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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where the hell are we?" Callie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Padraic shut off the water not wanting to waste a load of cum now that he had a little whore to give it to. He smirked as he dressed casually in loose jeans and a soft T shirt and grinned to himself, 'My very own little hooker.' He went to wake her up.

He opened the door quietly. She was still asleep and he sat on the bed softly, watching her. "Calliope," he whispered, "Come on, little girl, time to get up. You won't sleep tonight."

She stirred, "Shi, what time is it?"

"Time to get up," he reiterated in a sterner voice.

"Fuck off," she buried her head under the covers.

His hand crashed down on her bum and she squealed, "Hey, what do you think you're doing asshole?"

Padraic stalked from the room, coming back a minute later with soap in his hand, lifting her head by the hair. She opened her mouth to scream and he filled it with soap. "This is your last warning, little girl. If you continue to have a filthy potty mouth, I will use it as such and you will not like that at all. Trust me."

Callie's eyes went wide with recognition as she woke properly, vivid images of her bath and attempt to seduce him playing in her mind. She nodded her understanding and he withdrew his hand allowing her to spit the soap out.

"Good girl. Now up you get, sleepy head," Padraic smirked.

Callie sat up and rubbed her eyes still spitting frothy soap chips from her mouth.

Padraic stood and waited for her at the door holding it open. Callie swung her legs from the bed and walked sullenly toward him. Taking her arm, he led her to the bathroom. Pushing her in, he turned his back and spoke over his shoulder, "Do what you need and tie that hair back. It looks dreadful that colour. I am taking you to have it fixed tomorrow."

"But I like my hair the way it is," Callie said sullenly as she sat with relief on the toilet. He turned to watch her as she still sat on the toilet and saw the flame of humiliation seep into her face. "Do you have to...?" Callie said sullenly cutting off the nasty name she wanted to call him with difficulty.

Padraic chuckled, "You bump and grind and fuck anyone that can pay the price and you act all pure and innocent here with your Uncle Paddy? I can pay. How much do you want to watch you pee, little hooker?" He was enjoying her humiliation immensely, knowing it eroded the small bravado she had had since he picked her up from the police station.

Callie dropped her head biting back all the angry words that threatened to bubble free, instead she murmured, "You don't even know me." She finished and walked stiff backed to the basin to wash her hands. Turning to leave she heard him clear his throat and went back to put her hair up in a pony tail.

"Better," Padraic smirked, 'Training this girl is going to be fun,' he mused. Taking her arm again as she approached him, he led her to his study and had her sit in an oversized chair that dwarfed her and making her seem even more like a little girl.

Padraic sat on the far side of his large desk, "I have read the police report but I would like to hear your version of what happened prior to your arrest last night. It's time to be honest with me, Calliope. If you want my help, you will tell me what I need to know and be careful about that potty mouth of yours. My threat earlier was real."

Callie told him all of it her head dropping lower and the crimson flush in her face turning deeper as she went through every detail at his prompting, including her history with the men and other clients and how she ended up working as a stripper and part time prostitute in the first place.

"As I see it you have three choices, you can runaway from here in which case I will call the police and tell them you jumped bail and a warrant for your arrest will be issued immediately. Most likely you will become the jail bitch for a huge dyke called Bertha who will make you suck her saggy tits like a baby because you are so tiny and cute," Padraic let his words sink in watching her face carefully as she showed shock and fear.

Padraic shrugged easily, "Or you can live here until the hearing, look after yourself, hire your own lawyer, hope for the best and probably ending up being Bertha's baby bitch eventually anyway, but with a lighter sentence maybe." Again he watched her carefully and smiled as he saw the resignation in the slump of her shoulders.

"The final option," Padraic began, "Is that you can trust me to look after everything for you. I am quite a good lawyer and I can fix this for you. But it will mean that you will stay here with me and follow all of my rules not only until the hearing, but for a year of the good behaviour bond you will probably receive from the sentencing hearing instead of going to jail."

Callie looked up at him a glimmer of hope flaring after the awful visions of a dyke named Bertha trying to breast feed her played through her mind. Fucking this old man occasionally didn't seem such a bad trade off for her freedom. Shit, she did enough old men at the club to know what she was in for. "Okay," she said carefully, "I will follow your rules. What are they?"

"It won't be that easy, Callie. I will want you to sign a contract naming me your guardian of sorts for the term of thirteen months with a provision to extend it should that be needed." Gathering some papers he moved around his desk and stood before her leaning back against the polished wood.

Callie's brow furrowed, "A guardian of sorts?"

"I would be your guardian and make the big decisions for you, like your father would have when he was alive. For want of a better word I would be your Daddy for a year instead of your Uncle Paddy," he grinned at her, "It's not such a stretch from Paddy to Daddy." Padraic handed her a piece of paper, "Here are Daddy's rules. Take your time and read them carefully."

