicely if he was specific with both of them about his rules for going to school. Callie's increasingly skilful hands and mouth were making his blood pump again, and he lowered his hands to twist into her hair. She certainly was an eager learner he smiled and let himself enjoy his second erection of the morning.

Pulling her hair and feeling her squeal and whimper around his cock aroused him even more and he growl loudly pulling her up by the hair and turning her face down on the bed. Kneeling up he raised her hips and smacked her ass several times turning it pink and making her cry out loudly. "Look at me," Padraic growled, "Is this what you had in mind when you asked to stay in bed all day?" He began to spank her ass again watching her blink a tear to her cheek as she craned her head to look over her shoulder at him. 

"She is so fucking gorgeous," he thought to himself and stopped spanking her to plunge into her cum filled pussy. Enjoying the squealing gasps that filled the room and the hot skin of her now red ass against his thighs he held her hips as he rocked her body with each forceful thrust. He could feel himself edging closer to orgasm and curled one of the hands from her hip down to her soaked pussy, pinching her clit eliciting a delicious squeal. He felt the tremble in her body turn to a tremor and hearing her begin to beg let himself truly enjoy the moment. 

There was nothing sweeter to Padraic than this moment, when she begged, like a little slut, to be fucked and used and to cum for him, and him alone. Twisting the little nub between his fingers he growled "Cum," and groaned deeply as she howled, her pussy contracting around his cock. Padraic pulled out of her and grabbing her tiny body spun her around easily feeding her his cock as he began to cum. She trembled and twitched as her mouth closed around his cock swallowing the spurts of milky fluid.

Groaning Padraic finally pushed her off him and lay her on her belly collapsing beside her one hand needing her red ass, "If we stay in bed all day this ass will stay bright red all day," he murmured softly to her, and she turned her head to look at him, her face streaked with tears.

"I am ready to get up now, Paddy," Callie said plaintively. She squirmed as he continued to play with her sore ass.

"I see," Padraic held back his smile, "I was just thinking of all the fun we could have in bed today, I think I have those nipple clamps in one of these drawers," he rolled on his side to open a drawer in the bedside table smiling at her squeak. "On second thoughts I had plans for today and what is rule number one baby?" He grinned at her.

"Paddy knows best," she said quietly.

While still not entirely happy with the compromise that she could call him Paddy, he struggled to accept her use of it at times irrespective of how cutely she said it. "And next time I tell you that it's time to get up what will you do, little one?" He had lost his smile and was frowning at her.

"I'll be a good girl I promise," she said still talking quietly, remorse in her voice.

Padraic stood up and picked Calliope up cuddling her close and walking into the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up dirty girl, then we will have some breakfast and get our work done," Padraic said, "It's not the weekend yet, and we have stayed in bed way to long." Padraic let her go to the toilet while be ran her a bath and poured in bubbles before he remembered she preferred more grown up cleansers. 

Callie watched on and wrinkled her nose but didn't complain. She understood after the last week the benefits of a bath when Paddy had been rough with her so she climbed in and sunk down into the bubbles and warm water gratefully saying, "Thank you Paddy."  Padraic showered as Calliope soaked and ran the razor over legs, pussy and underarms. It was part of her daily routine now, and she barely thought about it as she re-shaved her already smooth skin. Padraic left her in the bath soaking as he dressed and went into her room to choose an outfit for his girl. As her skin was beginning to prune he appeared beside the tub with a large fluffy towel, "All clean now dirty girl?" He asked with a grin. 

Calliope nodded and stood up for him to wrap the towel around her and lift her from the tub. Padraic carefully dried her off and carried her into the bedroom helping her dress in a mini skirt that flared from her hips like a collapsed tutu and a tiny white t-shirt that left her midriff bare and flattened her already small tits, so her nipples seemed to poke at the material looking for escape and a pair of white cotton panties. Calliope could find no rhyme or reason for when she was allowed to wear underwear, it seemed wholly to depend on his mood, she had not been with him long enough to gauge whether it denoted that something might or might not happen during the day and she looked up at Padraic thoughtfully.

"What's wrong, baby?" Padraic asked noticing her thoughtful look.

"Just wondering what we were doing today," she explained.

"We have lots to do today but let's start with fixing your hair and getting breakfast," he leaned down and kissed her before picking up a brush. Once he has given her perfect pigtails, he took her hand and walked to the kitchen.

Padraic lifted Calliope to a stool at the kitchen bench and walk around the bench into the kitchen. Rather than the usual cereal bowls Calliope watched as he gathered blueberries, bananas and honey along with the milk. Chopping up the fruit and putting it into the blender with some seeds Calliope had not seen before and she tilted her head. Always aware of the girl across from him he saw her wrinkle her nose. "It's flax seed baby, it's good for your insides and outsides," he chuckled, "Today is cleaning day for us as well as the house. You know how I like everything impeccably, that means you too." 

Calliope nodded, but she didn't say anything as her mind tried to work out if she was being put on a diet. His next words confirmed her suspicions, "No meat today, not fats, no bread and no taking cookies from Mama Bea when she is here," Padraic looked at her seriously, "Understand?"

"Yes, Paddy," she said quietly, "Am I getting fat?"

"No baby but today is cleaning day, and that means us as well," she smiled at her, "Your body is perfect just the way it is." He leaned across the bench and stroked her cheek, "You are the most beautiful baby I could ever wish for. I am just teaching you how to stay that way. It will keep your skin clear and healthy and your eyes bright and lively, and it will be beneficial for everything inside of you too to clean out your system once a week."

"Okay," she said eyeing the blender suspiciously. Padraic poured her a fruit smoothie and pushed the glass across the bench to her before pouring his own and cleaning out the blender and washing it before sitting down with her. 

"Drink it all, baby," Padraic urged, "This is all the breakfast we are having today." Calliope took a large gulp and swallowed noisily. It wasn't the worst thing she had ever tasted, but it wasn't so pleasant either, she hoped it wouldn't be like this all day.

Mama Bea bustled in carrying bags of groceries and cleaning products, stopping to set everything down and look at them, "You two are starting late today."

Padraic grinned, "Callie had a little trouble getting up this morning."

Mama Bea raised her eyebrow but didn't comment on that as Jamie came in behind her. "Did you ask him yet?" Jamie asked eagerly.

"How about you say hello to Uncle Padraic and Calliope first, rude boy," Mama gave him a small smile taking the sting out of her words.

Jamie blushed at the rebuke and greeted Padraic with a grown up handshake and gave Calliope a lingering kiss on the cheek making Padraic raise his eyebrow. "I think Jamie has a little crush on your Callie he has been nagging me about inviting her over for a play date." 

"Mama!" Jamie exclaimed.

Padraic chuckled, "Callie isn't going on any play dates for a while I am sorry Jamie, at least not until I go back to work and I am not really sure about then either. I don't blame you for asking though she is very pretty isn't she."

It was Calliope's turn to blush as they talked about her over her head. Jamie tried to hide his disappointment as he nodded his agreement trying to mask his disappointment about not having a play date with Calliope in the near future. "Jesse will be disappointed," he said bravely.

"We'll leave you to it," Padraic said trying to end the awkward moment, "No baking today, please Bea. We are doing a whole body cleanse." Padraic grinned, "We have had a late start, and I have work to attend to, this one distracts me so much." He picked Calliope up off the stool and walked away toward the study. Remembering the purchases he made yesterday he stopped and turned, "We went shopping yesterday there are so new things in Calliope's room. If you get that far, see what you can do with them, would you?"

Mama grinned, "Ooh goodie, I love decorating. That will make up for the lack of baking today." Padraic winked at her and walked to the study with Calliope. He placed her over the back of the armchair in front of his desk and walked around to the box he kept in there for her training. Picking up the lube and the plug he was currently using in her training he returned to stand behind her and remove the panties she wore. 

While still not entirely used to this part of her training, she had grown used to the pain and discomfort having the plug inserted gave her and his look of pleasure after made her feel warm and fluttery. She did not mind the feeling of fullness it gave her either so she closed her eyes determined to impress him today with her obedience. She did not want to spend another night all alone in her own small bed. She wiggled as he pulled her panties down her legs helping him as best she could without being eager.

Padraic loved the cute little upturned ass of his baby. He smacked her lightly watching the skin go pink as he lubed both her and the plug before inserting it. Always so careful not to scare or damage her, he knew he would not wait much longer to claim this virgin hole. Tonight he thought, after the day long cleanse he would enjoy taking his time and preparing her properly, his cock twitched at the thought, and before he got carried away with his new baby again he pulled her down off the chair and bent to kiss her.

They each went to their own desks, Calliope still using the small second hand wooden desk that Padraic had bought from a refurbished local school. The chair sat on was oversized and feet barely touched the floor as she opened the desk to get out her laptop and journals. As always she logged into her email account first. It had been specially set up by Padraic for her daily use, and he sent her tasks to do during their work time. 

While Padraic had taken a leave of absence from his law firm, there were a couple of lingering cases that needed his background information and expertise as they were finalised. It was an excellent time to further Calliope's understanding of the lifestyle he and his close friends lead and what his expectations of her would be. Callie never spoke while they worked unless Padraic asked her a question about what she was reading or doing based in her expressive face and concentration. He constantly looked up from his work to gauge her reactions and comfort with the tasks. He loved to see her sitting in the oversized chair swinging her legs and working away on one of her tasks.




Calliope's New Life Ch. 02



He always sent the tasks a day ahead after she had finished with her laptop and started her journaling. There were things about cleaning day she was not going to enjoy and he watched her carefully while looking through his own work load. Her eyes widened and she pulled a face now and then, but she said nothing as she carefully read the whole article and another story he had sent her.

Calliope couldn't believe this would be part of her cleaning day and she tried hard not to react as she read the whole article, rereading some sections more than once just to clarify what it all meant in her head. The benefits of doing it were clearly outlined, but she was put off by the whole idea and chewed a nail as she thought about it.

"Don't chew your nails Callie," Padraic growled from his desk making her pull her hand away and look up at him with wide eyes. He smiled at her and turned back to his work, and she lowered her eyes and opened the story he had sent. She enjoyed the stories that often accompanied the articles he sent her, they were always about couples in similar Dominant and submissive relationships like theirs where there was an obvious disparity in age and maturity, most often Daddy-Dom's and their girls. Though they were stories, when she read them in her study time, it made their relationship seem more normal though with every passing day she became more the type of girl he needed and wanted her to be.

When it came time to write the email response to the article and story she sat there and stared at the plank page of her email for several minutes. In the end she wrote, "I don't actually know how I feel about this, and probably won't know until I have tried it. I am not sure that I do want to try it. The idea seems yucky, but the benefits are there so it all balances out. I just can't imagine what it would be like or enjoying it much. I don't want to but I guess it comes down to rule number one, if you insist." It was short and simple but it was honest and she knew he prised that above all else from her responses to these tasks.

Closing her laptop she put it back into her desk and opened her journal. Each day she did a journal on the day before and in a second book she consistently updated the rules she now had to live by. Being creative she had made them both into a form of scrapbook and glued in little bits and pieces from their days together as well as writing about her feelings and his rules. As she took up her pencils and searched for the right colour to express how she was feeling about yesterdays punishment, she worried that her response would make Padraic cranky at her. The last week and half since she had come to him had been one big learning curve and she had felt the sting of his punishments often.

Worrying she glanced up at him to try and gauge his mood but he looked engrossed in his work and she looked down again at her work. He morning dragged by and Calliope's tummy rumbled before they stopped for the morning and went out to the kitchen. Padraic had skipped her morning snack instead giving her a bottle of water to sip on explaining once again that today was cleaning day and they would be on a special diet.

Mama Bea had made them a wonderful salad that not only included the usual garden salad ingredients but had added a variety of melon and chunks of pineapple to replace the lack of dressing that would normally spice it up and add flavour. Calliope sat and ate quietly, still worrying that she had made Padraic cranky with her by her reluctance to accept that she would submit to the process outlined in the article.

Padraic too was quieter than usual as he worked through whether it was best to explain again or just bulldoze ahead through the day and all that was expected of his girl citing the number one rule whenever she balked. He could see the worry crease her brow and began to explain again in an effort to ease her tension. "After lunch," he started, "We will go and do all the things we need to do to keep you so very pretty and healthy." Padraic smiled widely, "A hair treatment, shape your eyebrows, maybe a face pack, all those grown up things you like." He tried to highlight the positives of their day as he poured another glass of juice for himself and asked, "Would you like some more juice?"

"Yes, please," Calliope replied, still nervous about their cleaning day but a little more relaxed as he spoke to her throughout the rest of the lunch about his preferences of scent and asking what she liked. Bea arrived and joined their conversation as Calliope picked at the remnants of the salad in the large bowl. Bea preferred the spicier cents of ylangylang and the like rather than the sweeter flowery scents both Calliope and Padraic favoured. 

"I love the new colours you chose for your room," Bea said conversationally. "It's all put together for you to look at when you are finished with the lunch," she smiled broadly as Calliope's face lit up. 

Dropping her fork noisily to her plate, Calliope squealed excitedly, "I'm done can we go now?" The only thing Calliope had truly gotten her own way about was the original doona cover and bed linen and the colour scheme it held. The rest had been Padriac's suggestions and she wondered how it would all look now it would put together. 

Padraic had chuckled with genuine amusement but looked at her plate, and her glass, "Finish your juice then and try to eat just a little more it will still be there in five minutes." Calliope picked up the glass and took a large gulp making Bea and Padraic chuckle more. Padraic finished his lunch quicker than he had planned as Calliope stabbed at the remaining food on her plate with the fork and gulped down her juice.

Unable to bear her pouting any more Padraic stood up and the three walked to Calliope's room together. The muted greens, blues and purples of the peacock coloured bedding set, lent themselves to the harsher darker jungle type themes she had favoured while still being bright and light lending them selves to the fairytale kingdom style he had wanted her to adopt. His choices of the extra pieces in the room of cushions, bedside lights and curtains blended the two ideas together into a room that was young without being babyish. 

