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Padraic and Calliope sat in his study talking about the contract she was to sign. He was going over each detail carefully explaining it to her, so there were no misunderstandings after the last time.
"This part here, I wanted to ask about that this morning," Callie spoke up for the first time in a while. "You don't want me to work?" She questioned.
"Well there is no need," he explained, "I will be paying a generous allowance into your bank account, and I earn more than enough to sustain us, not that I am mega rich or anything, but we don't have to worry about the extra income."
"But if I wanted to work I could?" Her mind was working quickly.
"Well no, I would rather if you didn't, particularly your last line of work," he chuckled. "In reality I do not want someone else imposing on your life, making you work when Daddy wants to play with you. I don't want anyone to tell you what to do or to have any sort of power over you, that is my job now."
"Oh, but going to school or University would be okay?" She looked up at him with probing eyes.
Padraic considered his answer carefully, "Yes because we could negotiate what you did, and the classes you took to make sure the workload would not be too much for either of us to bear. Plus if you went to University with Carl I would still have the control I needed over your interactions there, to keep you safe from all those nasty men who want to get into your pretty panties."
Callie picked up her pencil and scribbled on the contract as she had seen him do when he changed something and added, 'Calliope can go to school with Grandpa if she wants!' Padraic laughed happily and cuddled her close, "Yes she can."
Padraic checked the time on his computer screen, it was getting to be late afternoon and Bea would be here soon, but they had almost finished. So he worked quickly through the final few clauses. "There we go baby, see it doesn't say I own you, it just clearly defines my responsibilities toward you and your responsibilities toward me because our relationship is a little bit different to most peoples. We have obligations and consequences."
Callie grinned, "I will make you some rules too Daddy, like um, Daddy must always cuddle Callie even if she is a little bit naughty."
"We will talk about rules for Daddy," he laughed and hugged her tightly, "Bath time for you baby, it is getting dark and I need to think about something super healthy for dinner after all that ice cream you had today." Callie pulled a face at him, and he squeezed her bottom, "You're not being cheeky are you," he chuckled.
"No, Daddy! It's just that I am not really dirty,' she tried to hedge and smiled sweetly at him.
Padraic smacked her ass and murmured in her ear, "I know exactly what a dirty little girl you are." He chuckled and let his fingers drift between her thighs as he held her. His fingers delved between her wet pussy lips, and he stroked her clit making her squeal in delight. "Such a dirty girl," he murmured as he brought his fingers up to her face and rubbed them on her lip. Callie's little pink tongue snaked out around them, and he smirked, "Just the way Daddy likes his little girl to be."
She smiled sweetly and kissed him. Padraic carried her to the bathroom, helped her undress and ran her bath, squirting in lots of bubbles. "Daddy?" Callie asked quietly. She watched as he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow at her waiting for the question, "Well, it's just that, I like having a Daddy and being little again, I do. But, can I be an adult baby girl sometimes and not have bubbles all the time." Callie chewed her lip before hurrying on, "I mean their fun and all but they aren't meant for a grown up girl's skin and I love some of the different types of bath oils or salts or bombs. Please Daddy, can I have some?"
Padraic watched her, his expression blank as she danced from foot to foot nervously asking him for the small change to her bath time routine. He grinned, "Callie after yesterday you know you don't have to be nervous about asking me for the things you want." His grin was infectious, and she smiled up at him as he continued, "Most girls I have known love bubbles if you don't that's okay we will pick up some non-stinky girlie stuff next time we go shopping."
"Thanks Daddy, your the best!" She hugged him tight, and he picked her up and put her in the bath.
"Now clean up while I start dinner I will be back soon," he smiled and closed the door as he left.
Callie lay back in the bath and thought about her day. Being in court had been scary and though she was treated as an adult by the judge and others in the room she found that she didn't want to be like the other women who had been arrested with her. She didn't want to go back to the dancing and the creepy old men and the way she had earned her own money. She liked being looked after and spoilt and loved by Padraic. She was still getting used to exactly what it all meant for her and she found herself happy to be coddled and spoilt and have things done for her while maintaining a cute sexiness that made her Daddy look her with a deep desire.
'Yes,' Callie thought to herself, 'I am happy.' She giggled and splashed water peering through the bubbles at her freshly shaved bald pussy and smooth legs. She had never had so many baths in her entire life as she had taken in the last week and she called out loudly, "Daddy! I am getting old and wrinkly in here!"