Callie took the piece of paper scanning it, realising this would mean more than just giving him the occasion fuck. She wouldn't be allowed to work. Instead, she would attend training sessions each day. She would have to agree to this training and learn how to please his personal tastes. She lifted her head after reading that, looking at him and wondering what sort of kinky shit the old bastard was into. Basically the document gave him the right to make all the decisions in her life for the next year and she would need to smile and suck it up, doing what he said without question. She would be paid a weekly allowance that would be placed into a high interest saving account that she could claim after the term of the contract. She would be given this in exchange for following his rules and submitting to his training.

She knew this was a better deal than a year with big bertha as a jail bitch plus she had always been able to get her own way with men. She could wear him down once she started understanding what made him tick. All men thought with their cocks she just had to satisfy his and she would be fine. "Okay," Callie said as she handed the piece of paper back, "It beats jail."

He knew she had no idea really what she was signing and that she believed she could manipulate him but he hadn't wanted a little girl of his own this much for a very long time. "You can sign this temporary notice of intent and I will have the official contract drawn up to be signed after your hearing," Padraic said handing her the amended contract he had worked on earlier.

Callie took the contract and pen, "Temporary, just till the hearing?"

Padraic nodded, "With the intent to resign a contract, for one year and one month, once we are sure you will not be incarcerated."

Callie looked up considering him. She was used to selling herself to get what she wanted this was no different really. A few good fucks and he would let her live the life she wanted, she was sure. Callie signed the temporary notice and handed it back.

"Good girl, now you must be hungry. We will have an early dinner and talk about your training."

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They sat in the kitchen together at the bench her legs dangling from the tall stool eating chicken soup with crusty hot bread rolls. Padraic explained that the paper she had signed giving him guardianship of her essentially made him her Daddy now and she would call him that here at home. In public she could call him Paddy as she always had but not uncle anymore. Callie agreed and smiled sweetly trying to win him over, "Yes, Daddy Paddy."

Padraic smiled broadly and went on to outline the house rules in greater depth; where she was allowed to go and where she was forbidden without permission. The main living areas were hers to explore, as well as her bedroom. She was not allowed to leave the house for any reason without express permission. A lady would come in twice a week to do the laundry and clean but she would have light duties on other days.

Her main responsibility this week would be learning Daddy's rules and being a good girl to make him happy. He would train her to know how to make him a happy man, and he in turn would give her the things she wanted, starting with not having to go to jail and a shopping trip after the visit to the hairdresser tomorrow.

Padraic smirked as he saw her eyes light up at the thought of a shopping trip, then he reached out to hold her chin tightly and make her look up at him, "If you break Daddy's rules, Calliope, you will be punished like a naughty little girl should be. You understand that after today, don't you?"

Callie nodded and he lifted her from the stool placing her on her feet. He left her to clean the dinner plates telling her to meet him in the lounge room when she was done. After much banging around and muttering bad words under her breath as she tried to find where everything went in the kitchen, she finally followed him out to the lounge room.

Padraic held his hand out to her, "Come here, Callie," she moved closer and took his outstretched hand. He quickly pulled her to him and bent her over his lap, smacking her ass, "I have very good hearing, Callie and while you are only learning Daddy's rules, we have been over this one three times already today. What did I tell you would happen if you continued to use those filthy words like a potty mouth girl?"

Callie was whimpering and kicking as his hand left its print on her ass again. She didn't remember. She only knew that he didn't want her using those words anymore. "I am sorry," she cried, "I won't do it anymore."

He pushed her from his lap and forced her to her knees between his legs, holding her tightly between his knees making her squirm and whimper louder. Unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock Padraic reached out and grabbed her by her ponytail reefing her head back. "Daddy does not make idle threats, little girl." Standing above her he brought his rapidly growing cock to her parted lips. Watching her face intently, he let a small stream of piss flood her mouth holding her head back by the ponytail as she spluttered and chocked on the hot fluid.

Letting go of his cock, he held her head in place until she finally swallowed then let her fall back to the floor sobbing. She looked up angrily and he raised an eyebrow as if daring her to curse at him again. "You want to have a potty mouth, I will use it like one. Now come and sit like a good girl and watch this movie with me," Padraic kicked off his jeans and sat back down in his boxers.

Sullenly, Callie sat where he had left her and sniffed, the taste in her mouth remaining awfully rancid. Her bottom lip stuck out in a silent pout as her mind raged at him, 'That filthy fucker.' Spanking she could handle, she had a high pain tolerance but piss was another matter entirely. Callie started to think running away and taking her chances on the street was the better option.

Padraic was enchanted by the pouty lips and teary eyes of his little girl and he got up to pick her up and bring her back to sit on his lap. "Daddy doesn't like to punish you, baby, but you need to learn to follow the rules and make me proud." He cuddled her close and stroked her back while pressing play on the DVD.

Callie turned to screen as he held her in his lap, a cute young brunette with pigtails in a similar outfit to what she wore on stage filled the screen. Padraic murmured in her ear, "Her real name is Sasha Grey and she can suck cock better than most porn stars. I want you to watch her carefully so you can learn to swallow Daddy's cock just like her."

Callie squirmed as she watched the small figured girl suck and fuck and take cock in her ass eagerly. She could feel Padraic's cock hard against her ass as she squirmed in her own heat. The movie was turning her on more than she thought possible and she wished Padraic would touch her but he seemed to be watching the movie his arms held loosely about her. His lack of attention to her made her angry in an odd way so in an effort to get his attention she leaned up to kiss him.

Growling he pulled away, "Daddy wants you to watch and learn, baby," he turned her so she faced the screen once again, "Now do as Daddy says." She watched the movie as the heat and need inside her increased. The girl on the screen was now servicing two men, they smacked her and called her names and the fucking became increasingly violent as the girl took all that the men gave her and Callie found herself getting hotter by the vision of it.

As the final scene played out, Padriac ran a hand down her body and cupped her pussy. She was so hot and wet. He smirked to himself and pulled the panties to the side sliding a finger between her folds rubbing up and down her wet slit. Padraic watched her breathing increase to a panting rhythm and her hips started to rock, pulling up trying to making him enter her. He leaned down and murmured into her ear, "Tell Daddy what you want, Callie. Such a hot little girl, you're so wet and needy. Tell Daddy what you need."

The blush filled her face as she looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper, "I can't."

Padraics fingers teased her more one dipping into her tight hole briefly, "This," he smirked, and pushed his finger in again deeper feeling her hips rock up, "and this." She nodded her head her eyes glazing over. He continued to tease her, finger fucking her and rubbing at her clit until she was on the edge and then he stopped. Callie's eyes widened as her hips rolled harder at his hand. "Tell me what you need, Callie," Padraic's voice was insistent, "I can see it but I want to hear you say it. Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you."

Her blushes deepened and she couldn't get the words out, "You were a whore Callie, a nasty little slut for all the men at that club. You don't have to do that for them anymore. You just have to ask Daddy to fuck you." Padraic watched her face as she struggled to admit she was the slut he called her, his fingers started their delving into her again, building until she was on the brink once more.

Callie had never felt so hot in her life. She needed to cum to fuck to do something to release the pent up feelings he gave her. 'Why couldn't he just take me? Why do I have to admit to him that I want it? Oh god,' she thought as he brought her once more to the brink without letting her go over the edge into bliss. "Please," she whimpered, "Please."

"Please what, Callie?" He smirked.

"Please, P P Daddy," she stumbled over his name and her small body squirming over his lap sought the elusive edge of her orgasm.

Padraic pushed his fingers hard and deep within her and curled them forward hitting her g-spot, "Beg Daddy to fuck you, Callie. You know it's what you need," his voice lowered menacingly, "You wont be able to cum unless you beg."

Callie's mind bent to his will. The movie, his teasing fingers, his voice all working on her mind and body until she cried out, "Yes I need it. Please fuck me, Daddy. I want to cum."

The words had barely left her mouth when she was picked up and almost thrown over the small coffee table in front of them. Padraic dropped his boxers and ripped her panties from her with enough force to lift her from the table momentarily. Kneeling behind her, he slapped her ass and entered her thrusting in and out roughly, forcing her tight hole to stretch around his thick cock until he drove all the way in groaning in pleasure.

Callie cried out as he tore her panties from her and entered her roughly. She felt him angle down to enter her and hit the spot that made her legs shake over and over again until her orgasm hit her making her jerk and thrash over the table as he continued to fuck her hard and deep, "Beg me again, you hot little slut. Beg your Daddy to keep fucking you."

Callie cried out and Padraic slapped her ass hard, "Beg, you little whore," his hand landing again between thrusts.

Tears began to roll down her face as he pounded her tight cunt, the slaps spurring her breathless words as she gasped, "Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me."

He slammed into her hard and fast his hand spanking her at the same time until she came again explosively howling into the room, his deep voice growls echoing her howls as he thrust up into her deeply and filled her with his cum. Padraic leaned over her back and kissed her shoulder, "Good baby," he murmured.

Taking his cock from her he sat back on the couch bringing her back to kneel at his feet. Pulling her top from her body he sternly murmured, "Clean Daddy's cock of all your mess, dirty girl." Padraic pushed her head down to his cock and smiled watching her submit to him.
Callie licked out at his cock. She could taste herself on him as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. She lapped at him fluttering tongue and finally wrapped her lips around the head again. His cock was semi soft and she found it easier to take him into her mouth and suckle deeply to its root. Callie pulled her head back sucking hard until the cock fell from her mouth with a loud pop of suction breaking. Lowering her head, she repeated the process working down the shaft and pulling back sucking hard liking the pop as his cock fell from her mouth.