Calliope jumped on the bed bouncing and squealing, "I love it! It's so much better than the pink and white stuff, thank you thank you!" She bounced off the bed into Padraic's arms and hugged him peppering his face with little kisses.

"You are quite welcome, baby," he said between kisses, "Now thank Mama Bea for putting it all together for you."

Wriggling from his arms Calliope ran over to where Bea stood beside the door and hugged her tightly gushing her thanks. The play table was gone and in its place a desk that must have come from somewhere else in the house and she wondered how Mama Bea had completely changed the room in such a short time by herself before remembering Jamie was here to help her today. "Should I go thank Jamie too?" Calliope asked softly, "Did he help you with all the furniture?"

Bea smiled down on the sweet girl, "He would like that he is just cleaning up the play room, it was very dusty. We had to move things around in there too to make all the changes in here. I will go get him."

Calliope hadn't heard of that room but there was only one room in the house she hadn't been allowed into yet and she looked curiously from Bea to Padraic. "If you are a good girl for me today and do everything we need to do, I will show you that room tonight," Padraic let a small smile curl his lip, he was not sure she was ready for that yet but she had to see it sometime.

Callie nodded, but a worried look came over her eyes just as quickly as she realised what that would entail. To try and guard against losing the opportunity she said quietly, "I will try, Paddy."

"Good girl," he leaned down and kissed her forehead, "That's all I ask, that you try." Padraic liked what Bea and Jamie had done. Between the new colour scheme and the change in some of the furnishings they had erased the last vestiges of Shelly and made this truly Calliope's place, as it should be. "You and Jamie did well. Thanks, Bea," Padraic said as he walked around making sure everything he needed was in its place. Bea disappeared out the door in search of Jamie smiling happily.

Jamie came in with Bea and smiled shyly at Calliope. She immediately ran over and hugged him, "Thank you for helping Mama Bea," Calliope grinned at him and kissed his cheek making him look quickly at Padraic who was smiling. Relaxing Jamie hugged Calliope back tightly enjoying the feel of the girl against him.

He didn't release Calliope until Padraic approached him holding out his hand to the young man who took it, "You did a good job in here," Padraic congratulated him with a firm hand shake before chuckling at the young man's expression and ruffling his hair. Padraic had always like Jamie and his obvious interest in Calliope was sweet but Padraic being the man he was, did not know that he should encourage the relationship beyond the occasional innocent meeting like this. "Come show me the other room while Callie explores this one with Mama Bea, you know how girls are," Padraic almost groaned.

"Yeah," Jamie replied rolling his eyes and led the way out of the room. 

Calliope ran and bounced onto the bed again hugging Zigzag her zebra, "So much better now," she said exaggeratedly to Bea.

"I think so too," Bea said and went to sit on the bed with Calliope. They barely had time to start chatting before Padraic walked back in smiling followed by Jamie who looked just as happy. Calliope tilted her head but Padraic said nothing as he walked toward her and gathered her in his arms cuddling her close. 

"We all have a lot to do, this afternoon, so we better get started," Padraic thanked Bea and Jamie again as they took the hint and left the room closing the door after them. Carrying her into the bathroom Padraic sat Calliope up on the bench and handed her a small hand mirror and some tweezers, "Eyebrows," he said and left her to tease the small hairs. He stood up in front of the mirror and shaved cleaning up his facial hair at the same time. He hated that as he got older more hair seemed to grow in the strangest places. 

Taking the bands from her hair and letting it fall loosely around her shoulders he smiled, "Deep conditioning treatment," he said holding up a jar for her to inspect. Opening it he slowly began to work it through her hair paying special attention to the ends. Once done he plaited the long slick strands of her hair and tied them in place with one of her hair bands.

Taking a basket from the cupboard he showed her the range of cleansing masks he had available and pulling a stool from under the bench sat down so he was at her high as she sat on the bench. The giggled and laughed as they gave each other a facial, cleansing, toning and moisturising after having face packs. Padraic put the basket away and took another one out. Kissing her lightly he curled his fingers under the tight material of her top and pulled it up over her head. He never tired of looking at her body and as it was revealed to him again he ran his hands over her petite figure and small perky breasts. 

The bathroom had been remodelled to his specifications many years ago and the T shaped benches had been put in place with a shallow wide drained sink centred within the dividing bench. Padraic lay her back as a worried look entered her eyes again. He helped her wriggle out of her skirt as he crooned, "You are absolutely the most beautiful girl." His hands moved over her body slowly tracing each contour.

With scented massage oil he began massaging her body slowly kneading her flesh his hands looking large and old against her soft pale skin. Gently he rolled her over to her front and began massaging her neck and shoulders helping her to relax. He spent time massaging the firm cheeks of her ass squeezing the flesh and rubbing at her as he pulled them wide playing with the plug in her ass and slowly removing it. Her legs had widened to fall either side of the narrow bench allowing him easy access to the tight little asshole as he played with it.

Calliope closed her eyes knowing what was coming and tried not to think of what was actually happening as she felt a small plastic tube rather than the plug she had worn work its way into her asshole. Padraic continued to stroke her back with one hand as she felt the rush of water enter her bowels. The feeling made her whimper and her legs close slightly until he smacked her lightly and she opened them wider again.

Padraic squeezed the accordion style bottle to send the slightly warm soapy water into Calliope's ass, enjoying her whimpers and the discomfort her tightly closed eyes told him she was enduring. "Hold onto it now baby, hold tight," he said softly as he removed the hose and pressed a smaller plug into her ass to help her. His hands travelled back up her back massaging the tense muscles as he made her hold it for a full five minutes. He would make her hold larger amounts for longer periods of time, but this first time, he did not want her overwhelmed with pain or discomfort. 

When he gauged the time was right he pulled her up to straddle the dividing bench, she was pouting and whimpering softly at the pain in her bloated belly, turning on the taps he pulled the plug roughly from her making her squeal and stroked her back as she released the water, she leaned into him, her breathing heavy as the soapy water cleaned her out thoroughly leaving her pale. 

Calliope was surprised by the immediate discomfort she felt, his constant touch and massage eased her panic as the water filled her to the point of painfulness and she squeezed her eyes closed tighter as small whimpers escaped her lips. The relief of being able to let the water go far outweighed any embarrassment she may have other wise felt. She sat there for the longest time feeling the cramps as her body expelled everything that was within her and more after that it seemed. Eventually, using a cloth Padraic gently cleaned her as the water subsided to small dribbles and he lay her back down again. 

Bending over her he kissed her deeply, "You're such a good girl," he praised her and watched her small shy smile curl her lips. "A shower now and a body scrub and you will be a clean little bean," Padraic grinned and sure she was safe on the bench left her to run the shower. Returning quickly to her side he began to strip off his own clothes before picking her up and taking her into the shower. 

He held her close and kissed her deeply. The power she gave him submitting to his needs as she had today made the girl he held in his arms even more desirable. Manoeuvring her body around so she straddled his hips he pressed her against the wall of the shower and drove his harden cock into her without any warning. She cried out, and he felt the passion and need to use her and claim her once again as his very own.

His darker inner self longed to force his rock hard cock into her newly cleaned ass, but he knew he couldn't without proper preparation or he would risk damaging her beyond reasonable expectations and widening a gulf between them that he had worked so hard to heal in the last week with all of his compromises and care. His need was strong though, and he pounded into her with abandon grinding her back into the slick tiles of the shower stall. Her gasps and cries echoed off the walls barely drowned by the sound of the rushing water, and he felt the tell tale tremors in her thighs about his hips. Placing a hand around her throat stifling her cries and begging while holding her back against the tiles as he pumped into her little cunt he growled loudly, CUM!"

Her eyes flared open and her body stiffened arching out from the wall while he held her throat without choking her, and he slammed up into her hard as his own cum sprayed into her. Gasping he leaned against her pinning her to the wall his own legs shaking. Slowly he raised her face to his and kissed her deeply, "You are amazing, and I love you baby." He smiled softly down into her face before kissing her again as she began to answer him swallowing her words.

Once Padraic was sure she had recovered he stood her up and took up a tube of body scrub and a loofah. He scrubbed her until she was pink all over and left her standing under the warm shower, to rinse out her hair. He got out and dressed himself first before taking up a towel and turning the shower off. Wrapping her in the towel he walked into her room and laid her on the large bench against the wall. Reaching to the shelf above him he took down some lightly scented body lotion and began to massage her again as he moisturized her hot little body.

With her restless nights sleep and the extremely early morning she had Calliope relaxed so much under his gentle massage and crooning praise that she dozed off. Realising how exhausted she must have been Padraic picked her up and put her in bed, covering her with a light blanket and left the room quietly to clean up the bathroom properly even though Bea would do it for him if he asked and probably would do a double check in there before she left for the day.

Just the thought of being able to take her in a way no other had tonight had hardened his cock and he walked to the play room considering the furniture and equipment he had in there and how much he would love helping her to understand it in time. It was not that they would use it often, or even that he would use her ass very often, but the image of her in this room filled his thoughts and he growled to himself and walked away to get a cool drink and wait for his girl to finish her nap.

Padraic sought out Bea once he had a glass of juice in his hand, and found her in the guest room. "Must have been some night last night if all the rooms have been used," she grumbled at him.

"Not all," he grinned, "She needed the lesson."

Bea didn't say anything but nodded knowingly. She waited knowing Padraic had more to say, "Go on say whatever is on your mind," she urged him, "We have been friends too long to beat around the bush with each other.

"Jamie tells me he wants to be a Daddy when he grows up," Padraic began.

"Yes he has told me," Bea said casually, "He has been trying to dominate Jessie for a while now, but she won't have a bar of it, and I won't let him punish her." She looked thoughtful, "Did he ask you to mentor him?"

Padraic nodded sadly, "I'd like to Bea, but after Shelly," he shrugged, "I don't know when or even if I will be willing to share again. The family initiation was one thing but not in a close personal way like mentoring." He went and sat on the chair in the room while Bea continued her work. "I told him he should explore that side of his nature though but that maybe he should talk to you about expanding your family."

"I think he needs a man to guide him, I am not really sure my way would work for him," she said honestly.

"Carl is probably the best. Plus he often trains new graduates he has an eye on," Padraic smirked, "He is going to get himself in serious trouble one day."

"Yeah that's what I am worried about" Bea grinned, "Maybe he could just watch you with Calliope more often, till we work something out."

"I guess, but it's still very new to her, so not for a while, okay?" Padraic said, "Why don't you and the kids come for dinner once in a while, he can get to know how I handle things or he can come talk with me from time to time, I am not going to share Callie though," he sighed knowing trapping her was as ineffectual as giving her too much freedom, "Well, not for a while anyway."

"I understand Pad, really I do, and I did warn Jamie that you would probably say no," she said softly, "Dinner though sounds lovely let's make it once a fortnight to start and see how that goes. We can start on Monday. I'll cook while I am here during the day." She patted him on the shoulder, "Jamie would love to have a man he could talk to about how he is feeling, they all grow up and move on eventually," her voice had turned wistful.




Calliope's New Life Ch. 02



"Bathroom's a mess, by the way," he said changing the subject to safer topics, "Might need some disinfectant in there." 

Bea raised an eyebrow at him, "I'll see if I have time to do it again."

"Callie is napping, so I am going to do a bit more work, she really is very distracting," he grinned and wandered off to the study.

Padraic sat at his desk looking at the empty chair that belonged to his constant companion of the last week and smiled happily at his good fortune that he had gone to bail her out of jail that first day. He always seemed to be torn between being the strict disciplinarian he was at heart and the constant compromises she seemed to be able to wheedle out of him. He laughed at himself and how soft he was becoming, and it showed in his lack of attention to the small workload he had agreed to work on from home. 

Turning to his computer with determination he made notes and sent emails as he worked through the backlog of small articles that he needed to deal with. A well respected and senior lawyer in the firm he worked for he was well paid to comment on cases and delegate tasks required to move the cases forward. None of the cases he had agreed to work on in his absence were urgent, but it felt good to clear some of the backlog.

Padraic worked for almost two hours before the need to check on Calliope and have her with him interfered too much with his focus on the work before him. He went in search of the girl who had so captivated him and smiled as he entered her room. She was curled up in a ball in the middle of the small bed, and he went to sit beside her. Stroking her hair he softly kissed her cheek watching her stir back to life.

Calliope blinked her eyes taking a few minutes to wake up fully and smile up at the man leaning over her petting her hair softly. She stretched like a cat and rubbed her eyes, before speaking quietly, "I am sorry I fell asleep. Was I asleep very long?"

"You must have needed the rest," Padraic reassured her, "But its time to get up or you won't sleep tonight." His hand dipped beneath the light blanket, to caress her soft, freshly scrubbed and moisturised body. "How are you feeling?" He asked, trying to gauge her reaction to the cleansing he had given her earlier. He looked forward to reading her journal tomorrow.

Calliope stretched again and wrinkled her nose, "I'm good," she said without conviction. She hadn't liked the enema he had given her even though it was tempered with the other pampering and she wondered if she could negotiate her way out of it before the next cleaning day. Remembering her awful night alone she did not want to antagonise him now. She would tackle the problem when she had some time to think about how she could get her own way, without getting into trouble. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, smiling prettily.

"Yes, you are good," he agreed, wrapping his arms around her watching her expressive face and realising she was planning something. Determined not to be manipulated into more compromise he pulled her to his lap, sitting her up to look at him. "I know some parts of cleaning day are not nice, but we have to do them. It makes me exceedingly happy to know you are clean and healthy. You know how I feel about dirt and mess. That's why even though we do out best to clean up, we have Mama Bea and the kids come and clean everything properly." This was something he wouldn't negotiate, and knowing she would submit to his needs made her all the more perfect to him.

Calliope nodded, "Yeah, you like everything to be squeaky clean." She had never had so many baths, showers and sponge washes as she had since coming to live with Paddy.

