Page 30 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“What else would you like me to do for you?” I drank a sip of coffee, observing her. It would be so much easier if she’d tell me.

“Would you pick out my outfit and dress me? I bought some practical underwear choices and some pretty glittery leggings. In a few months the skirts can be worn without them but I was cold when we were walking around.”

“Of course, babygirl. I’d be more than happy to get you dressed. I’ll style your gorgeous hair. You can also wear warm clothes and bring your skirt to wherever we are going or maybe wear an insulated pair of leggings. They have a lining on the inside,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Lined leggings? Why the heck didn’t I know about those? They would work fabulously, Daddy. Yes, please.”

We finished our breakfast, keeping the conversation light while walking to my room. I had emptied a few drawers in my dresser plus a section in my closet for Charlee to keep some things at my house. I’d also added a few extra pieces when she wasn’t looking, hoping they would make her happy. I’d had Haven go to the gift shop yesterday and pick up the leggings we’d been discussing plus more clothing.

Tugging a long-sleeve graphic tee-shirt in royal blue with light blue lettering, “Daddy’s Drama Queen” out of the drawer, I set it on the bed along with a pair of black leggings. Stepping to my closet I grabbed the matching fluffy tutu skirt and chunky Mary Janes from their spots. Doting on Charlee was quickly becoming my favorite way to spend time. I walked back to see her on my bed, curled around the tee-shirt tracing the letters with her fingers.

“Oh, Daddy. It’s perfect. This outfit is perfect. When did you find the time to get it? We’ve been like attached at the hip.”

“I may have had some extra helping hands. Let’s get you dressed, starlet. Despite the message on your clothes, no drama today.”

“Helping hands? Who helped you?” She raised her arms over her head as I stripped off her flimsy sleep tank.

“Haven thought it would be hilarious to put salt in my coffee instead of sugar. It was completely harmless, but not very nice. I made her run errands for me. One of those tasks was to send me pictures of every single theater-branded item in the gift shop. I picked which pretty items I wanted for you.”

“You didn’t! Every single theater-themed gift? That must have taken Haven a long time.” Charlee’s eyes were wide as saucers.

“Oh, yes I did. It took Haven about two hours. Anyhow, she didn’t put salt in her Daddy’s coffee. Nope, just mine.” It had actually been very clever but Haven normally didn’t poke at me. I had wondered exactly why she had done it and could only surmise that she wanted to see how I’d respond. It made me a bit worried that she’d report back to my girl. Or Charlee had asked her friend to do something. Testing the waters was never a good sign. I lowered Charlee’s pajama bottoms to her thighs and off, repeating the process with her panties until she was naked. Since I’d been helping her drop into her Little mindset, I didn’t dawdle. Though I very much wanted to kiss the lips between her thighs, I tasked myself with carefully dressing her. In addition to the new outfit I’d also requested pink panties with a small bow in a plainer style than the cheeky lace ones she usually wore and a camisole instead of a bra.

“My goodness,” she said in awe. “Haven hasn’t pulled such a stunt before! I mean that’s not a typical thing, right?”

“No, she hasn’t acted like that. At least not in a long time. Sometimes Haven pokes me hard enough to get a swat. I’ve never delivered a full spanking. Whatever antics she pulls are always in front of Colt. Anyhow, it’s a bit unusual. Don’t you think so?”

“That does sound unusual, Daddy,” she agreed.

“Do you know any reason why Haven might do something so silly?”

“Me? You think I might know? Why do you think I would know about Haven and her antics regarding your coffee?” Charlee exaggerated her hand motions as she asked.

“Are you lying to Daddy?”

She blinked several times. “Me? Lying to my Daddy? Why on earth would I choose to do something like be dishonest to my Daddy, to whom I have made a solemn promise to be completely open and honest with in regards to all things at all times?”

Her tone screamed knowledge of said prank, but she needed to come clean.

“You are living up to that tee-shirt, starlet. I’m going to give you one chance to think about your answer and try again.” I watched her mull over my words. Since she didn’t seem to want to clarify yet, I put a pretty navy ankle sock on each foot and buckled her Mary Janes. Charlee grinned as she admired the new shoes.

“Perhaps Haven is super comfortable around you, Daddy. Or maybe she needed some extra reassurance or something that day. Hmmm? Maybe it was just a fun morning idea?”

“Is that your final answer, starlet?” I picked up the ornate wooden hair brush along with elastics for her hair.

Charlee eyed the hairbrush, probably thinking that I could use it on her bottom instead of her head.

“I apologize, Daddy. I did not lie exactly. However, I believe I may have stretched the truth.”

Her words were ridiculous but her tone was even more dramatic. “Stretching the truth is distorting or embellishing the truth, Charlene. Do not do it again. Out with it.” I motioned for her to get on with the explanation.

“Are you going to punish me?”

“Yes, and we’ll get to that in a minute. I don’t think you were trying to upset me, but if you start skirting the rules, it will be harder to get you back on track and keep you on track.”

Charlee pouted. I knew she believed in honesty and would never intentionally lie as we had spoken about it more than once. However, it was important for her to answer me when I asked her a direct question without dodging the heart of it.

“I’m really sorry, Daddy. That wasn’t my intention. I do happen to know why Haven poked at you.”

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