The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Instead, I ask, βWhat about you?β
βParty,β he grunts as his treadmill rises steeply. βFlogging scene. Brought together every fantasy Iβd had in meh head since I was a lad.β
I nod. βDo you do impact play now?β
βAye. Signal whipβs my preference, although I use a bullwhip on Shaan.β
Thatβs right, heβs in a trio with Vashi and another man. Sounds like he tops both of them. There are two trios at Blunts, but Iβm not close to the Doms in either, so I donβt know much about the dynamics of a mΓ©nage. Itβd be interesting to watch, even for just a scene. βBe sure to let me know when youβre doing a scene. Iβve used whips, but Iβm no expert.β
βHappy to demonstrate. Signal whipβs a good starter if yeh have some experience already. Can Emily take that level of intensity? She seems, delicate.β
My Kevlar baby doll, who held up so well against the worst I had to offer?
βWeβre still exploring her limits, but I think we could work up to a whip. Sheβs done great with a tawse and a silicone paddle. The paddle stings like fuck.β
Niall chuckles. βI have a fiberglass one. Vashi calls it Daruka. Thatβs a Hindu demon.β
I join his laughter. βEmily hasnβt named my paddle yetββ
βSatanβs paddle?β Emily chirps from my other side.
I have to grab the treadmillβs handrail to keep from falling off while I laugh. βYou cannot call my favorite paddle Satanβs paddle, little girl.β
βFine, Sir,β she grumbles. βBelphegor, then.β
Iβm going to have to look that one up, but I can guess the name is not flattering. βIf Belphegor doesnβt like his new name, heβs going to give you ten on a very sore spot.β
Emily sticks her tongue out at me, then blushes as bright as the gorgeous color her tits turned this morning and becomes engrossed in her treadmill settings while Niall and I laugh.
βI can see yer girl shares my subsβ feelings about paddles,β Niall says, still grinning.
I give him a wicked grin back. βLetβs see how she feels about canes.β
* * *
At ten of twelve, I knock off my treadmill and give Emily a nod. She says goodbye to Barbie-tits, polite girl, but I notice she doesnβt invite Rose to watch the scene. I gather up my bag and water bottle, lay my arm over Emilyβs shoulders and steer her towards the changing rooms.
βHow are you feeling about the scene, baby doll?β I ask, once weβre out of hearing range of the treadmills.
She looks up at me with nothing but happy anticipation in those big eyes. Whatever her reasons for not inviting Rose to watch the scene, it wasnβt embarrassment or trepidation. βGood, Sir. Excited.β
βMe, too. Your safe word is still airplane, if you need to stop, and the shipβs safe word of βredβ will bring the monitor running. If you canβt speak for any reason, three hard slaps on my hip or wherever you can reach, and Iβll stop and check in with you.β
βYes, Sir.β
βAnything youβre worried about?β
She shakes her head. βJust excited, Sir.β
βGood girl.β I give her a swat on the ass to send her into the ladiesβ changing room, while I head into the space Iβve reserved for our scene.
I expect to have a few minutes to prepare and take in the lay of the land, but the coed changing room is already full of people. Itβs a confined space anyway, sandwiched between the ladies and menβs changing rooms along a corridor leading from the gym to the sauna. Through the door, thereβs a double row of lockers to the left, an open, tiled floor thatβs clearly the scene area, and a wall shower between two toilet cubicles to the right. An open cubby by the door holds towels, hand-sanitizer, baby wipes, bottled water, and the ever-present, complimentary lotion. Maybe the California kinky crowd suffers from chronically dry skin.
Despite the crowd, the scene monitor is easy to spot. Heβs a Pink Pearl Dom, wearing a pink arm band. Heβs also wearing black jeans and a black tee, so I guess the thong isnβt mandatory. When I approach, he shakes my hand and introduces himself as Paul. I tell him the broad outline of the scene and Emilyβs safe word, while he shows me the emergency kit, which includes a defibrillator and medical shears. Since I intend to restrain Emily during the scene, I appreciate knowing where the shears are. Paul helps me move a wide, heavy, padded bench from beside the lockers to the middle of the scene area. He makes a quick inspection of the toys and tools Iβve brought before giving me a nod and stepping back.
I turn to the crowd lining the walls, which is about thirty strong, many more than I expected. Itβs mixed: men and women. About half are naked, and itβs nice to see there are a couple of older people in the crowd. After a decade in the lifestyle, Iβm not self-conscious, but the constant parade of perfect tans and twenty-something hard bodies on this ship makes even my confidence flicker.
I clear my throat and speak to the audience the way I would before a scene or demonstration at Blunts.
βHello, Iβm Logan. My submissiveβs name is Emily. Weβll be doing a medium intensity punishment scene. Unless sheβs a very bad girl during the scene, Iβll be rewarding Emily at the end of the scene with sex. Iβll be restraining her and using impact toys. Emilyβs already marked and I will be marking her during the scene.β
Not everyone is comfortable with welts and bruises, even during impact play, so I figure Iβd better give them a
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