He squeezed her ass making her squeak and chuckled. "I think you're almost squeaky clean enough but..." he picked her up and walked over the dressing table and mirror letting her see herself. She had fallen asleep with wet hair and it had dried into precarious curls and angles and she squeaked again at the sight of herself her hands flying up to her head, knowing that Paddy liked her to look a certain way at all times.

Sitting her down on the stool before the dresser he picked up a brush and carefully brushed out all the knots as she pulled faces at herself in the mirror. "There you are my beautiful baby doll, you are perfect again," he leaned down to kiss her neck and cheek. He was unbelievably horny, but he had extensive plans for their night together so he picked her up and went to get her dressed. He gave her white cotton panties and a simple white linen sundress. 

They went out to find Bea and Jamie before they left and see what Bea had left them for dinner. Padraic liked to cook, but Bea enjoyed cooking for him, so he took the day off kitchen duty when she came in twice a week. They found them both in the kitchen as Bea made finishing touches to the vegetable soup she had made for them. Jamie was shirtless after a day in the garden and hot sun, his young muscular physique so different from Padraic's older more generous stature and Padraic frowned as he saw Jamie's eye light up when he saw Calliope and her answering smile to him.

"Oh Calliope, you look so fresh and clean, and um," she took a moment to think, "Pure!" Bea turned to look at Padraic, "and you look good too I suppose." She inspected him looking him up and down, and they both chuckled relieving the tension. She shook her head, "I think your obsession with cleanliness is more of a fetish, judging by the mess I had to clean up in the bathroom and the glow of this gorgeous girl."

Calliope blushed deeply, mortified that Bea and now Jamie knew what Paddy had made her endure in his fanatical cleaning. Padraic though just laughed and reached down to squeeze her ass meaningfully as he said, "Could be."



Calliope's New Life Ch. 03



Bea and Jamie left and Padraic turned his full attention on Calliope. He truly adored the young woman and how with very little training she had accepted his Daddy-like role in her life. She was young not quite twenty yet, immature, defiant at times and despite her short career as an erotic dancer and part-time whore she was very naïve in the ways of the world.

Just looking at her, knowing what the evening held for them after cleaning day made his cock harden within his pants. She was adorable, the perfect girl to suit his needs and fetishes and she had risen to every challenge he had set her. He didn't even mind the small defiant streak that still lay just under the surface of her good girl behaviour. He had made her the baby girl to his Daddy role and imposed some strict rules upon their relationship, and though in truth like him she seemed to enjoy erotic pain, her outbursts of defiance gave him reason to discipline her.

"You've been such a good girl today," Padraic said softly as he took Calliope in his arms. 

"Good enough to see the play room?" She asked hopefully.

He still wasn't sure she was ready to see his playroom, but he had said if she was good he would take her there. Unlike his past relationships, Calliope had not come to him voluntarily knowing of his lifestyle and what it entailed. He considered whether knowing the extent of his need for control and domination, more than she had already encountered, would scare her but she would find out in time regardless. 

In his mind, he had thought to introduce her to the different facets of his particular kinks and fetishes slowly through the training he gave her in his study. It had worked reasonably well thus far, and he saw no reason to change it but he also realised that the mention of the playroom today had intrigued her enough to ask about it again.

Smiling he cuddled her close. "You will need to understand that we will not play in there for some time yet, if at all." He pulled back to watch her eyes. 

"Mm hmm," she murmured and nodded seriously.

"Okay then," he smiled and placed her down on her feet taking her hand and explaining as they went. "There was a time when I used to have a little girl that wasn't allowed into my study. Her training took place in a schoolroom of sorts that we called the playroom." They walked to the playroom together, and Padraic opened the door and stood back letting her walk in. "She was a very different little girl to you, baby."

Callie took in the room. It was set up as a pseudo classroom but with odd additions. At the front of the room, there was a blackboard and chalk. The board had been washed, but lines showed faintly and as she looked closer she could see that rules had been written there in the past. A large dark wooden desk sat slightly in front of the board, on its top were several display boxes that held canes and straps. Calliope looked back at Padraic, who stood beside the doorway watching her, concern showing in his features.

Walking behind the desk, she turned to face the rest of the room. In the centre were two desks, one of the smaller school desks like the one she used in Padraic's study, the second much like the one that had appeared in her room in place of the play table which now occupied one space in this room. At the back of the room, there was what seemed to Calliope to be a range of gym equipment; a pommel horse, rings hanging from the ceiling at differing lengths on thick chains and several knotted ropes that ran from floor to ceiling. What seemed like a ballet bar ran halfway along one wall of the large room the other half of the wall being taken up by an oversized window and a large wooden cross like structure. A swing like contraption hung from the ceiling not far from that.

Calliope turned back toward Padraic to look at the wall that the doorway he leant in was part of, several large cabinets and closets lined the wall with space in between where unusual frames stood, and it seemed like pictures had been removed from the walls. This room was not what Calliope had expected, and she looked quizzically at Padraic.

"There are different rules in here," Padraic said as he stepped into the room and picked her up cuddling her close. He loved the smell of her fresh, clean hair and body and breathed in the scent his girl once again. His arousal at the thought of using her in here was growing and he thought it best to leave.

"How come? I thought your rules were for always," her brow knitted in confusion.

"They are baby, but in here all the things we negotiate about normally don't apply. In here, you must do as I say without complaint and if you don't, you will be punished," he looked meaningfully at the display cases on the desk as they past it on the way to the door.

Calliope considered his words carefully lifting a hand to curl a strand of hair around her finger as she mused over his words. "I always try to do what you tell me," she said quietly.

"Trying doesn't count in this room, Callie. You must," he looked at her, and she nodded not saying anything. "That is why your training is different. You learn about the things you need to in my study, not in here. Maybe we will play here once you learn all of the rules and the things that make me happy."

"But I thought I did make you happy," Callie pouted.

"Oh, you do baby, you do!" Padraic kissed her and cursed himself for not clearly thinking out his words, "But you still have a lot to learn and experience. You are special, not like the girl who used to come here." He walked with her to the door and stepped outside turning off the light and locking the door. 

Callie felt a disappointment that she couldn't quite put a name to. She wanted to make Padraic completely happy and continued to look over his shoulder still not quite understanding everything she had seen in the room or everything he said and wondering about the mysterious other girl and what happened to her.

Padraic could sense her change in mood and knew she was confused by the room and his explanations. He tickled her lightly as he carried her eliciting small giggles. "You have done very well so far today baby, but we are not finished yet." Padraic grinned at her.

"I want you to be happy, I want to make you happy," Callie said quietly as he placed her on the floor.

"Oh baby. I have never been happier than I am having you to look after. You're gorgeous, loving and try so hard to make me happy. What more could I want?" Padraic said sincerely. He saw her eyes wander to the doorway they had just come through, and he continued. "We will play in there one day just not yet, I love you and I don't want to do anything you're not ready for yet."

"I love you too. I could be good enough to be in there and make you happy," she looked at him with wide eyes still remembering the isolation of the night before and wanting so much to make him happy.

"I know you could, baby, but I have said no for now, and you need to show me you can do as I ask, out here, before we even think about going back to the playroom, understand?" He placed a kiss on her nose and smiled. "Now I need my beautiful baby," he said as he began to undress her.

Callie smiled cheekily and put her hand on his jean covered groin, "Did it make you horny to be back in that room again? Do you wish I was a much more gooderer little girl?" She teased him purposely using an immature tone of voice. Her eyes danced merrily despite the pout she tried to put on for him.

"You are perfect just the way you are," Padraic groaned picking her up again and holding her against him as he walked back to the bench he had massaged her on earlier laying her down and steeling himself against his own need to punish her and use her harshly right at that moment. He picked up a bottle of lightly scented massage oil and drizzled it over her breasts and in a line down her tummy and over her cunt. "Rub it in," he said in a soft voice and stepped back watching her as he undressed himself. The bench was short, and Calliope's legs dangled from the end even as she widened them to rub the oil between her legs giving him a view of her tight little cunt.

Stepping forward once he was naked, his cock leading the way, Padraic reached for her and lifted her to him kissing her deeply before turning her onto her tummy and laying her back down. He took up the oil and ran a thick line down the middle of her back before beginning a slow sensuous massage letting his hand drift down her sides to caress the edges of her breasts.

His hands moved down paying particular attention to her ass, massaging the cheeks deeply and spreading them wide to view the tiny dark star. The enema earlier that day ensured its vacant cleanliness and he felt his cock twitch as he ran an oily finger over the puckered hole. He felt her stiffen under his hands, and he lowered his other oiled hand to play over her cunt eliciting a gentle sigh of pleasure as he continued to massage and prod her tight anal ring.

"Relax baby, one hand moved up and down her back again as he slowly entered her, his cock disappearing into her hot wet cunt as his fingers continued to probe and oil her ass relaxing the tight anal ring. He saw her breath deeply and heard the soft sigh his gentle force created and smiled down on her enjoying the sensations she gave him. He slipped a finger into her ass and listened to her small whimper knowing that the training with the plugs would have prepared her for the sensation. Continuing to fuck her slowly, Padraic took his time forcing a second finger within her ass and widening the tight ring of muscle.

Callie knew what was coming, but she felt powerless to stop it. She wasn't sure she wanted to stop it but her tummy turned at the thought of what it was he had spent the day preparing her for. She didn't want to spend another night alone, and she knew it would make him happy but as the second finger entered her causing her to flinch in pain and making her feel overly full, she tensed up. Closing her eyes and biting her lip to stifle the growing whimpers fed by her fear that his cock was just too big to fuck her there, she tried to breathe deeply. No one had ever fucked her ass before, and just the thought of it turned the butterflies his gentle fucking created in her tummy into large dragonflies.

Padraic groaned as he withdrew his cock from her cunt and pulling her quivering ass cheeks further apart squirted a small amount of extra oil before positioning his cock there. She stiffened, and he could feel the muscles of her ass tense under his hands. He smacked her and growled, "I'm going to take the only virginity you have left to give me. You must relax baby,, or this will hurt you more than either of us wish it to."

"I'm trying, Daddy," Calliope responded in a trembling whimper. He waited until he saw her take a shaky large breath, but his need was overwhelming him, and he pressed forward. The head of his cock slowly pushed past the tight anal ring, and he stopped enjoying the feeling and her cry of pain.

"Ow, it hurts," Calliope gasped, "It really hurts! Take it out please!"

"Just relax," Padraic encouraged her. "Just wait a minute and you will get used to it."

"No, please take it out. It hurts so much," she cried out.

"Callie, I'm not taking it out. You are going to take my cock in your ass. Just relax, and you will get used to it." Padraic said firmly passion filling his voice as the pleasure of her tightness gripped his cock.



She tried to squirm, but he had superior strength and position to hold her in place. He leaned over her until his chest was almost lying on her back, and he wrapped his hand into her hair turning her face so he could see the expression on her face as he began to push slowly into her. Little-by-little, he forced her to take his cock in her tightest hole pausing every so often to give her time to adjust. 

Each time Padraic surged forward Calliope begged for him to stop, "Motherfucker! Please take it out, your ripping in two, please, Daddy. Oh fuck, fuck fuckity fucking motherfucker!" She cried out to him.

"There's that little whore! The whore with the dirty potty mouth," His growl was loud enough to silence her momentarily until he pushed into her again and she cried out without cursing. "Relax baby, it won't hurt so much in a few minutes," Padraic groaned filled with the pleasure of taking her tightest hole and equally turned on by her pleas for mercy. Once completely buried inside her he stilled for several minutes listening to her whimpering pleas and enjoying the moment. Pulling back slowly until only the head remained, his eyes glued to her face he pushed back in and buried himself with force making her curse in a loud shriek and his cock jerk within her in pleasure.

"Motherfucking asshole, fuck!" Calliope shrieked, "Please....." Tears rolled from her eyes, and she felt him pull out a second time and thrust into her again. "Stop..." the one word was an elongated cry.



"Yeah, curse and cry for me baby. Be that little whore again, tell me how much it hurts," He knew it was only in these first few minutes it would hurt so badly, and it felt so good, he had no intention of stopping. "Tell me how much you love my big cock hurting your poor, tight little whore's ass. Tell me it hurts so good!" One of his hands had drifted down and around her thigh to her wet cunt, teasing her clit as he spoke.



Calliope cried out, "But I don't." She gasped as she felt him thrust into her again. "Fuck! I don't like it, Paddy. Please..." She found though that her ass was not hurting as much now, and his fingers on her clit were sending added jolts through her body. The dragonflies in her tummy began to tingle and buzz while her brain still recoiled from the pain and nastiness of being fucked in the ass.



"Callie! Tell me you like it! Beg me to fuck your tight little ass, just like the foul-mouthed whore you are acting like!" Padraic growled. His passion for the girl beneath him so strong he lost himself in the tightness of her and indulged his own needs.



"Fuck!" She cried out and losing the small restraint she had gained she let rip a series of curse words that shocked even her. "Shit, Fuck! It hurts so good, you motherfucking asshole. Please keep fucking my little fucking ass, you motherfucking bastard!" she punctuating it with a sob. 

Tears streaked her face, and Padraic was in heaven. He had increased his pace with each thrust until he was fucking with a steady rhythm before growling again, "Beg me to fuck you harder."



"Fuck! Harder, harder," she yelled, "fuck my ass harder! Fuck! It hurts so much but fuck me harder!" 



"Yes!" Padraic groaned listening to her whimpered words and sobs. The words were stilted and gasping, and Padraic could tell that she was definitely not enjoying her first ass fucking. She was doing her best to make him believe she liked it, and he realised that she could probably sense how much he loved taking her virgin ass.

Calliope continued to babble almost incoherently as he began to pound into her ass. His fingers worked over her clit and after a short time, not so surprisingly to Padraic, he felt her legs begin to shake in her own need. He worked his fingers harder and roared, "Cum!" at her before thrusting deeply into her ass and erupting in jets of cum himself.

Gasping and whimpering Calliope lay exhausted as Padraic finally pulled out of her holding her ass cheeks wide to watch the small hole slowly spasm and return to the tight little dark star that leaked small dribbles of cum down onto her cunt mixing with her own cum and puddling on the edge of the bench.

"Fucking hot little whore," he growled still incredibly hot and horny. He pulled her from the bench and walked the few steps to the large comfortable chair placing her on the floor between his legs. He leaned back closing his eyes as she instinctively leaned forward to clean his cock. "Good girl," he petted her hair as he moaned in pleasure.

Padraic pulled her up into his lap and ran his hands over her naked body kissing her deeply. "You are amazing Callie. I am such a lucky man to have you in my life." He kissed her again, "it won't always hurt so much and it makes me truly happy to have taken your virgin ass as mine. Next time..."

"Next time!" she squealed cutting him off.

Padraic frowned at her, and she lowered her eyes from his hard gaze. "You will get used to it over time Callie, even come to like it as much as I do," He tilted her chin up so he could see her face. She usually responded well to erotic pain, and he considered if enough of the mental training had gone into her preparation. He would fix that over the next week. He wanted her to be able to enjoy all of his kinks as much as he did.

The wonder of her cock sucking and the feel of her small body on his lap had given him more than enough stimulus to be rock hard again, and he considered taking her ass yet again. Reminding himself that Calliope was special and perhaps it would be too much just yet, he instead guided her so that her knees lay on each side of his hips in the big chair and lowered her cunt onto his cock. 

She rose and fell on his slowly purring in pleasure. His hands sought out her small breasts and played with them gently pulling on her nipples so she leaned forward to kiss him, as she moved. In stark contrast to her first ass fucking, they made slow, gentle love, each building to their own climax in a deliciously warm loving way and holding each other tightly as they came down from the high.

Automatically, Callie climbed off Padraic's lap and cleaned the cock she loved. She was constantly surprised by how much she liked this part of their love making knowing the pleasure it gave him. She knew every mark, every vein every part of his cock both erect and flaccid and revelled in pleasure she got from his crooning voice as he praised her for it.

After what seemed an age Padraic lifted Calliope into his arms and took her to the bathroom, quickly cleaning her with a sponge. He kissed her as he carried her to his room, tucking her into bed and laying down beside her he wrapped his arms around her murmuring softly into her ear, "I love you, baby."

Calliope smiled broadly. She had truly never felt so loved in her life as she had since coming to stay with Padraic. In truth, she was still coming to terms with their unusual relationship which was dominated by his kinky lifestyle but she knew she felt safe and loved and in turned loved him back. It was hearing his praise that lit her from within and made her feel so good, it drove her thoughts each day as she tried to accept all the things she did not like, like ass-fucking, her smile turned to a grimace as the thought entered her head.

She snuggled close to him basking in his happiness knowing that it came from her willingness to accept his lifestyle and the demands he placed upon her. "I love you too," she finally said quietly and felt his arms wrap tighter around her. She hoped that cleaning days and ass-fucking would get easier as he had told her they would, but she was sceptical, she tried to think of ways to avoid them entirely. He spoilt her for the most part but she had the feeling that this was something he wouldn't compromise on.

*****



Calliope's New Life Ch. 04



Authors Note: A small section of this story contains some harsher elements of the Daddy-Dom and little girl relationship. Some readers may find it not to their liking so I am leaving this small warning. For regular readers of Calliope's story, I hope you enjoy. ~ellie

Over the following few weeks, Calliope continued her training and got to know Padraic's routine well. On Monday nights, they had people over for dinner. Bea and Jesse and Jamie came every second week and in between they invited someone else from the family. Tuesday to Thursday was all work with training followed by relaxing evenings on their own. Fridays were cleaning days and in Calliope's mind ass-fucking days, while it was never as bad as that first time, Callie still didn't quite love it the way Padraic did. Saturdays were shopping days, and Calliope looked forward to these as Padraic loved to spoil her, she could ask for the things she wanted or needed and he would then take her somewhere nice for lunch. At the moment Sundays were their day to relax, they had no routine. They preferred to just hang out and play but he had told her that they might occasionally go to Sunday School with the rest of the family in the future.

The thought of the playroom still weighed on Calliope, especially after one Monday night dinner with Uncle Odin and Sarah, at which Sarah took great delight in telling her all about Shelly and how in love Padraic had been with her. Calliope had tried to ask Bea about it but couldn't form the words she wanted to say, so she sighed and gave up. She finally asked Jamie one night in a brief moment they had been left alone together as Padraic and Bea looked at something on his computer. Jamie had been tight-lipped except to say that she shouldn't listen to anything Sarah says because she was a brat.

Calliope didn't want a room in the house that belonged to another little girl that Padraic loved. The thought of sharing him bothered her a lot. Padraic always instilled in her the need to tell him what she was thinking, claiming that he wasn't a mind reader, but she didn't know what to say or how to say it. So eventually she decided to put it in her journal, and she drew a plan of the house labelling each room. In the place of the word playroom though, she had labelled it Shelly's room. It wasn't that she wanted to be in there particularly but like her own room she would like it changed so that the ghost of Shelly didn't haunt her thoughts when she saw the closed door. Finally, in very neat writing she captioned the picture.

"In Daddy's house there are two little girl's; one is me; the other is a ghost called Shelly who has her own room. I don't like it." 

Padraic said nothing when he saw it but that night when he had put Calliope in the bath he called Bea to ask her if she had told Calliope about Shelly. She in turn recounted Jamie's story and Padraic smiled into the phone, "He really is becoming such a nice young man." 

"Yes, he is. I know you don't like to dwell on it but maybe it's time you told Calliope the whole story?" Bea suggested with some concern. "I mean Sarah is not the only little brat in our family. She is bound to hear things when you start coming to Sunday school again. Best she hears the truth from you, rather than dwelling on half-truth and rumour."

"Yeah, I guess," Padraic grimaced. "Seems the playroom needs an overhaul too, she thinks that it is Shelly's room, and that's why I won't let her play there."

"Is she right?" Bea said without accusation, but more to point out that it could be true.

"No!" Padraic was aghast, but he considered not for the first time if that was why he had not wanted to play with Calliope in there. "I am thinking of turning it into a different type of playroom, not so school like."

"Probably a good idea, let me know if you need a hand," Bea laughed knowing he never would. The man was so particular about the things in his life he would never trust anyone with redecorating the room.

Padraic hung up after ending the call and finished making dinner for them before getting Calliope out of the bath and dressing her in her pajamas. They ate dinner out on the back deck watching the summer storm brew and head towards them. As usual she took their plates to clean up the kitchen and once again marvelled at how little mess he left for her to deal with.

Busy loading the dishwasher she didn't hear him come into the kitchen until he murmured softly, "We better have a talk about this," he placed her journal on the bench.

She closed the dishwasher and immediately her hand went to twirl a stray ringlet of hair as she turned to face him worried that she was in trouble. Rather than being upset Padraic face showed concern, and she relaxed slightly.

"Come, baby," he held out his hand to her and taking it she let him lead her into the lounge room. They sat on a large cushioned sofa facing each other, and Padraic leaned forward to kiss her lightly. "You couldn't just tell me what Sarah said? It obviously bothered you," he said gently tilting her face up to his so he could read her eyes. Calliope shook her head slightly still not quite having the words to ask what she needed to know.

"So you wrote this message in your journal for me," Padraic stated the obvious and she nodded. "Would it be enough for me to assure you that Shelly is no longer part of my life and that I do not care for her the way I once did?"

Calliope frowned, she wasn't sure if it would be enough. Thoughts of the ghost that was Shelly haunted her now, and she needed to know more. More about who she was, what she was like and the type of relationship they had. She closed her eyes and wondered if she really wanted to know it all. Would knowing that she was gone for good be enough?

"You are special Callie. You are different from any other little girl I have ever known, and you are perfect for me. Shelly pales in comparison, but I guess I let her memory live in that room and so I will change it, to make it your playroom, but the rules in there will still apply." He looked into her eyes and saw her smile slightly. "In that room, when it is yours, you will do exactly as I say, the moment I say it, even if you don't like it, or it hurts, or you are scared. In there you are only to trust and obey, you understand?"

"Yes, Paddy," she said sincerely. Now that the conversation had started she was reluctant to let it go so easily, and she asked the one question that she needed an answer to. "Sarah said you were madly in love with Shelly and that you never got over her..." she gulped at a strange look that flittered over Padraic's face. "I mean if, she came back... I um," her voice faded as struggled to find the words she needed yet again.

"It is true I cared about Shelly very much, and I would never turn her out on the street if she came to me and needed help but..." he made sure she was looking him in the eyes as he continued, "I didn't know how good love could feel until I met you Callie. I adore you. I am happier than I have ever been, and that is because of you. You are different from her, and I feel love for you in a very different way." Padraic struggled to express how he felt to Calliope.

"But I don't make you happy the way she did..." Calliope couldn't let it go, she wasn't sure why it was so important to her to be Padraic's everything, but she wanted to be more than just the best choice at this time.

At that moment, he realised just how much Shelly had influenced his relationship with Calliope. Rather than enjoying the fun of family gatherings and Sunday school he had jealousy kept her away from anyone who could also have an influence on her. He needed to be secure in her love and trust her to return to him or risk losing her from hanging on too tightly, he knew. He would also need to return to work in the New Year and had not decided yet what to do with Calliope when the time came. She over-thought things too much when left to her own devices. Misunderstandings often occurred, much like this one, when she thought too much about something that bothered her. He considered that sending her to college with Carl was possibly the best option available to him.

"I love you more, differently yes, but in those differences you make me happier," He answered her last statement as if it was a question, his temper rising with her lack of understanding and having to explain himself more thoroughly. 

"I love you, too," she snuggled close to him hiding her thoughtful face from his gaze as she tried to make sense of his words and how she felt. She lay there letting him hold her as they both let their own thoughts take over, and the thunder from the approaching storm filled the silence. Padraic told her the whole story of his and Shelly's relationship, explaining his reticence to share Calliope, even with the family members he trusted.

Calliope remembered the first time she had been welcomed into the family and what had occurred that night with their lifestyle family. She turned to him then and nodded, "I not sure I want to share you either. Who says we have to? I mean you're my Daddy, so it's your rules I have to obey not the others in the family, right?" Padraic chuckled and gathered her close kissing her nose. 

"We'll talk some more about Sunday school and the family in the morning, but right now I am thinking we have better things to do," he said, smacking her ass hard making her yelp and grinned.

"Paddy?" Calliope said softly, and he looked at her questioningly.

"I really think it's a good idea to change the room, for you but for me, all the stuff that I saw and the way it is now..." her voice faded, but Padraic remained silent wondering where this was going. "I could be good enough for just one time... before you change it... I mean... you liked to play in there, or you wouldn't have kept it... I just want to know... you know... the differences." 

Padraic growled finally losing his temper. His voice when he spoke was harsh, and she knew without a doubt that she had pushed him too hard. "Don't push me Calliope. I have explained it all and told you that you are not the type of girl to play in there! I have told you all about Shelly and still you persist!" She looked at him wide eyed but did not seem to be backing down as he wanted. "Well you want to be treated like that for one night you got it!" His voice had risen to a roar, and he grabbed a handful of her hair and propelled her along before him to the doorway of the room.

"Be very sure what you are asking for baby because beyond this door you will be little more than a fuck doll. You will address me only as Sir and you will do exactly as I say no questions no complaints," his voice was still hard and angry as he addressed her. The idea of using her in this no holds barred environment appealed to him on some levels, but he enjoyed the relationship he had been slowly building with her and worried that doing this would set back her training and require a rebuilding of trust once more.

Calliope nodded; she was both anxious and excited and did not trust her voice. Padraic continued to look at her with waning patience until she answered, "Yes, Sir."

Padraic flung the door open and upon entering indicated a spot before his desk, "Strip and present, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your neck, elbows tilted back." He then moved away to open the closets and wardrobes along the wall through which they had entered barely hearing her hasty reply.

"Yes, Sir," Calliope said and reached down to pull her pajamas over her head. She did her best to fold the garment and put it on one of the small desks before assuming the position he had instructed her to.

Padraic returned with a range of equipment and dumped it onto the heavy wooden desk. He said nothing at all to her as he encased her ankles and wrists in fur-lined cuffs and buckled a heavy wide collar around her neck. Pushing her forward against the heavy wooden desk, he bent her over it. Picking up a large butt plug, he lubed it generously before forcing it into her ass without any of the usual care he would take to ensure her readiness. 

Calliope gripped the desk and attempted to stifle her whimpers but cried out as the largest part of the plug passed her tight anal ring and settled inside her. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as he gave it a few extra pushes before smacking her ass hard and fast several times.

When he finally spoke it was with the same angry growl he had used since she had pushed him to come into this room and play, "Down bitch, hands and knees."

Satisfied that she had complied immediately, he sat in a large chair behind the big desk before barking, "Come!" and guiding her to crawl between his legs and kneel up. He noted that her eyes flicked from his face to his groin, and he sneered, "Such a hungry little cumslut, you'd love to suck my cock wouldn't you, worship it, adore it like the good little cocksucker you have been trained to be."

"Yes Sir," she said softly.

"You need to earn that privilege in here," his tone seemed somehow mocking to Calliope and she quivered as he opened a case on his desk and withdrew a riding crop. He lashed his hand out and caught her nipple with the crop eliciting a squeal of pain and surprise. Her hand automatically went up, and he frowned, "No hands!" he shouted and lashed out again at the other nipple making her flinch involuntarily. He continued to abuse her small breasts and nipples until she was gasping with sobs and tears flowed freely down her face. 

"Stay!" he growled deeply and stood up walking from the room leaving Calliope confused as she sobbed in pain. He returned carrying his camera, a large bowl and several of her hair ties as if he had grabbed a handful in a hurry. He sat in his chair picking up the camera and angling it to show both her sad, teary face and the raised red welts decorating her breasts, "Remember you asked to be in here, with your big bad Daddy," he sneered at her and took several photos of her so that she would remember to heed his warnings in the future. He planned to use her to exhaustion tonight and see that Shelly was well and truly exorcised from their lives.

