The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Niall straddles the bench beside me. Although Iβm generally fine with nudity, Iβm glad heβs put on shorts so Iβm not staring straight at his meat and two veg.
βAnything yeh need meh to do?β he asks.
βThereβs tea tree oil in a brown bottle in my bag, if you could get that out?β
βNo problem.β He rummages in the bag beneath the bench and hands me the bottle. I hold Emily in one arm, her head against my shoulder, while I shake a few drops of the oil over her thighs and rub it in.
βSmelly,β Emily murmurs, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder.
βYes, little girl, but itβll keep any cuts from becoming infected.β
βBetter than arnica?β the scene monitor, Paul, asks from where heβs standing a few feet away.
βItβs not safe to apply arnica to broken skin. Tea tree oil has stronger antibacterial properties,β I explain. βIf Emily develops any deep bruises, Iβll apply T-Relief to them tonight, as long as her skinβs closed.β
Paul nods.
βLogan, whatβs the stroke you were using?β a brunette wearing peacock-patterned short-shorts and a matching corset asks.
βItβs called a Cavalry Cut.β After I finish rubbing the tea tree oil into Emilyβs thighs, I retrieve a cane and demonstrate the swing. βThe cane lands flat, which minimizes soft tissue damage. It rarely wraps even a smaller surface like a thigh. Since most of the motionβs over the head, it doesnβt require a lot of space for the swing. I could do it while holding Emily in that chair position, without worrying about hitting anyone else. But thereβs a lot of kinetic energy imparted even in the flat strike. I wouldnβt use it on a bottom who can only take mild pain. Emmy, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the pain of the cuts on the back of your legs?β
She blinks up at me as she considers. βLike seven point five.β
βHow would you compare it to my whippy paddle?β
βBelphegor?β She giggles and one of the older women in the lingering crowd snorts. Iβm really not going to like what I find when I Google this name, I can tell. βBelphegorβs a five in comparison to the cane. Itβs a sharp sting and a deeper ache, but nothing like the cane. That feels like a knife cut.β
βWell said, sweetheart,β I praise her and cuddle her close.
βYou did a great job of holding still, Emily,β the older woman who laughed at my paddleβs name says. βDid you consider restraining her, Logan?β
βI know Emily can hold position while she takes pain, even though sheβs a wiggly little thing in general.β That gets a giggle out of Emily. βI want that obedience as part of her submission. If Iβd planned more strokes, or if they were going to be on a part of her body where I had a smaller target, like her feet or palms, I might have restrained her just to avoid missing.β
βI like that idea very much.β The woman nods and turns to the naked, collared woman waiting a step behind her, βJulia, I think youβll be unrestrained for our scene this evening. You can show me how much your submission means to you by holding your position.β
The sub swallows hard. βYes, Goddess.β
I smile down at Emily and whisper, βSomeoneβs going to have a rough night.β
She grins back at me.
βThat was a light cane you used,β says a man wearing only red spandex shorts. His upper lip curls as he speaks. Heβs one of the perfect tan, hard-body crowd, and he has the unfinished look of a baby Dom. But I try not to be dismissive as I answer him. Everyone starts somewhere.
βItβs a junior rattan cane,β I tell him while I open a bottle of water from my bag, take a sip, and hold it for Emily. βThereβs a lot less padding on the thighs than there is on the ass, so I used a lighter cane. Also, I wanted to leave marks that Emily will feel for a day or two, but I didnβt want to split her skin or leave her unable to sit down while weβre on vacation, so the junior cane was the tool for the job.β
Red Spandex grimaces. βA slave shouldnβt sit.β
Juliaβs Goddess shakes her head at him. βLogan was quite clear at the beginning that Emilyβs not a slave. Itβs pleasant to see a scene so nuanced,β she says to me. βThank you both. Iβm training Julia at eight tonight in the kennels. It would be lovely to see you there.β
I enjoy watching furry play and have done it myself on occasion. If Emilyβs not engaged by it, I know a cock thatβs happy to keep my horny little girl busy. βWeβll look forward to it.β
Juliaβs Goddess smiles before walking away, leading Julia on a bejeweled leash.
I give Emily a kiss on the forehead. βReady to shower, sweetheart?β
βYes, Daddy.β
I nod my thanks to Niall and Paul, before helping Emily to her feet. Taking her binkie from her, I fold it up and tuck it in my bag.
As Emily bends over to pick up her shirt, Red Spandex reaches out to touch the backs of her thighs.
I catch his wrist and tug slightly to pull him off balance. βNot okay,β I growl at him.
Paulβs there a second later, putting a firm hand in the middle of Red Spandexβs chest. βBack up. Scene rules were clear.β
Emily straightens, clutching her shirt to her breasts. βWhatβs going on?β
βSceneβs over.β Red Spandex holds up his hands. βI just wanted to see if her skinβs broken.β
βIβm perfectly capable of answering your question,β Emily says with the same cool self-possession she used to decimate the Doms who approached her at the expo where we met. Sheβs never used that tone with me. I wonder if it only comes out when she feels threatened. βItβs not. I would have felt the tea tree oil sting.β She touches my forearm. When I release Red Spandexβs wrist, she hands me her tee. βDaddy,
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