The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βClothes off. Iβm below you, wherever you are. If youβre standing or sitting, Iβm kneeling; if youβre on the floor, Iβm prone, face down. Iβm not allowed on any furniture until you give me permission. I donβt rise or leave your presence until given permission. I donβt speak unless you ask me a direct question. I answer questions yes or no, with an honorific, unless you tell me to elaborate, Daddy.β
βVery good, Emmy. Are you remembering that from our contract or is that how Matthew trained you?β
It was actually Lew who introduced me to High Protocol. Everyone has their own version, though, so I was quoting from his contract as much as I could remember. I hope I havenβt forgotten anything. βThe contract, Daddy.β
βGood girl. Remember to keep your eyes down. Donβt look at me or anyone else unless I tell you to.β
I want to apologize, but he hasnβt asked me a question.
βAs it happens, Iβm going to release you from that restriction for now. Iβd prefer eye contact for this scene. In general, when weβre in High Protocol, eyes down.β
I nod, rubbing my nose across the carpet, so he knows Iβm listening.
βGood, very good, Emmy. Have you done protocol play before?β
βLew and Matthew did it with me but no one since. Itβs been a few years. I might be a little rusty, Daddy.β
He chuckles and smooths his hand over my head. βYouβll do fine, sweetie. But if itβs going to make you anxious, just for today, weβll do three strikes before I give you a physical correction. Iβll give you a verbal warning the first and second time, so you know to watch yourself. This is still a reward day for you, so I donβt want you to obsess about breaking protocol, okay?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βGood girl. Last thing. If you need to get my attention for some reason, you can either raise your hand with three fingers up and your thumb and pinkie down, or you can tap me three times wherever you can reach. I donβt intend to restrain you for this scene but I may for the later one and, if I do, you can speak in order to say yellow or red without permission. Clear, baby doll?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βSuch a good girl. When I let go, I want you to rise, climb up on the bed, kneel on the towel, and get into the same position youβre in now, with your bottom facing me and your body on the towel. If you do the Gorean slave thing, itβs the submit position. Do you know the slave positions? You may elaborate.β
βNo, Daddy. Iβve read the early Gor books. I think I remember a couple of positions, like this one and the present or inspection position, but Iβve never learned them properly.β
Logan chuckles. βWhy does it not surprise me that youβve read the books? You donβt need to answer that. I havenβt read any of them, but Iβll add them to my list for when we get back home. We can read a couple of the books together and weβll act out a few of the scenes while you learn the slave positions. Rise now, little girl. You have permission to get up on the bed.β
I wait until he takes his hand away, immediately missing his warmth in the chilly room. I make eye contact with himβhis eyes are dark and hot alreadyβso he knows I paid attention to that part of his instruction, before I climb as gracefully as I can onto the bed. Iβm careful to center myself on the towel as I kneel, bend over to press my chest to the bed, and stretch my arms in front of me. I remember something about the Gorean slave girl crossing her wrists. I think that touch might please Logan, and I want more than anything to please him.
He runs his palm up my spine and I shiver with pleasure. βExcellent, sweet baby. Youβre so wet I can see it on your thighs. