Chapter 15 - Callahan

If you don't have any tools, just use your hand.

I sat in a chair next to her bed all night, watching her fight her drug-induced sleep. I'd been given a little time to toss my belongings in my new room attached to hers, but then they dropped me into my duties and left. I'd lost the fight.

As she slept, I had hours to think about things. If I wasn't careful, I'd end up telling her everything. A Young Lady and her Daddy were supposed to bond, like an actual father and daughter. That was why we were paired with eight-year-old children. Not... 18 year old brats.

18-year-old beautiful brats.

I had to force the inappropriate thoughts back and focus on the more difficult things, like not confessing everything to her the moment I felt vulnerable. I couldn't let myself get close to her. I knew Eleanor, and how she used her innocent look to manipulate everyone around her. I wasn't going to let that happen. I had to make her hate me even more.

Morning came and I took the time to shower, change, and brush my teeth. I'd have to take a nap later, while she was at school. She only had a few weeks left before the official courses were over.

A shrill scream pulled me from unpacking my things in my room to run to Eleanor's. She stood in front of her bed, screaming wildly.

"What is your problem?" I demanded, going to her.

"I hate you!"

Good. Stay that way.

"Get dressed. We have a schedule to keep," I said instead. Her face twitched as she tried to decide what to say, but finally, she let out a huff and stormed into her private bathroom to shower.

I waited for her in the hall. She stepped out after taking as long as she possibly could without making us late, and we headed to breakfast. She hurried to her friends and glanced back to glare at me,, telling me to stay away. I nodded and went to find the other Daddies. I was one of them now.

"Welcome to the crew, Callahan." Rudy, Pearl's Daddy, welcomed me. I made eye contact with all of them, my expression cold. Silent words were exchanged.

I knew their secret, and if they didn't treat me with absolute respect, I'd reveal exactly what they'd been planning to do to Eleanor.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Can I step past you to get some coffee?"

They moved to let me through and then I joined their line to sip our caffeine and wait to escort our Young Ladies to the next stop.

They entered the cafeteria, and I watched as Eleanor stomped to her table and glared at me. Her friends were looking too, staring in confusion and whispering frantically. Eleanor's face was turning red from anger. It amused me to no end. She was already mad but she had no idea how bad things were.

She moved seats to face away from me and I decided it was time to go and introduce myself and my new status.

"Are you leaving us?" Olive asked her just as I came upbehindthe group.

"No." I placed my hand on Eleanor's shoulder and she flinched away. "Eleanor is staying here with all the other Young Ladies. She's been reassigned to me."

"Don't touch me." She brushed me off.

I laughed and returned to the other Daddies to watch the girl's reactions. I wasn't disappointed. The table was going wild, all while Eleanor sat there, sulking. She turned her head and I nodded, trying not to laugh at her. She stuck her middle finger up at me.

The Daddies around me shook their heads and snickered.

"Can't let her get away with that," one of them said. Eleanor did it again, and I took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. I wanted her to hate me, but she needed to respect me publicly.

"I don't care what they want," she announced loudly, and stood up, having barely eaten. She took her tray to the trash and made a point to pass by me and the other Daddies. She paused by me, and her eyes were full of a rage that I found incredibly attractive. She truly was a brat."I'll never call him by his title."

She stormed out and I had no choice but to follow.

"Hey! Where are you going, Young Lady?"

"I'm going to find somewhere to hide from you. We don't need to be together all the time."

"You know the rules, Eleanor. If you are in public, you need an escort. It's unsafe." I reached for her, catching her elbow.

"What do you think will happen? All the baddies are above us. No one's going to hurt me here."

My mood shifted.

If only she knew.

"Baddies are everywhere. Eleanor, this isn't ideal for either of us, but we have to get over it. I'm your Daddy, and you're my Young Lady. You need to respect me and call me by my title."

"Like hell. I'd rather be ripped in half by crawlies and fed to the creepies than call you anything other than Callahan. Leave me alone, and I'll do the same to you." She poked my chest and stormed to her quarters.

I followed behind, slower, letting her throw the tantrum she needed to. I punched in the code I'd been given last night to enter her quarters, and watched the door slide up and allow me entrance. Just as I'd suspected, she'd tossed herself onto her bed and was sobbing into the pillows.

"I don't appreciate you acting like that in public, Eleanor."

She sat up. "Like what? Like I'm upset? Like I'm angry?"

"Like a child."

"A child?" She scoffed and slid off the bed. She stormed across the room and shoved my chest, forcing me back. "A child? That's just it. I'm not. I don't need anyone watching over me, and even if I did, I certainly wouldn't want it to be you."

"I can do the job just as well as anyone else. I was top in my class. Even higher than your boyfriend. Milton was just a pretty face." It felt good to admit it out loud.

"Don't speak his name." Tears filled her eyes.

"Why? He was my best friend. Do you want to know the truth? He was going to fuck you and toss you away." Again, another truth.

"Th-that's not true."

Nothing Milton ever told her was true. Would I have to be the one to tell her all of it? After the stunt in the cafeteria, I looked forward to it.

"Oh yes, it is." I gently pushed her shoulders to get her to step back. "He didn't care about you. He couldn't. Milton had no feelings."

"Stop talking like he's dead! You're just jealous because no one could ever like you as much as they liked him. You're an ass, and you'll never be my Daddy!" The level of shrillness in her voice was going to make my ears bleed. How could she love a monster like Milton? I couldn't take it anymore.

I snatched her up and took her to her bed. She kicked and screamed but I kept my hold on her tight as I tossed her over my lap like she was a rag doll.

"You know what?" I lifted her dress, revealing her pink, lacy panties. "The warden warned me you'd be a little brat and told me to treat you exactly as I would if we'd been assigned to each other earlier. I don't think time-outs are going to work with you, Eleanor."

"What are you doing?" She tried to reach back but I swatted her away. I raised my arm, and then brought it down, spanking her.

She screamed.

"Stop! Callahan!"

"That's not my name," he growled.

"I'm not saying it."

"Fine." I spanked her again. She stopped crying and screaming. I almost laughed. I knew her games. She was going to try to get me to break, but I wasn't giving up that easily. I wasn't stopping until she understood that I wasn't the monster.

Milton was.

I spanked her again, and when she didn't react, my anger grew. Fine. She wanted to play games? I hooked the sides of her panties and dragged them down her bottom, leaving them at her knees.

"No!" She squirmed.

"You want to act like a brat, you'll be treated like one. What's my name?"

"Callahan."

Smack!

The collision of skin on skin hurt ten times more than without the thin layer of cotton to shield her behind. She sobbed.

I asked again.

She answered, "Callahan."

Over and over, I asked her the same question and spanked her when she answered wrong.

"Your skin is turning purple," I warned.

I ran my hand over the bruises, starting at the dip in her back, and traveling down. My cock began to harden, thinking about just how dangerous this was... my fingers paused right at the place that would take this punishment to something else, something... bad. I pulled back, realizing what was happening.

What was going on? How did I let my anger get this far? When had her panties been pushed down? Why was I close to…

"What is my name?" I asked one last time. The words coming out of my mouth weren't mine. They were some other beasts entirely.

She lifted her head, preparing for another spanking. I raised my hand and her head fell in defeat.

"Daddy."