Tying her hair up into a high ponytail, he dragged her back around to the other side of his desk. He joined the wrists cuffs behind her back and bent to join the cuffs at her ankles with a small spreader bar. Padraic stood back and undressed watching his beautiful girl trembling in fear and anticipation.

"Do you love Daddy's big cock, little slut?"

"Yes, Sir," Calliope said softly her voice raw from crying.

"Then show me how much you love my cock by worshipping it with your mouth," he invited her planting his feet wide apart and indicating she should come to him.

Calliope stumbled several times as she covered the distance between where she was and where Padraic had placed himself unable to manage with the bar holding her ankles apart. She sank awkwardly to her knees before him. She pressed her face to his groin, placing kisses along the hard shaft of his erect cock before managing to engulf the head and suckle at it, murmuring in appreciation at the feel of it on her tongue.

"Take it all little cock-sucker," he growled and pushed his hips forward making her gag. Calliope gurgled and choked as she struggled to swallow him deeper pushing her nose into the dark curls of hair that crowned the cock she worshiped.

Slowly, and with practiced expertise, she began moving her head, sucking hard on the upstrokes and tasting the pre-cum on her tongue. It was true she did love sucking his cock, and she picked up speed as she bent to her worship feeling awkward in the bindings. His hands did not touch her at all as they normally would have to guide her, he allowed her to show her willingness to worship at his feet and guide her own movements for a while.

Padraic took as much as he could before letting out a deep groan and grabbing her hair to force her face onto his cock deeply and hold her there until she struggled for air. He then began to fuck her mouth with force, his balls slapping against her drool covered chin. He felt his cock spasm and rammed into her throat as the first spurt of cum exploded from him. Calliope choked, and her eyes streamed more tears, a small amount of the cum seeming to come from her nose as she choked. He pulled out of her mouth spurting the second ropey strand over her face and gasping lips. 

He pushed the head of his cock into her mouth as she continued to gag on the first spurting jet and Padraic watched as the remainder of his cum spilled from her lips down over her chin to her chest and the floor between her knees, mixing with her own drool.

"Fuck!" Padraic roared at her, "Fucking ungrateful bitch wasting all my cum." He pulled her head off his cock and pointed her face to the floor below her even as cum still dribbled from her sobbing lips. "Clean it up you disgusting ungrateful bitch." He let her go and stepped away leaving her to bend down and lick the floor clean.

When he came back, he pulled her head up by the ponytail in her hair and barked, "Tongue out." He rapidly took several more shots before letting her go again to fall to the fall below him. He pulled a small chair close and watched her struggle to clean the small mess before ordering her to clean his cock as she should have done already if she hadn't made such a mess. He allowed her to struggle on her own with her bound hands and feet toward him and bend her head to his cock again keeping his hands on his thighs and staring hard at her.

Her breath was still heavy and her whimpers soft as he let her lap and lick at his cock and balls, cleaning him properly without any guidance at all. Finally, he pushed her back to kneel sitting back on her heels. He reached to his side where the camera lay and picked up a silver chain from the large bowl. He held it in his hand showing it to her and revealing the alligator clamps at the ends of the chain.

Calliope gritted her teeth and hissed a long breath as Padraic attached them to her nipples. She had given up trying to stifle her whimpers realising that, in this room, they did not matter. If anything, it seemed to make him more harsh in his treatment of her. Blinking her eyes, tears spilling to her cheeks, she wondered if she truly could be as good and obedient as Shelly once was.

Padraic undid the bar from her ankle cuffs and returned to his seat once more. He picked her up then and positioning her to face him and straddle his thighs he impaled her on his cock, "Ride me, baby fuck doll." Padraic leaned back in his chair as she began to rise and fall upon him. Whimpering each time her small breasts jostled the clamps. Calliope eventually found her balance and rode him slowly rotating her hips as she ground down into his groin feeling the friction on her clit and the over fullness of having both Padraic's big cock and the butt plug within her.

Not wanting to leave the clamps on too long this first time he had used the harsh alligator kind, he pulled them from her nipples as she completed a downward stroke and began rotating her hips. Placing his hands over them and massaging the soft pink buds as the blood flowed back through them he listened to her cries of pain. 

Calliope arched screaming out, "Mo..ther...fucking... cunt of a..., argh, Daddy!!" her brain filled with the white light of intense pain and her body shook wildly. 

Padraic, seeing the faraway look in her eyes, wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted her slightly and thrust up into her rapidly tipping her over the edge into blissful release. He watched almost mesmerised as she jerked and shook uncontrollably. He then pulled her to him, holding her close until she came down from her high. It was surprising to him that all he wanted to do at this moment was cuddle her close and take her to bed rather than continue the punishment for pushing him to use her in this room. Perhaps they both had needed the lessons of being in this room. The thought disconcerted him, and he held her close until her breathing became more regular again.




Calliope's New Life Ch. 04



"That was just the warm-up baby, and you seemed to have broken the rules already," he said grimly lifting her away from his body and looking in her eyes. "You will have to be punished but as I still believe this room is not for us I will give you one last chance," he watched her face flinch at the mention of punishment. He knew what she had just gone through was worse than any punishment he had given her outside of this room and while he had been aroused, the sadistic thrill he had experienced with Shelly was no longer there for him, he felt differently about the girl in his arms. He had desired Shelly and the thrill of absolute control she gave him, but he loved Calliope and desired her on a totally different level. She gave him that control not because she knew she needed it but because she loved him, and he needed it. Shelly had come here for her own reasons to receive more than to give, Calliope had endured this room to please him.

"I don't want to sleep alone again," Calliope wailed, "but if that was only a warm-up, I can't be as good as Shelly. I can't be the perfect girl for you," Padraic's heart broke as Calliope cried still not understanding how much she meant to him and that Shelly was nothing in comparison.

"For fuck's sake! Have you not listened to anything I have said. This room wasn't about love it was about need. Shelly wasn't about love she was about need. You taught me how to love and care so that I never needed to be in here with you. You, baby, you give me everything I need already!" The frustration was clear in his voice, and he stood up carrying her out of the room and into the study.

"This is our room. This is where you learn to be Daddy's perfect baby. This is where you get punished! Not in some play room that is just that, a room to play. What we have is real, not playtime," He sat at his desk in the familiar, comfortable chair bending her over his lap his still hard cock pushing into her belly. "I fucking love you! You little brat!" Padraic started spanking her then continuing his diatribe of words trying to convince her that what they had was far beyond Shelly, beyond what he had believed possible, and had made him rethink about what he needed in a baby. She was what he needed, and she had to believe that there was no one in the world he would rather be with.

Her ass was bright red and hot when he finally stopped the spanking and pulled her up to kiss her teary face. "There will be times I will spank you just because I can and I enjoy the sight of your perfect little ass glowing and I will always fuck you hard like I mean it. What I don't need are the extremes of that room. I didn't love Shelly, not in the real sense of the word. That room was not built for lovers but obedience and control only; I love you, my baby, we could never be truly happy in that room."

"I love you too Daddy, so very much," Calliope turned her teary face up to his. "I am sorry, Daddy, can you undo my hands so I can cuddle you? I need to cuddle you," she cried. Padraic chuckled and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. She clung to him, and he wrapped his arms around her just holding her close and enjoying the feel of her before taking the heavy collar from her neck. Picking her up, he took her to the bathroom before removing the butt plug, and took her into the shower.

"You're such a good girl," he praised, and watched a small, happy smile curl her lips. He held her close and kissed her deeply. The power she gave him by submitting to his needs, as she had tried so hard to do tonight, made him love the girl he held in his arms even more. Picking her up and manoeuvring her body around, so she straddled his hips he pressed her against the wall of the shower and drove his still hard cock into her without any warning. She cried out, and he felt the passion and need to use her hard build in him.

His need for her, as his baby girl, filled him and he pounded into her with abandon grinding her back into the slick tiles of the shower stall. Her gasps and cries echoed off the walls, hardly drowned by the sound of the rushing water, and he felt the tell-tale tremors in her thighs about his hips. Placing a hand around her throat, he looked into her eyes as she begged, "Fuck me, fuck me hard Daddy, like only you can."

"Cum for Daddy! Cum on my big Daddy cock, like the good girl you are," he pumped into her little cunt and growled loudly, "CUM!"

Her eyes flared open, and her body stiffened, arching out from the wall while he held her throat without choking her. He slammed up into her hard, as his own cum sprayed into her. Gasping, he leaned against her pinning her to the wall, his own legs shaking. Slowly he raised her face to his and kissed her deeply, "You are amazing, and I love you baby." He smiled softly down into her face before kissing her again as she began to answer him, forcing her to swallow her words.

Once Padraic was sure she had recovered he stood her up and washed her carefully before allowing her to help wash him. He got out and dressed himself first before taking up a towel and turning the shower off. Wrapping her in the towel, he walked into his bedroom and laid her in bed Kissing her forehead. 

"Sleep now, baby, Daddy has a few things to do but he won't be long," Padraic smiled.

"I can help Daddy," Calliope said brightly trying to show that she wasn't tired.

"No, Baby. Do as Daddy says and get some sleep, I will come to bed with you soon," he knew she didn't like to sleep alone and normally he would stay with her until she dropped off into slumber, but he wanted to make some plans for that room. His experience tonight told him he no longer needed or wanted the extremes of the lifestyle he had once enjoyed with Shelly.



Calliope's New Life Ch. 05



Authors Note: A small section of this story contains some harsher elements of the Daddy-Dom and little girl relationship. Some readers may find it not to their liking so I am leaving this small warning. For regular readers of Calliope's story, I hope you enjoy. Thank you once again to Mrs Wolf for her proofreading skills ~ellie

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In the days following the night in the playroom Padraic became very introspective. He did not question his love for Calliope but was questioning how he had gone about her training and the training he had put in place. He compared his past relationships and the things he had so enjoyed with them and looked at his relationship with Calliope critically. He stayed up late often after he had put her to bed thinking about how shut off from the world they were and while he had his work and his friends; he had made Calliope totally dependent on him all the while. True, that is what he wanted, but he also wished her to have friends like every other girl her age and enjoy her life and all it could offer her. 

Padraic realised just how much damage Shelly had done to his ability to trust Calliope. The hurt and pain she had inflicted on him was gone, and he could look dispassionately at the spoilt girl who had come to him and begged him to teach her, train her and love her. In truth, she had done very little to deserve his love always flouting his rules and pressuring him to attend fetish parties and family gatherings. His greatest pleasure came from punishing the brat. She was so unlike Calliope, who dreaded breaking his rules and being punished, he realised that generally he did not enjoy punishing her in the same way he had with Shelly.

Being in that room had made him realise how much he had changed and how different his relationship with Calliope was to any other he had before her. He began trawling the internet and talking anonymously with other Dominants who identified with the Daddy role in their little one's life and developed some guarded friendships with one or two. In his day to day life, he was more exacting in what they did, slowly changing the deep-seated ideas of what truly aroused him and what he found was no longer appealing in his use of his baby.

The extreme sadism he had once enjoyed was now distasteful, but he still enjoyed the tears of a spanking or rough, hard use. He found that her humiliation and shame at being reminded of her days as a whore gave him the thrill of dominant control over her that his extreme abuse of Shelly once had. As he did more research the idea of pimping her out at family gatherings and Sunday school so to speak and being a voyeur of her whorish ways aroused him deeply as did the after effects he could enjoy by shaming her with her own enjoyment of being a little whore.

He found that the idea of leaving her to develop close, intimate bonds with another in a one on one situation was still outside his comfort zone, but he continued to imagine her at the family orgies that generally ensued at any of their celebrations and gatherings as it had when they had welcomed her to the family. He knew he could trust the family not to overstep the boundaries between a Daddy and his little one and he was surprised at himself that he had resisted the constant invitations from each of his friends as they tried to welcome him back into their swinging lifestyle.

Padraic was obsessive in the way he lived his life and as such was slow to change his thought patterns and ideas. As time went on and Calliope's training and her adherence to his rules was nearing perfection with only small lapses that he truly didn't mind but rather enjoyed the look of shame they produced he knew it was time to make the changes that would make their relationship even better.

*****

Calliope worried over Padraic's late nights and quiet introspection after the night in the playroom. She worried, despite his reassurances, that he was disappointed in her, and it gnawed at her driving her even harder to do all things she knew he liked and try to follow all of his rules without complaint. She found that, in time, she was left more often helping Mama Bea in the kitchen while Padraic and Jamie talked about men's things, and she found herself becoming jealous of the time they spent together and the fact that Jamie began treating her more like a little girl than a friend.

As if coming out of a deep funk Padraic suddenly became more animated, and work began on the playroom with tradesmen arriving, all the furniture being removed, and the room being left bare for a few days as new carpeting and fixtures were installed. While the work went on, Padraic put in place a new schedule to keep Calliope busy while his obsession with details kept him monitoring all work being done in the new playroom.

She still spent the morning in the study reading articles Padraic sent her and attending to her journals. After lunch, she was allowed playtime for an hour in which she was could use any of the toys in Paddy's cupboard in her room if she asked and she was able to touch and play with Paddy's cunt without his express supervision for the first time in their relationship. Then she was allowed to take a nap or watch a movie that Padraic had downloaded onto an iPad for her. The iPad had been a gift when the work had begun on the playroom, Padraic realising that he would be too busy to supervise her as he always had.

He reasoned that he would have to return to work soon and to give her this time to adjust to his absence while still being close by would be beneficial in the long run. In the first few days, he checked on her regularly but started checking less and less as time went on. It was early November, and he wanted the playroom ready for the holiday season as he had an idea for a wonderful Christmas party for the family involving the new playroom.

Left to her own devices Calliope made good use of her pony and the life-sized teddy bear that sported a huge strap on dildo. It was as she lay down playing with her iPad after one such session where she had cum deliciously slow and long that she had an idea for a Christmas present she could give Padraic, and she set to work planning out the idea and how she could make it work.