A minute later he opened the door smiling, "And what's wrong with old and wrinkly," one eyebrow shot up and he looked at her.
She giggled, "It's very handsome for a Daddy, but girls aren't supposed to be old and wrinkly," she held up her hand for him to see her pruned up fingers.
"Okay baby out you come, then," Padraic picked her up wrapping a towel around her and drying her down walked with her to the bedroom. Placing her on her feet and grinning as he watched her Padraic stepped out of her line of vision. There was an enormous box tied with a pretty ribbon on her bed and her eyes lit up.
"A present? Can I open it now?" Callie's voice was hushed with excitement and she wriggled itching to tear the bulky box open. She was mindful of Daddy's rules though and she wasn't actually sure about present etiquette.
"It's not from me, so I don't know," his face was split by his wide smile as he watched her edge further toward the box before looking up at him in surprise. Padraic burst out laughing, and tightened the towel around her chest letting it hang like a fluffy dress, "Stay right there."
He disappeared out the door, and Callie lifted her hand to the bow on the present, snatching it back as she heard voices approaching. The tall rounded figure of Mama Bea crowded Callie's doorway, "Go away Paddy let me help her get all dressed up, trust me, you will love it."
Callie could hear Padraic grumble and his footsteps walk away from the room. "Look at you precious, all clean and smelling like roses," Bea beamed at Callie. 'Now lets open your surprise," she winked and added, "It will be a lovely surprise for your Daddy too."
Callie pounced on the present and pulled the ribbon loose. Discarding the lid she pulled apart tissue paper to reveal a sequinned and embroidered corset style top with spaghetti straps. She picked it up from the box and a skirt held wide by several stiff petticoats appeared. It was like a ballet dancer's costume all done in a myriad of pale pastel colours. Mama moved forward and unzipped the dress pulling it over Callie's head and pulling her towel away in the same swift movement.
Callie couldn't help swing her hips and feeling the skirt swish around her thighs as Mama scolded her softly to stand still while she did the zip back up. Once she was free, Callie wriggled and danced around. "I can see your bare bottom when you swing around like that come back over here and put some panties on before I smack it," Bea laughed and Callie blushed holding the skirt down.
Callie took the matching frilly panties from Bea and wiggled into them. "Thank you Mama Bea," Callie said softly, "It's lovely." She smoothed her hands over the fluffy skirt and swayed her hips. "It's beautiful I feel like a fairy princess. I love it," she grinned.
Bea gathered the girl into her arms and cuddled her close, "You're such a sweet girl. You're Daddy is very lucky." Pulling Callie into her large comfy lap Bea gave Callie faux ballet shoes which she slipped onto her feet. "Would you like me to help you with your hair?" Bea asked with a smile.
"Can you make it like a princess's hair?" Callie looked up at her not actually knowing what princess hair looked like herself.
"Let's see what we can do," Bea sat the girl before the dressing table and picked up a brush. Within minutes, her hair was softly pulled back on the sides and tied with a ribbon which hung down her back with the rest of her hair. "There you go princess, wait here, I will go find your Daddy before he gets cranky and comes looking for us," Bea kissed the top of her head and left the room, but before she could close the door, Padraic was there standing there still grumbling.
"Daddy!" Callie squealed, "Look I am a princess!" And she twirled around the room once before twirling into his arms.
"Of course you are baby. You're always a princess to me," he grinned at her, "You look decidedly regal." He picked her up, "and," he murmured in her ear, "absolutely adorable." Padraic kissed her deep and long. "Now time for my surprise," he grinned. "A few friends have come by to congratulate us on the good job we did today, Grandpa Carl is here and Uncle Odin from the toy shop."
Callie eyes went wide, she was suddenly nervous as the murmur that had been in the background registered in her brain. Anxious about meeting Padraic's friends Callie tightened her arms about him as he walked up the hallway. As they walked through the living room to the back deck where people had gathered on comfy chairs and couches Callie hid her face in his neck, shyly.
A week ago, the brash and uncaring Calliope would have strutted into the room and sized the people up in a glance, but she felt different now. She had no colourful hair to hind behind. She didn't have slutty clothes to draw their attention from her eyes either. She felt exposed and imagined people would look into her eyes and see how small and vulnerable she felt.