Padraic groaned and his cock began to harden again as she sucked him cleaning every trace of cum from his cock. Pulling her head down further he guided her mouth to his balls, "Clean them too," he growled at her.

Callie wrinkled her nose as he pushed it to his heavy sac and licked out gently at them. "Suck them baby, suck for Daddy," Padraic's voice was low and thick as he gazed down at her pushing his fingers deeper into her hair and holding her in place. Callie parted her lips and suckled the pebbled skin into her mouth, listening to his groans. Pulling her head up by her hair, he again guided her to head of his cock. The rigidity of the flesh had returned and she had to stretch her lips as she opened to take him again her tongue fluttering out.

Pushing down on her head as she gagged, his deep throaty voice reminded her, "Swallow down the gag reflex, baby, swallow hard." Her loud gurgling and gagging filled the room as he forced his way into her throat watching the tears roll down her face as she tried to swallow between gasping breaths. Drool dripped from her chin in long strands as he finally pulled her head from his cock letting her breathe in a large lungful of air while holding her up by her hair.

Pulling her up to him, he made her straddle his thighs and impaled her on his cock. Leaning forward he kissed her teary cheeks and eyes, "No more dancing in clubs or back room spankings, little girl," Padraic looked into her eyes, "You're Daddy's little whore now." He grinned as the blush filled the girls face. Smacking her ass he growled, "You make your Daddy so hard for you. Now fuck me, my slutty little girl."

Callie rose and fell on him, a small smile curling her lips as his words sunk in, 'I make him so hard. Men were so easy, they always thought with their cocks,' she thought and wondered how long it would take until he gave her what she wanted instead of following his rules. She would be his whore, his slut what ever he wanted until the hearing then she would give him her terms of agreement.

Padraic could see her eyes fade as her thoughts took her mind away momentary and the smile that played across her lips. Standing he wrapped her legs around his hips and slammed her against a wall, fucking up into her hard, "Do not think you can win me over so easily little girl? I want to bury my hard cock in your hot little body, not be led around by it," Padraic slammed into her emphasising each phrase as he growled at her through gritted teeth.

Callie cried out as he pounded her, her mind reeling from the realisation that he knew what she was thinking. Dropping her to the floor, he stood menacingly above her and came over her face spurting think ropey strands across her nose and into her open mouth. Padriac leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily looking down at the sex stained mess of a girl. His desire for her not diminishing with his orgasm, he leaned down and picked her up carrying her to the bathroom and stepping into the shower with her.

Padraic gently cleaned Callie's face and body standing her beside him as he passed her a soapy cloth to wash him. Rising off, they stepped from the shower drying themselves on big fluffy towels. Taking her hand he led her back to her bedroom "Unpack now, Callie. I have a few things to do before bedtime," Padraic smiled at her, "Your mother packed your things for you but if she forgot anything we can get it tomorrow when we go shopping."

He walked over and lifted her face to kiss her, "You need to earn every privilege in this house, Calliope," he saw the confusion in her face, "Until you prove to me that I can trust you, you will be under lock down. So much has happened today for both of us. You are not what I expected to find in that police station, as I am sure I am not the person you remember." Padraic kissed her again, "Now unpack, little girl. Daddy will be back soon."

Callie flopped onto the bed as he left listening to the key turning in the lock. 'What have I agreed to?' she wondered. She had learned the hard way that she could and would compromise and even sell herself to get what she wanted, so she would follow his rules until the hearing. Hopefully by then she would have been exactly the girl he wanted and the rules could be negotiated in her favour before she needed to sign the new contract. She got up to start unpacking, her pussy aching from the hard pounding he had given her. The expression 'horny old goat' ran through her mind and she giggled.

Padraic went to get a drink and guzzled down several glasses of water before opening a beer and walking into his study. He downloaded some BDSM Daddy Dominant/little girl information for her to read tomorrow and a couple of erotic stories featuring the relationship for bedtime stories. He was looking forward to training his new little girl As much as he had had other casual relationships over the last couple of years, they always left him wanting that connection and control he had had with his previous girls. To have a perfect little slut fall into his lap like this was too good to be true and he planned to keep her for a very long time.

Closing his computer he smiled. He no longer needed to find sluts, who would debase themselves on cam for him. He had one of his own to use and abuse and she would learn to love it. Tonight had shown him she was trainable, making her beg him to fuck her for the first time. She would beg often. His smile was wide as he thought about the delicious things he could and would do to his little girl.