Calliope waited for a day where there seemed to be more tradesmen than usual, and Padraic was more than a little distracted by the goings on in the playroom. He had unlocked the cupboard and left her to choose her toy knowing that she understood the rules about what she was allowed and what he deemed unsuitable to play with alone. 

"Thank you Paddy," Calliope said smiling. She kissed and cuddled him before he left her to her playtime. Sure he had gone Calliope worked quickly and sat her iPad up on a small desk framing her small bed that Papa-Bear lay across. Satisfied she took three toys and some lube from the toy cupboard and lay them out on the end of her bed. Satisfied she went back to the desk and pressed record. Realising the first shot would be of her dress she quickly pulled it off exposing her naked cunt to the viewer and slowly walked backwards to sit on the end of the bed.

Leaning back on Papa bear with the elbow of one arm, she drew her legs up widely placing her feet on either side of her ass, exposing her cunt and ass to the viewer. Picking up a small egg and turning it on with a small twist, she ran it over her clit purring softly. A small smile tilting her lips, she pushed it into her cunt and closed her eyes enjoying the sensation. Letting out a breathy aroused sigh Calliope sat back up and took the tube of lube squirting a liberal dollop onto her fingers and the plug, rubbing them to coat both her fingers and the toy liberally, she leaned back against the bear once again.

Pulling her knees up along her body, she felt her ass cheeks widen, and lowered her shining fingers to the tight little hole Padraic enjoyed using so much working at the tight ring to loosen it and slip her finger inside. Her breath quickened she continued to work a finger in and out until she was able to add a second finger. She lifted her head slightly gazing into the camera as she violated her tight hole knowing he would see it. Her eyes glazed and her breathing was close to panting in her doubled up position. In her free hand she took up the plug, pulling her fingers from her ass and began wedging the plug into the slightly stretched hole. 

Trying to keep her head raised she looked into the camera as she forced the plug into her ass grimacing and letting out a small whimper as the largest part entered her and she felt her tight ring settle around the neck of the toy. Calliope let out a deep breath and closed her eyes savouring the sensation as the egg continued to buzz within her. Her fingers played idly with her clit making her whimper and purr in her heat.

With slow movements, Calliope repositioned herself to straddle Papa bear's strap on dildo. The large dark brown fake cock stood up proudly from his groin as if it was meant to be there. With wet slurping sounds, Calliope pulled the egg from her cunt and lifted it to her lips licking it clean before holding it between her lips as she lowered herself down onto the big fake cock with a groan. 

Leaning over she took up the last toy. She held the tweezer-style clamps in one hand as she gently fondled her nipple as if apologising to it for what was about to happen. She attached the first of the tweezers to her nipple tightening them hard enough to grip without falling but without the intense pain Padraic often made her endure. Her nipples throbbed as she attached the second of the tweezers. The tight feeling flowed into her breasts as she gave the chain a small tug to ensure they would not fall off.

Rising and falling slowly on the big fake cock at first, she was soon fucking with abandon. She bucked up and down, her breasts being pulled and pinched by the clamps as her breasts bounced with her movements. Incredibly aroused by the idea that Padraic would see this movie she was making for him it seemed her orgasm built even more rapidly than usual, and she threw her head back, her howl muffled by the egg still wedged between her lips.

Slowing her movements and grinding down onto the dildo Calliope took the egg from her lips, breathing heavily and whimpering as she recovered. She gazed at the camera imagining Padraic watching her and slowly knelt up pulling her cunt off the big fake cock leaving it glistening with her cum. Twisting the bottom she turned the egg back on and lowering her hand pushed it inside her making her shudder and gasp with the sensation.

Crawling over the body of the life-sized toy Calliope changed her position until she straddled Papa bears furless hard nose and mouth that rose from the rest of his face. Rubbing against the snout purposefully slow and gentle, she then leaned over the fat belly to lick the dildo clean of her cum. Closing her eyes and making herself believe it was Padraic's cock despite its plastic hardness, Calliope licked it lovingly and took it into her mouth sucking as she would for him.

All the while as she licked and sucked the big fake cock Calliope rolled and ground her hips over the snout of Papa Bear letting another orgasm build deliciously slowly. It hit her suddenly, and she arched her back forcing her cunt against the hard snout of her pretend lover as she howled around his cock. The first shuddering ripple faded and she sat up letting the egg and the pressure of the snout on her clit continue to feed her arousal as she pulled the nipple clamps off. Whimpering loudly and biting heavily on her lip to keep from crying out, the pain of the blood flowing back into the compressed nipples caused another orgasm bigger than the first to slam into her body rocking her in her perch on Papa bears face.

Calliope fell to the bed beside her toy lover and snuggled up beside him pulling the sodden snout to her mouth cleaning him of her cum as best she could. Exhausted from the work out she had given herself and uncaring of the still recording iPad she closed her eyes savouring the last waves of her orgasm and purring happily.

*****

Finally getting a break from supervising the placement of some of the playroom's new features Padraic checked his watched and cursed that it had been too long since he had checked on his baby. Usually finished by mid-afternoon the men had stayed longer today to finish the section of the room they were working on so as to keep to the strict schedule the client had them working on. Padraic, being the client, was an exacting man who had been hands-on in all facets of the installation. While the men, usually preferred to work to their own schedule from plans, the man who ran the business liked Padraic's attention to detail because it meant things were done right the first time and once it was complete they would not have to return for any minor adjustments or repairs.

Farewelling the men for the day and leaving them to pack up their gear Padraic went to check on Calliope. Opening her door, he found her curled up on her bed with her arm and a leg wrapped over Papa bear much in the way she did when sleeping with him. He smiled and moved closer to her. Noting the lube on the edge of the bed he looked closer and saw she still wore an ass plug. A quick glance showed him the discarded nipple clamps and egg loosely held in her hand. 

He chuckled, realising that he had not spent enough time with his needy little nymphomaniac lately and turned to run a bath for her knowing she had played hard and would need it. It was only then that he saw that she had moved her desk and that the iPad was still propped up on it recording her as she slept. He picked it up pressing stop and sat in a comfortable chair. He located the video she had just made and pressed play.

Unbelievably aroused from even the first few minutes of the video she had made, he continued to watch unable to look away as the girl he loved so deeply created her own porn for him. So engrossed in watching her he did not realise she had woken up and was startled when he heard her plaintive cry.

"Oh, no! Don't watch that! It was supposed to be your Christmas present!" Calliope had wailed.

"Stay there and be quiet," Padraic growled at her, arousal thickening his voice. His eyes almost immediately drawn back to the image on the screen of his beautiful girl fucking and sucking a life-sized toy bear. 

Believing herself to be in trouble Calliope immediate sat back down on her bed quietly looking contrite watching his stony face. She wondered how long he had been watching it and her as she had slept with her pretend lover. Her hand sought out a stray curl in her hair, and she wrapped it tightly around her finger when she saw him turn off the iPad and stand to face her.

"That was unbelievably hot and has made my cock very hard as you intended it to," Padraic's voice was still a growl, "It was a very clever idea for a gift but having such a hot needy slut as my own little girl is all I need." He had closed the gap between them and Calliope trembled slightly from the tone in his voice expecting a 'but' and it came moments later.

"But," he said loudly grabbing her leg and pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. "That was not the gentle play we agreed upon, that was hard use of MY property," he forced her knees apart and spanked her cunt. "Who's your Daddy?" Padraic growled. "Who owns this little cunt?" he spanked her again several times.

"You do, you do! You're the Daddy!" Calliope wailed. He rolled her over to her stomach and began spanking her ass.

"So many orgasms, you needy little cumslut. Gentle play, one orgasm, that was the rule!" Her ass was bright red now, and he could not wait any longer, he kicked off his pants and entered her roughly. "You seem to love that fake cock so much suck it while I fuck you, beg me to let you fuck Papa bear again, you loved it so much, like the dirty whore that you are. Beg me to let you fuck other people like a little whore in the club where you were arrested."

Calliope was sobbing; her lips wrapped around the big fake cock distorting her begging as she tried to please the angry seeming Padraic as he pounded into her with force. He seemed driven and continued to berate her and call her names as she gurgled on the fake cock his hand reaching out to her head pushing it down on the dildo further.

"Take it you little cock-sucker. Take it like the little nympho you are," he growled. "Fucking a toy bear until you pass out from pleasure, what a fucking slut of a whore!" Padraic grabbed her hair and pulled her up and around to face him his cock in his other hand. As soon as she had moved he painted her face with cum.

Padraic did not release her but looked down into her flaming face. Covered in tears and cum with her cheek brightly flushed and he knew how desperately he loved her. The video she had made, though amazing, broke his rules and she had deserved his harsh words and fucking but in truth he had loved that she had tried to make something for him on her own. He regained his composure and picked him up cuddling her to him. 

"I love the video baby," he said softly, "It made me just want to fuck you all night, but you broke my rules didn't you?"

"Yes, Paddy," she whispered. "I didn't really mean to..." she started to protest but was silenced by a look.

"I adore you Callie. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love that you are a nymphomaniac who can't get enough fucking and sucking. I love that you tried to make me something as a surprise, and it was," he said with a small smile. "But you must obey the rules, they are there for a reason, you could have hurt yourself with this big plug," he smacked her still red ass lightly. "Especially when you added that big dildo Papa bear wears," he looked at her face for understanding. "We need to keep you nice and tight not all stretched out because you didn't take enough care."

Calliope nodded, and he put her down, running a bath for her. Waiting for it to fill he bent her over the bench and removed the plug from her ass, noting that it was not as big as it had looked on the video and pleased about that. Padraic placed her in the bath and warned her to think about the playtime rules. "If you break them again, there will be no more playtimes on your own."



Calliope's New Life Ch. 06



Author's note: This story contains elements of the BDSM, Daddy/little relationship and as such will not be to everyone's taste. If that is not your kink please don't read any further. For followers of Calliope's story, I hope you enjoy this chapter. ~ellie




Change had come slowly to Calliope's world, so much so that she barely noticed that Jamie was spending a lot more time with Padraic and seemed to be a constant presence as the new play room neared completion. Padraic did not even seem to mind when Jamie became authoritative with Calliope and when she bristled at his tone Padraic would often chide her rather than him. It seemed like a wedge had been pushed between them, and she felt sad at the loss of her friend.

One day, when Padraic had been called away by a telephone call, Calliope had pouted at Jamie. "You never just hang out with me anymore," she had complained. "We used to talk all the time, now you just seem to grouch at me," she looked at him as she pushed the last bites of her lunch around her plate.

"Geez, Calliope, I am not a kid anymore. Padraic is mentoring so I can have a little girl of my own soon. Then you will have to call me Uncle Jamie," he said seriously, pausing to study her face, "Uncle James sounds better, and if you continue to pout at me, I will spank you," he said with authority although a wicked grin slid over his face.

"Paddy wouldn't let you!" Calliope gasped.

"You would be surprised what your Daddy would let me do, I think," Jamie continued his wicked grin waggling his eyebrows. He was enjoying teasing Calliope; she had been the motivation he needed to tell Mama Bea he wanted to grow up and become a Daddy himself. Calliope was the perfect mix of brat, angel and whore, and she had featured heavily in his fantasies since their first meeting.

"Paddy, tell him he can't do it!" Calliope wailed as he walked back into the room.

"Do what, baby?" Padraic looked at the pair on hearing the obvious distress in Calliope's voice. 

"He says I have to call him Uncle James now and," she pulled her pouty lip back in, "And..." she paused dramatically, "If I pout at him anymore he will spank me." Calliope blinked her big green eyes up at Padraic realising she sounded like a whiney baby.

"Jamie is growing up," Padraic said reasonably but on noting the self-satisfaction in the young man's demeanour added, "But he is not grown up yet." He waited a moment as the two eyed each other and looked back at him expectantly. "I don't think starting to call him Uncle Jamie would be a bad thing, it would be good practice for when Bea decides he is ready."

"Fine," she sighed, "But he can't spank me, can he?"

"For pouting? No. You are my baby, if you are being disrespectful or naughty, on the other hand, then he needs to speak with me. I may let him spank you if it's necessary, or I may just do it myself, but baby, you need to be a good girl for everyone not just for me," he leaned down and kissed her forehead before taking his seat again. "But you are always such a good girl for me lately it's hard to believe you were not always my angel."

"Did I ever tell you how Calliope came to be mine?" Padraic asked Jamie with a wink.

"Not all the details, no," Jamie smiled seeing the look of surprise and shame come over Calliope's features. "There was something about needing to help her because you were a lawyer?" he said uncertainly. He actually knew much more than he was letting on, but the wink from Padraic had told him to play dumb for the moment.

"Oh, she was so precious, I think I fell in love with her within the first few minutes," Padraic smiled down on her surprised face. "I didn't realise it at the time though, and it was a bit of a battle to get her to listen to me but well worth it. Come let's help Calliope clear the lunch dishes and I will tell you all about it."

They cleared the table as Padraic recounted the story, "It all started with a phone call from Calliope's mother begging me to help her wayward daughter who had been arrested and was sitting in the city watch house."

"Arrested? What on earth for?" Jamie's voice held an air of incredulity and he looked at her with feigned astonishment.

"She was dancing at this men's club, and the owner had tempted her to earn more money and tips by giving private lap dances. Calliope escalated after that in what the police claimed was prostitution though they could couldn't prove more than giving a man a blow job." Padraic watched as Calliope blushed deeply and pretended to be scrubbing at a stubborn spot on a plate before putting it into the dishwasher.

Jamie whistled in appreciation of the seriousness of her crime, "Not quite the innocent angel she appears to be now was she?"

"You should have seen her when I picked her up, you wouldn't have recognised her. Badly dyed hair that hung over her face, cheap and nasty school girl uniform that needed a good wash, she definitely needed some work let me tell you." Padraic was enjoying Calliope's embarrassment as she fussed in the kitchen cleaning up. "And the language! You wouldn't believe the nasty things that came out of her mouth. She ate a lot of soap that first night."

