The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βYes, Daddy.β
She gasps at thirty-five, her back arching and losing her perfect S-curve. Mini-gasm, at a guess, although it might have been a full one and just very quiet, if the flushing of her neck is anything to go by. Whichever, sheβs not done. I keep working her with the same motion, crack-crack-crack-crack, striking again and again against the glowing undercurve of her ass. At seventeen, she goes rigid, straining against the chains. Crack-crack-crack-crack. Her whole body convulses and she screams so loudly that several of the players around us stop what theyβre doing to look over.
Beside me, where heβs cuffing a teary, red-faced Shaan onto the neighboring set of chains, Niall chuckles. βNice one.β
Iβm damned pleased with it. I let the knotted flogger drop to my side and shake out my arm. I wrap my free hand around Emilyβs braid and pull her head back, controlling her but also supporting her through her post-orgasmic haze. Her mouth opens with a soft sigh. βDaddy. Ta, Daddy.β
I kiss her temple. βGood girl. Youβre being such a good girl, Emily. Daddyβs very proud of you. I want you to bear twenty with the metal-tipped flogger for me and then Iβm going to take you down and fuck you over the edge of the table.β
She whimpers. Sheβs experienced enough to know that twenty with the metal-tipped flogger will be tough now. Sheβs taken a lot more than twenty with the knotty flogger, but she was chasing her orgasm and everything would have registered as sensation rather than pain. The metal-tipped flogger will just hurt. Iβm counting on her need to please me, and her streak of masochism that matches my streak of sadism, to get her through it.
βWhat are these twenty, baby?β
βDaddyβs gift,β she says. No whimpering now, although her voice is very soft and small.
βThatβs right. Daddyβs gift to his little girl. Ask me for them, Princess.β
It takes her a few seconds of blinking before she manages. βPlease, Daddy. Can I have twenty with the bitey flogger?β
βYes, you may, my little love.β I give her a deep kiss before I release her to sag in the chains while I swap floggers.
The metal-tipped flogger is a brute. The falls are oiled leather with two, metal rivets set close to each tip. The stiffer leather provides a decent amount of sting on its own, but with the weight of the rivets, hard hits are shockingly stingy, and the metal adds its own bite. This flogger was more than Miranda could bear for play, so it was reserved for punishment. It wasnβt enough for Luisa, who had the highest pain threshold of any sub Iβve been with. I had a special flogger with a d-ring on each tip for her. Just the ringing of the falls when I swung it, like reindeer bells, could push Luisa towards subspace. Given how well Emily reacts to sensory triggers, I could probably condition her the same way. I may try it on Emily in the future, once Iβm absolutely confident of her pain threshold.
Before I set into her with the metal-tipped flogger, I give Emily some attention and allow her to reconnect with her daddy. I loop the flogger around my wrist so she can see it, build her anticipation, but she keeps her eyes on mine. I start in front of her, with kisses and lots of eye-contact. While Iβm kissing her, I play with her breasts, at first through the gauze dress and, when it annoys me, I rip it open to her waist. I havenβt flogged her breasts, belly, or thighs because I donβt want to risk damaging skin thatβs already sunburned. With that in mind, Iβm gentle with her breasts, and only tug on her nipples, which I know for certain were covered by her suit. It takes a solid minute of pinching and rolling before her nipples stay erect, which tells me how hard she came.
βTwenty now with the bitey flogger, sweet girl. What color are you?β
βGreen, Daddy. Can I be more Princess Amber for this part?β
I check her eyes. Bright and clear. Her pupils arenβt quite normal, but theyβre no longer owl-sized. Sheβs smiling slightly. Supporting her own weight rather than hanging in the chains. Since sheβs come up out of subspace, if she wants to go back into the role-play, Iβm fine with that.
βYes, you may. Watch the insults, though, little girl. Youβre getting twenty with the bitey flogger because you insulted the Black Knight twenty times. Before your mouth earns you extra, be sure of what your ass can bear.β
βYes, Daddy, Sir.β
She gives me a cheeky little grin, which I kiss off her face. I nip at her lips while I play with her nipples some more, and thereβs just a hint of glazed arousal in her eyes when I step back. Better.
I move back around her, shaking out the flogger as I go. With the metal rivets, it makes a great sound, a tingle of metal along with the swish of the oiled leather. Itβs not quite the reindeer bells of Luisaβs favorite tool. This one reminds me of church bells ringing over the Yorkshire moors on Christmas morning, distant and silvery. The sound makes goose bumps rise over the exposed, reddened flesh of Emilyβs back and ass. Mmm, yes. I wonβt have any trouble conditioning my little girl to auditory triggers.
I loop the flogger over her right shoulder, letting it brush over her breast. She shivers. Slowly, so she feels the leather and metal sliding over every inch of her skin, I draw it back over her shoulder. She whimpers as the falls tip over her shoulder and slither down her back.
βFeel what Iβm about to punish you with, Princess?β
Another uncontrollable shiver, but she grits out, βDo your worst, sirrah. Iβll
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