The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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She bites at her lower lip, realizing her mistake. What sheβs really trying to do is to get me to give her pleasure instead of pain, because sheβs clearly turned-on by the tit-spanking, while the paddle tips over into pain she has to work through. This is something pretty much every bottom tries at some point. Iβm not going to be too harsh with her about it. The delay will only build her anticipation, which is no bad thing.
βOnce Iβve told you what the consequences are, am I going to change my mind?β
She sniffles and shakes her head. βNo, Daddy.β
βThen trying to get me to do something else is one of two things. One, youβre trying to delay the inevitable because youβre enjoying the warm-up. Or, two, youβre questioning Daddyβs right to correct you any way he wants. Which is it, Emmy?β
Sheβs too smart to compound her mistake. βThe first one, Daddy.β
βUh-huh. If you want me to keep doing something, you only have to ask, baby doll. Daddy will decide whether you get more of what you like. But the rest of your paddling is coming, and nothing is going to change that. Trying to negotiate with Daddy is a waste of time. Are you wasting Daddyβs time?β
βNo, Daddy. Iβm sorry, Daddy. I wasnβt being disrespectful.β Her lower lip quivers and fresh tears spill down her temples.
I love seeing her like this. Restrained to my will. Marked by my hand. A little anxious and wholly vulnerable and so, so aroused. It flips every switch. My cockβs straining against my stomach. My bloodβs surging, singing in my ears, even more electrified than when I was running. Thereβs no high better than topping.
I warm her up for several more minutes, until her breasts are stained a glorious sunrise pink. Sheβs clearly loving this part. She writhes and strains against the cuffsβwiggly little thing. Her chest rises to each slap. Her legs thrash on the bed behind me, knees jerking with each impact, hitting me in the back several times, for which she apologizes sweetly. The whole room is perfumed with her bready musk. I donβt need to check to know how wet she is.
After sheβs had long enough to wallow in the pain sheβs enjoying, I pick up the paddle again and without giving her any time to protest, slap it down on her left breast.
She throws her head back. βNooo, Daddy. That hurts sooo much!β
βThatβs not something you get to decide, baby doll. Daddy decides what you can take unless you use your safe word,β I say, confident sheβs nowhere close to her limit. βCount of ten.β
She counts the ten strokes, down across the top of her breast, catching the nipple so it glows red, up the side of her breast as I pinch her nipple with my free hand to stretch the flesh and intensify the sensation. Sheβs howling by five. Straining and bucking so hard by eight that I hold her down for the last two strikes.
βTen, ten, ten,β she pants the number like a mantra, and I know sheβs thinking sheβs done, that Iβll give her a break, let her recover, before the last set.
Instead, I move straight to her right breast, capture her nipple between my two fingers, twist to stretch her skin, and swing the paddle hard against the side of her breast, building the pain even higher.
I expect her to scream. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Her body contracts, bearing down into the bed instead of up, knees slamming up against my sides. While sheβs still absorbing the pain, I slap the side of her breast three times in quick succession. She throws her head back. More of those hoarse screams rip out of her. Her belly works wildly under me and I realize sheβs climaxed again, just from the paddling.
Without asking permission.
It wasnβt intentional. The orgasm was probably as much a surprise to her as it was to me, but sheβs going to have to pay for it later. Iβll hold discipline in reserve, though. I donβt want to confuse it with what weβre doing now, nor overwhelm her during the scene Iβve scheduled.
I bring her down with lighter slaps of the paddle, down the top of her breast, giving her a count of two between each stroke. Her breathing slows and on the eighth stroke, she opens tear-stained eyes. I cup her cheek with my hand as I give her the last two strokes. She whimpers through them but smiles when I stop. βTa very much, Daddy.β
βGood baby.β I stroke her cheek to heighten the praise. βYouβve taken your paddling and earned your necklace back. Do you want it now?β
She nods, eagerness written all over her little, red face.
I put the paddle aside and pick up the necklace from where itβs ended up near the foot of the bed. βLift your head.β
She does, and I fasten the collar back around her throat. I center the pearl against the hollow of her throat and stroke her ember-red breasts.
βHappy to have that back, baby doll?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βGood girl. Daddyβs going to fuck you until he comes now. Do you want it on your back or your front?β
She wriggles. βCan I come again?β
I consider. I could deny her an orgasm to make up for that stealth orgasm earlier. But I have something better in mind, and it will be more fun if she thinks sheβs gotten away with it for a while.
βYes. Good girl for asking.β
βOn my back.β
βDo you like it best on your back, baby?β I ask, as I position her with her knees tight to her chest. Her cuntβs exposed and open to me. Morrisβs purple gem winks in her ass. Sheβs flushed everywhere. Her face, her breasts, her inner thighs, her labia. Red and wet and ready. I stroke her cunt before giving it a sharp slap with my fingers.
She whimpers. βYes, Daddy. Yes, like that.β
βYou
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