Calliope pulled a face remembering that first night, when she thought a bad blow job would gain her the freedom she wanted. She had seriously underestimated Padraic in the beginning, but he had always seemed to know what she needed and did not hold back in making sure she followed his rules.

"I wish I could have seen her, its sound just too weird, hearing the description," Jamie said thoughtfully.

"What a good idea," Padraic enthused, "Let's dress you up baby, it will be a good reminder of how far we have come from that scrawny little foul mouthed brat."

"But Paddy!" Calliope started to complain, but she could see the eagerness in his features and stopped herself.

"Come on baby it will be fun," Padraic grinned and swooped her up into his arms. "There is nothing to be ashamed of in how we met and fell and love," he kissed her and held her to him as he walked to her room followed by Jamie. Putting her down in the middle of the room, he went to his toy cupboard and unlocked the door taking a large box from the top shelf. "I am not even sure why I kept this," he said over his shoulder as he pulled it free.

He placed it on the edge of the bed and lifted the top pulling out the costume she had been wearing the day he had bailed her out of jail. He had had it cleaned of course but other than that it was unaltered. 

Calliope moved closer memories of a time when she had no one in the world to rely on, but herself surfaced in mind and she looked up at Padraic who now stood beside her watching her reaction. She felt safe and loved with him for the first time in her young life, and she knew this was a lesson he was trying to teach her. She didn't want to go back to the life she had before Padraic saved her, she knew that, but if they both needed this stroll down memory lane to remind them of that, she decided she was okay with it.

"Can I get dressed by myself please, Paddy?" She asked quietly; I promise I won't be long. He gave her a concerned look, and she added, "I just want to surprise you, you know make my hair all messy and stuff like it used to be." He continued to study her, so she smiled showing she was not unhappy about the costume.

Finally, Padraic nodded but said equally quietly, "If you are not out in fifteen minutes I will come n and get you." He nodded to Jamie and the two men left the room.

Calliope immediately sat down at her dressing table and pulled out all the make-up she had. She wasn't allowed to wear it very often, but she had it there from when they went into the big city to court in the early days of their relationship and a few other select times they had been to the city since. She used it not only to paint her face but also to colour small streaks of her hair so that it hung in limp strands as it used to before tying it up in bunches.

Watching the time carefully, she finally went to get dressed. The costume was even tighter now after being looked after so well by Padraic, and she breathed into do up the skirt worried as she did so that the buttons on her blouse would pop. They were press studs rather than real buttons, and she was grateful the garish tie that matched the tartan of her skirt hid the bulges the fabric now made as it strained to keep her covered.

She pulled on the long white socks that covered her knees and finally buckled the high heeled doc martins that felt clunky on her feet now, but had been an expensive buy back then. Standing up and looking at herself in the mirror, she recognised the lost little girl she had once been. She had been so easily manipulated by her mother's latest boyfriend into working at his club and graduating from waitress to dancer to whore in rapid succession. She was truly grateful that this was no longer part of her everyday life.

She took a deep breath, if Padraic wanted a trip down memory lane he was about to get the full version of who she had been, angry, churlish and devious. She laughed to herself remembering how she had tried time and time again to seduce Padraic in an effort to get her own way. It had been a hard lesson to learn that batting her pretty green eyes would get her nothing if she didn't follow his rules. The door opened as she stood thinking about the girl she had been in those dark days and she turned to see Padraic enter followed by Jamie. Calliope stood stunned for a moment as the surprise on Padraic face registered in her brain, and she let the old Calliope, who owned this costume come out.

"What the fuck! Couldn't you goddamn knock?" she spat. "Just cause you bailed me out doesn't give you the right to barge in on me whenever you like."

"This is my house, Calliope, and while you are under my roof which the court has decided is where you belong for now, you will follow my rules," Padraic voice rose as he growled back at her. A quick glance gave Calliope the satisfaction of seeing Jamie's jaw hanging open.

"Fuck that, I don't have to do anything," she practically screeched back at Padraic having fun play acting the role. 

"Do you want to go back to that club with all those old men drooling over you and mauling you like a street corner hooker?" his voice had become ominously low.

"Beats being locked up here like a fucking prisoner, at least there I know that people are up front about what they want from me. What is it you want huh Uncle Paddy! What gets your juices flowing," she turned to sneer at Jamie, "Or is it little boys that do it for you?" Calliope wondered if she had gone too far as Padraic scowled and ground his teeth at her. 

Padraic said nothing else he grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her from the room and up the hallway to what had been the playroom. Opening the door, he propelled her forward into the room making her fall to her knees on the carpet.

"You want to be back in this club so much fine!" he finally exploded as she looked at around at almost an exact replica of the club she used to dance in. "Get up there and dance and I will tell you if you're good enough to make a career out of it." Calliope blinked wide-eyed looking around as she struggled to her feet. "Or would you feel better on a street corner with a red light over your head like the little whore you really are," Padraic smirked at her.

"All you men are fucking the same. Stupid bastards pretend to care but all you really want is your cock sucked, I have a choice about that you know," she looked at the stage and back at Padraic, "Well do I at least get some fucking music to dance to? Or should I just get back on my knees right now?"

Padraic's hand lashed out and gripped her throat pulling her to him. His hand was firm but not crushing as he stared down into her eyes, "Tell me about these choices you have little whore."

"All right, all right I'll dance," Calliope's voice whispered past her constricted throat. 

"Good, but first I think you need to remember who is in charge here," he pulled her to a comfortable looking chair that sat in a small suite around a low table. Bending her over his lap, he began to spank her hard, "You need to remember what happens to little girls with potty mouths, Callie," his hand ran down over her g-string to rub her cunt. "Especially little whores who get so wet from being spanked," he growled pulling on the g-string until it snapped and ripping the remains from her body. He spanked her several more times enjoying her sobbing pleas for mercy before pulling her up and looking into her teary eyes as she panted and gulped. "Do we understand each other now, little whore?"

"Yes Sir," she answered quickly.

"You will always call me Daddy in this room," he growled menacingly.

"Yes Daddy," Calliope said softly.

"Get on the stage then, she if you can impress your Uncle Jamie with your bumping and grinding. I hear he is a big tipper for the right girl," Padraic smirked as Calliope turned toward Jamie a look of horror on her face.

Pulling herself together, she knew better than to buck the rules in this room after the last disastrous time, regardless of the change of décor. Aerosmith's Ragdoll came blaring out of speakers, and she took a minute to pick out the rhythm of the unfamiliar song. Closing her eyes, she placed one hand on the central pole before she strutted down the catwalk of the stage. She swung her hips widely as she moved in tempo to the song. 

Calliope covered the area of the stage bumping and grinding as she went making good use of the pole as the next song filled the air. By the time the second song had ended Padraic lowered the music slightly and allowed her some small respite, pointing to Jamie and suggesting she go flirt with him before her next set. He was acting as the club pimp and seemed happy to stay behind the bar and observe. Padraic and Jamie had been planning this scene between for a while and Jamie was well rehearsed.

"Ah, here you are cutie," he tilted his head in Padraic's direction, "I paid the man for my lap dance as soon as I saw you step onto the stage." He sprawled back in the chair offering her the room to manoeuvre onto his lap. The music became louder again, and Calliope once again closed her eyes as she found the beat. She began to move to the sounds of the Divynals song Pleasure and Pain and opened her eyes looking down into Jamie's face. She could see his pleasure as she rolled her hips and moved her body in an undulating fashion making two of the press studs on her shirt pop.

Excited at having Calliope in his lap and the sexually charged air of the room Jamie reached up running his finger along the line of exposed skin under her tie. Calliope backed off his lap and shook her head waggling a finger at him, "No touching the merchandise." She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious grin and began to dance before him again moving over his lap once more after a few moments of mild titillation.

"So," Jamie said licking his lips, "Do you give private dances? Perhaps in some out of the way place?"

Calliope considered him as she continued to dance grinding over his lap and shimmying her shoulders. She looked over at Padraic who smiled encouragingly at her. Confused, Calliope wasn't sure how to respond so she continued to dance without responding. 

"Wait here," Jamie said lifting her from his lap and standing up beside her. Calliope watched as he approached the bar and spoke with Padraic. She watched as the two men spoke quietly feeling unsure of herself in this familiar yet alien playroom. She looked around once more, this definitely held no trace of Shelly anymore but the way Padraic held her past over her head and seemed to enjoy her humiliation disconcerted her. She knew without any doubt in her mind that she loved him and he her but she would just as soon forget the part of her life that had led to her arrest all those months ago.

Jamie approached her again, "You have another set to do, then we can talk some more." He gave her a wicked grin that left her in doubt that the more would not be about talking. Jamie patted her ass and sent her towards the stage. The music pumped up again as Sweet Cherry Pie started blaring from the speakers and she launched into an energetic dance that had her swinging around the pole and pumping her hips to the heavy beats.

Calliope watched the two men as she danced, one the man she loved, much older than her that used his experience and position to care for her and teach her so many things. The other a man not much older than her that she thought of as a friend but now realised was also being educated by Padraic to become a man just like him. She tried to wrap her mind around the idea of Jamie as being dominant over her rather than her equal. Her mind went back to the party when she had been welcomed to the family. "Had she been with Jamie during that crazy scene?" she wondered trying to pull at the threads in her memory.

Padraic had jealously guarded her from anything other than the cuddles and little fondles of Carl Lewis, who she now thought of in a grandpa role. If he had been here she was sure she would not have been so stunned by the request for a private lap dance. The song wound down with her still considering the strange situation she found herself in.

Smiling as she danced, Padraic was more than happy with how she had reacted to the new playroom. He had been impressed with the slutty little girl who bumped and ground against the stripper's pole and more impressed by the confusion and look she gave him to check his agreement when Jamie had asked for a private show. He knew he had trained her well and her loyalty to him was incredible but in his own changing attitudes this was to be a test for him as well, seeing her one on one with someone else. It was the fear that Shelly had instilled in him that he needed to overcome, so that Calliope didn't have to continue to live with the consequences of someone else's misdeeds. He needed to trust her as completely as he expected her to trust him.

Jamie too needed to learn to be dominant, to not bend in want he wanted and expected from a little girl or they would walk all over him, especially those that had known him as a playmate. If he wanted to remain with this family and grow up into a loving Daddy he would have to start making some hard choices and decisions in how he treated the girls. This evening would test all three of them in different ways.

The second song ended and Padraic dimmed the music a little settling back to watch how the scene played out. He watched as Jamie waved her over to him and Calliope slowly descended the stairs walking toward him. Jamie pulled her to his lap and she began the sensual lap dance that she had given earlier. Padraic could not hear what was being said but he knew how the conversation would go and what would happen. He sipped his beer and watched the pair avidly.

Jamie took Calliope's hand pulling her to his lap making her straddle his thighs. "Dance just for me pretty, baby," He murmured into her ear and stroked her cheek as he looked into her startling green eyes. He had dreamed of being able to dominate Calliope since first meeting her and while strict parameters had been set on what he could do, during this scene his cock was almost bursting from his jeans in anticipation.

"I've paid the owner," he tilted his head acknowledging Padraic's presence, "For a full show and blow. I think he is quite looking forward to seeing how you perform for your first paying customer here, little whore." The wicked grin that spread over Jamie's face seemed even more pronounced when the surprise registered on Calliope's face and she turned her head slightly glancing at Padraic. Turning her face back to his Jamie continued, "You know I would never do anything without his full agreement, you are safe with me Callie baby." 




Calliope's New Life Ch. 06



Calliope restarted her dance, his voice held a calming, crooning tone and she knew the truth of his words. Jamie would never go beyond what Padraic allowed, he respected him too much. Realising that being in this playroom was going to be far different than she had ever imagined she reverted back into that girl who used to make her living this way and smiled at Jamie considering if he would be a big tipper or not. She could feel his cock bulging in his jeans and knew this would be some quick money and if she did well enough he may even pay for seconds later in the night.

Even as she let herself revert back to the naïve little whore she used to be, consciously she knew Padraic was watching and if this was what he wanted then she would give him a show too. Slowly she took the school tie off as she gyrated and hung it around Jamie's neck. She popped open the remaining buttons of her blouse letting it hang open without removing it so little flashes of her nipples escaped from time to time as she continued to give him the lap dance of his life.

Stepping back she straightened in her dance and placed a foot up on the armrest of his chair giving him a full view of her naked cunt as she continued to undulate her body thrusting her hips up towards him. He reached out to touch her tempting cunt but she pulled her foot down quickly and bent over waggling a finger at him, "Uh uh uh, no touching the merchandise," she teased. Bending forward she ran her hands down his chest to his jeans beginning to unfasten them as her hips rolled flipping the small skirt as she did so knowing Padraic would see and wanting him to enjoy the show she was giving him.

Jamie's cock sprang into view, long and hard but without the width of the cock she worshiped on a daily basis. She peeked back over her shoulder again at Padraic who was staring at them. Wasting no time she bent her head to kiss the swollen head of Jamie's cock as she tugged the jeans lower to give her full access. 

Jamie placed a hand on her shoulder with force and growled, "On your knees and suck my cock properly, baby." He was beyond aroused but having lived with two sexually voracious women for so many years he knew how to slow himself down and try to pace the action. He moaned loudly as she bobbed her head over his cock and eventually took him balls deep with little gagging. He knew she would be this good and in an effort to pull back the tightening in his belly he growled at her again, "Suck my balls."

Calliope obeyed his commands without thought as she moved from his cock lowering her head to lavish her attentive tongue on his ball sac. She licked in long wide strokes, nibbling at the sensitive skin and sucking his balls into her mouth while fluttering her tongue beneath them. It was all too much for Jamie who caught up in the moment grabbed her by her pigtails pulling her head back and up and he stood menacingly above her. She automatically lowered her jaw and he thrust into her willing mouth, hearing her choke and gag for the first time as he began to fuck her pretty little mouth.

