Summoning Daddy

Summoning Daddy

Cendrillon1996

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As the tittles says, I summoned him, expecting to be loved, worshipped, taken care of. What I received was a spanking to my bum and a scolding for my attempts. But I did win a daddy, a really strict one that I would always choose no matter what. This is our story. Warning this is a cgl story, filled with fluff.

Chapter 1 No.1

-Summoning

Calesti POV.

"I Calesti summon you," I say standing on top of the star I have drawn on the floor, trying to focus my full attention and power on the circle.

"Come on, come on," I say to myself, forgetting my chant, I need to stay in the protection circle, I can't move or I'd be killed there, I'm trying to summon a demon if that isn't clear yet.

"I order you to come," I say again, trying to sound firm, I'm not summoning Lucifer, I would never try to summon the lord of darkness, he'd eat my soul, what I want is a demon, a not so high demon, I need my protection spells to keep me safe, I need to be able to banish him too.

"You will obey me," I say putting more force into my words, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm Calesti, as you could guess, and I'm a witch!

"You will hold no harm to me," I say, I don't want to summon a demon who could kill me, why am I trying to summon one? Well, I'm lonely, how else do you expect a lone witch to find someone to hold her and be there with her. Most people would try to kill me, burn me on the stake, once they know what I'm for real, a witch, run, as if I'd ever hurt anyone, I can't hurt anyone, I'm not that strong either.

"You will hold me, take care of me," I keep on chanting, the reason I'm doing this is to get someone to take care of me, I'm a little, and that's exactly what I'm.

Someone who regresses in age to a much younger headspace, I'll be and act, and think like a small baby, when I'm in my little headspace I tend to be a big trouble maker, with my powers, it's even worse. I can get candy from all over the house, I can make my toys dance and play with me.

And it gets even worse when I'm back in my big headspace, I have a mess to clean, and I have a tummy ache and headache. I needed someone to take care of me when I'm vulnerable, someone to put me in bed, someone to make sure I eat, but I also need someone to hold me, I want to be held and loved.

"You will be my daddy," I say, I need to be very specific while trying to cast a spell if I don't, they would twist my words, they would make me their slave, or they'd kill me, and I'm worried about all of those.

"You'll take good care of me, no harm should touch me," I say warning him, I don't want to be hurt, not anyway.

"I Calesti cast this spell," I say ending my spell still standing in my circle of protection, looking at the star, it's where my demon should appear, but there was no one, making me pout, why is there no one there, maybe hell is messing with me, maybe they just need some extra time.

"Come on, come on," I say looking at the star, I sat down on the floor afraid of leaving my circle of protection yet.

I sat for a minute, then five, then ten, but no one came, I was afraid of leaving the circle, I'm not a well-trained witch, my parents didn't die, nope, I wish they did, my parents didn't care enough about me to train me.

They were self-centred jerks, who only loved themselves, I took the chance and left their house, I got my own place, they could afford it, and they pay for me to live here all alone, away from them, where I won't have to hear their words or endure their neglect. I stayed in my circle, waiting and waiting, I closed my eyes, and in the end, I guess I have called asleep on the hard cold floor, I never know when it's time to get up and when it's safe for me to get out of my circle if I leave too quickly the dark forces of hell could touch, I could fall sick or become a slave to Lucifer, not that I think that's so bad, I always loved the dark lord.

I woke up with aching bones due to sleeping on the floor, I tried to get up, but it was hard, I had to push myself up slowly, trying to stretch my sore body, any kind of spells would make me feel tired, weak, and sick, I needed the sleep, I needed the rest, I always do.

I did a small summoning, this time instead of trying to get a demon from hell, I summoned a cola from the fridge, that wasn't that hard, I need the sugar.

When I was done with it, I left the circle, I'm sure it's safe to move now, I left the circle, getting ready for real bed this time, these stupid summoning spells could only be done after midnight. I moved to my bed ready to sleep, that's when I heard some kind of noise around my place, afraid I turned all the lights on, I'm afraid of the dark.

I kept looking around trying to see who was here, I never did a summoning spell this big, maybe I'm still tired, that's why I'm hearing things out.

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