The Daddy Dom

Part 34:

The weather promised to wrap another day in the gentle heatwave that had arrived in the countryside when Charlotte first arrived at the house. He felt extraordinarily aware of the fact that Charlotte's lack of access to the 'outside world' that lay beyond the property might negatively impact her character, and was intent on engaging her in the garden whenever possible. Luckily, in light of the current temperature, the vegetable patches were in the habit of demanding tasks such as a watering and weeding, the pond needed to be tended, the barbecue inspired dinners, and of course the little pool beckoned seductively when the sun was high in the sky.

After breakfast - with Charlotte still smiling over her prospective little friend - he sent her upstairs to dress for an outdoor paint job. He intended to convert the brown, little shed beside the house which currently held the gardening tools and sports gear, into a comfortable creamy white colour. These little tasks seemed to him to play a very relevant role in the upholding of Charlotte's sanity as she became accustomed to her new lifestyle. After all, it is impossible to survive on love alone.

When Charlotte had gone upstairs to upstairs to change he cleared the table, imagining her honey-tinted body, with the pale negative imagine of her rudimentary swimsuit patterned against her light tan, discarding her clothes onto the bed. Absentmindedly he considered following her to offer some sort of 'help', but decided against it. He still felt it unseemly and detrimental to his objectives to display any hurry in 'acquainting' himself fully with his little girl. Instead, he quickly finished cleaning the kitchen and went out into the garden to fetch the canvas and paint cans.

Although it was still early, they could already feel the build up of the pungent but healthy heat, which hung around them like summer haze as they varnished and painted the small shed. Music played softly in the background and he noticed with pleasure the rhythmic movements with which Charlotte applied herself to the painting of the frame, which ran along the grass. She was musical and apple-sweet, a velvet hair ribbon tucked into a loose and very full ponytail.

During a short break he stooped down to offer her some water, which she gulped down thirstily. And then, with an infantile gesture that carried more charm than any caress, little Charlotte wiped her lips against his shoulder, making his insides swell with pleasure.