Padraic watched the final minutes of the scene with absolute lust for the girl on her knees taking all she was given by the young man. His own cock was harder than rock but he did not want to steal the scene from the young man who was clearly revelling in every moment of his dominance over the girl. He was torn in his desires, he wanted to use her so badly, to hurt her and make her beg for him to fuck her hard and the pure arousal of watching her used in this way by the young man he was now mentoring. Jamie would make a wonderful Daddy someday but Calliope was his little girl and he found that sharing her in this controlled way had created no sense of jealousy in him. In fact he was more than ever, sure that this was the right choice for her new play room.

Jamie came explosively yelling loudly into the big empty room as Calliope sucked down his cum gulping noisily. He finally let her go pushing her back onto the floor as he sank into the chair behind him. Calliope got back up onto her knees and swiped a finger through a small rivulet of cum that had leaked from her mouth before sucking on the finger as she stared at him with glassy eyes. 

"Good girl," Jamie said softly.

"Thank you, Uncle Jamie," she replied equally softly.

"You better go see to your Daddy now," Jamie said with a hint of regret in his voice at having to send her away but that was the agreement he had made and to have more opportunities like this he would keep to his word. Jamie watched as she gave him an odd look and obediently stood and made her way toward the bar not bothering to retrieve her tie or button her blouse.

Padraic saw her approach him and took a deep breath to try and still his conflicting emotions. He said nothing at first just merely looking her up and down as she stood before him, seemingly unsure of herself. 

"What is it you need, baby whore," he asked gently despite his hard words.

"I need to be fucked like only you can fuck me Daddy, I need to cum. Please Daddy, fuck me hard," she said with a clear strong voice knowing how much he loved her to beg for him. 

"You loved being Daddy's little whore didn't you?" he pulled her from the bar towards the stage, "Sucking another man's cock has made you a horny little slut and now you need your Daddy because one cock just isn't enough for you is it."

"Yes, I mean no, I mean, I don't know what I mean. Please Daddy fuck me hard, only you know how to fuck me so good and make me cum on your cock," she begged him. Picking her up Padraic lay her back on the stage which was at the perfect height for fucking and doubled her legs back over her body and unzipping his pants.

"Fucking insatiable little whore," he said as he drove into her cunt making her cry out, "No wonder Daddy needs help to keep such a cum hungry slut happy." He leaned over her staring into her face as he began to pound into her hard. "Is this what you want? Is this what such a nasty little slut needs? Tell me again!" Padraic's voice had risen.

"Yes, Daddy, Yes! Please fuck me hard, fuck me deep, please make me cum Daddy!" she cried out as each thrust buffeted her small body into the stage surface. "Only you can fuck me just right Daddy!"

Padraic was in heaven he loved it when she called him Daddy. He straightened up letting her legs slide along his chest and lowered a hand to her cunt rolling her clit hard under his thumb. He watched her face as she gasped her eyes wide like saucers. He felt the tell-tale tremors in her legs and pinching her clit hard between his fingers and twisting he roared, "Cum little whore, cum for your Daddy!"

Jamie was mesmerised as he watched and heard all that was happening between Padraic and Calliope. At his command he saw her arch up off the stage and her body spasm as she howled out her orgasm to the room. For his part Padraic had buried himself deeply and Jamie could tell he too was cumming. He knew in that moment, more than ever that being a Dominant was truly what he wanted.



Calliope's New Life



Calliope fixed her hair in the style he said he would prefer and put on a small amount of natural looking make up. She looked in the mirror and laughed, this was the most grown up thing she had worn in days!

They had driven to the doctor's surgery chatting happily, and Padraic was greeted like an old friend when they arrived. In fact, he was an old friend and was welcomed into the exam room with Calliope. She was fondled, prodded and poked as Padraic watched on interestedly. She lay on the table with her heels touching her bottom and her knees spread wide as she blushed through her first pelvic exam and pap smear, closing her eyes as the speculum entered her and was screwed widely apart. They discussed her need for better birth control with Padraic's input and settled on Depo Provera, a three monthly injection, that would allay any fears of unwanted pregnancy as long as they kept their appointments.

She had been pronounced a healthy young woman and Padraic had been congratulated on his new relationship before they left to go shopping in a home and housing centre than held a myriad of stores that were specific to decorating all rooms of the home. Calliope's typically teenage choices of loud garish colours and style did not impress Padraic who frowned at her often, and she was on the count of two for talking back to him in the store before he found something that they both could live with and enjoy. He could have, he realised, just chosen for her as in the majority of their relationship, but he wanted her to feel like her bedroom was her own space, that she had input into designing to some degree if only in the colour scheme and accessories.

The muted greens, blues and purples of a peacock coloured bedding set, lent themselves to the harsher darker jungle type themes she had favoured while still being bright and light lending them selves to the fairytale kingdom style he had wanted her to adopt. Shopping with Calliope was a struggle for Padraic. He wondered if perhaps it was too soon to give her this much freedom of choice in their purchases.

They had entered a lighting store in search of a bedside lamp to match the bedding and curtains when Padraic finally reached the count of three. Callie had offhandedly dismissed one of his suggestions and turned her back to him rudely to look at a different display, she had gasped as she heard the number. "You seem to forget who is in control here, young lady, and I will be only too happy to remind you of that fact," he threatened. "You may point out what you like from this point on, but you may no longer choose if you are going to be such a spoilt brat!" Padraic had said through gritted teeth. "We will talk about this more when we get home," he growled.

Calliope looked as if she was about to argue with Padraic again, her back stiffened and her eyes narrowed, so he cut her off before she could start, "It seems I have been far too lenient this week with you, little girl," he turned his back and went back to the lamp he had originally pointed out to her and she reluctantly followed him pouting. Seeing the pout he growled under his breath, "Don't push me, Callie." 

"But Paddy," Calliope started to protest.

Padraic grabbed her arm roughly and marched her to a corner of the store. He growled, "If you move from this spot, the punishment will be much worse." His tone brooked no argument, and he left her standing there as he shopped for a lamp he thought they both would like. 

Callie fidgeted nervously glancing around at the other shoppers as she stood in the corner of the store her face flaming with humiliation. Taking his time to purchase a lamp Padraic retrieved Calliope and walked her from the store holding her hand tightly. Padraic was angry surprisingly not with Calliope as much as with himself. He reminded himself again that she was new to his world and his rules. She did not seek him out as Shelly had, knowing the full extent of the type of relationship he sought. Calliope needed more time to adjust and understand his rules applied everywhere, not just at home. Though his anger had mainly turned inward, he frowned down at her letting her know she had done the wrong thing.

They walked out to the car park and Padraic popped the boot loading their purchases into it. "Now, my girl, I had more shopping planned while we were out but after your behaviour," Padraic shook his head as if considering her. Turning to look back down on Calliope, he said, "We can go home now, and you can face your punishment immediately, or you can kiss me and apologise and promise to be a good girl for the rest of the day. This might very well be your last chance to make a choice today so choose carefully." Padraic mouth curved into a smirk.

Callie tilted her face up in surprise at his words and almost leapt into his arms peppering his face with kisses as she apologised for forgetting the rules and promising to be the best girl ever. Padraic laughed and held her tightly uncaring as other shoppers looked in their direction. Finally he put her down, and they walked back into the shopping centre.

For the rest of the day, Calliope was the perfect girl for Padraic, remembering her manners at all times. Stopping briefly for lunch they bought everything they needed to redecorate her room as well as doing some grocery shopping on the way home. He no longer gave her a choice from a range of things on the shelves; instead he held up two or three items that he preferred and let her choose from those whether for her room or with the groceries he bought. Creating a new understanding for both of them, Padraic wanted her to feel as if she belonged in his house and by his side, but she also needed to realise he was always in control at the same time. It was a delicate balance and one they both needed to compromise and work at.

It had been a rocky two weeks, but Padraic admitted Calliope had done well to accept so much of what would be her role in the new relationship he brought to her life. He constantly needed to remind himself of her naivety where his lifestyle was concerned as his past girls had all come to him with knowledge from within the lifestyle. He also realised after today that he would need to be gruff and extremely controlling for a while longer, until her place was firmly entrenched in everything she did. Only then could he relax his guard and rely on her not to push his rules.

His desire to be her authority figure, her hero, her everything, as a Daddy should be to a little girl drove his thoughts as they pulled into the driveway of their home, late that afternoon. Leaving all of the groceries and shopping in the car he took Calliope inside and into her bedroom, "This is not a game, Calliope," Padraic said seriously. "This is our life together. I am the Daddy, you are the little girl, and while you may have thought of it as a game when you called me Daddy all the time you have had time to understand that we have a unique relationship, but a relationship all the same, built on love and trust."

Calliope looked up at him not quite understanding what he was getting at. "I am sorry I was naughty this morning, I won't do it again," she tried to placate him.

Padraic frowned at her apology, "It is not enough to be sorry, Callie. You need to start showing me you understand what we have is real and not a game. You need to understand and accept how much I love you and want to look after you. You need to show me you will follow the rules because you want to, not just because you have no choice." He looked at her thoughtfully, "I have been too lenient and realise you do not truly understand the rules and consequences of breaking them. You will stay in your room tonight and think about it." He turned abruptly and walked out to unpack the car leaving her staring after him.

"Fuck!" Calliope yelled at his retreating back, "I was good! I was so good all afternoon!"

Padraic reeled around on her, and grabbed her by the arm marching her down the hallway to the room she had first stayed in when she arrived at his house. "This isn't a game, Calliope! Yes, you were good after I made you stand in the corner of the lighting store, but I shouldn't have to punish and humiliate you like that to gain your obedience. I shouldn't have to punish you, anymore, I don't enjoy it any more than you do." He looked at her and frowned, "You need to know and follow the rules and always be good, not just when I make you. I love you, Calliope, but you will learn that this is not just a game anymore. This is our life, together!" Padraic looked at her sadly as he pushed her into the small room, she was cursing and crying as he spoke over her again, "Think about everything that had happened since I bailed you out of jail, going back is still an option I guess. If you can't follow my rules here," he closed the door and locked it.

As he walked away, he could hear her cursing and crying. He loved her spirit and fire, and he certainly didn't want to break it entirely, but she needed to learn that she belonged to him now. Tomorrow was cleaning day for his gorgeous girl, and he knew there would be more shocks and surprises for her to deal with and he would need her total obedience and trust in him. 

After locking Calliope in the guest room, Padraic had gone to unpack the car starting with the groceries. He took his time putting them all away and started to make a light dinner for them both. Placing her food on the tray he took it into her. She stared at him sullenly as he unlocked and opened her door. Placing the tray on the small table he growled, "Eat your dinner, Calliope." Then he turned and left her again returning to the kitchen, knowing this was the cruellest punishment he could give her and wondered briefly if she would respond the way he wanted or if he would see more of the nasty foul mouthed little whore he had taken in over a week ago.

Calliope heard the key turn in the lock again and looked at the closed door sullenly. "I don't care," she told herself, "People have been leaving me on my own my whole life. This is no different." It was different though. She wanted Padraic to come back, to smile at her and cuddle her and love her. So much had happened in the short time she had been with Padraic, it seemed so much longer that they had been together. She hated disappointing him and the punishments he gave her but more than anything since they had formed their unique relationship she hated when he left her alone or ignored her. It brought back painful memories of the time after her real father's death. 

Calliope eyed the tray of food, she wasn't hungry, but she knew not eating would only get her in more trouble and the punishment last longer. Sighing loudly, she got up and sat at the desk picking at the food and realising she actually was hungry after all. Calliope had finished the meal and curled up on the bed again before Padraic came back. Unlocking the door he looked at her tray noting she had finished all of her dinner and nodded, "Good girl. Bath time, then." He turned and left leaving the door open for her to follow him.

Calliope followed Padraic quietly to the bathroom and stood still as he undressed her and lifted her into the bath. She loved the large triangular shaped spa bath of their shared bathroom, and she stretched out in the warm water relaxing as Padraic went to get her tray and finish cleaning the kitchen.

Calliope was clean, and her skin beginning to prune when Padraic came back in. "I am really sorry," she tried to apologise again.

Padraic frowned at her, "You need to start showing me that you understand what we have Calliope. I love you, but I will not put up with such bad behaviour when we go out." He towelled her dry, led her into her room to and dressed her in her pyjamas. "Now you will have an early night to think about what happened today, and how we can make it better next time we go out," he kissed her forehead and lifted her into her own bed.

Calliope was stunned, and her lips trembled as she asked, "I have to sleep here?" She watched him nod and continued, "All alone?" 

"Yes, my baby," he said softly, "But tomorrow is a new day and we will both start everything fresh, a clean slate for both of us." He tucked her in and left the room, heading back into his own room to read a book before he slept and keep an ear out for her in case she needed him. 

Calliope lay awake for some time after Padraic had left the room. At least when he spanked her for being naughty, she didn't feel as awful as she did right now. She hated been left alone to dwell on her own thoughts of years of loneliness before Padraic made her begin to trust and rely on him. She had been in an unwinnable position when he had first started to train her. Hard and uncompromising he had bent her to his will utterly. As the days went on though, he had shown less of a forceful nature and a more nurturing persona as she began to accept him as and his lifestyle as well as her place within it.

Watching the door, Calliope desperately wanted Padraic to come back and get her, she thought about getting up and going into him as she could see the light shining through their shared bathroom but knowing he was already grumpy stopped her from leaving the bed. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her thoughts just whirled around in her head even faster so she laid there her eyes on the dim light through the bathroom doorway.

Padraic finally closed his book and went to check on Calliope, finding her still awake he walked to her bed and smoothed her hair, "Go to sleep," he murmured softly and sat on the edge of her bed as she closed her eyes.

As he looked down on her and stroked her hair, he almost gave in as she whispered, "I don't wanna be in here all alone, I don't like this bed, can't I sleep in yours, please?"

"No, baby," he whispered still stroking her hair, "Now sleep." Padraic stayed with her until she fell asleep before returning to his own room to sleep himself.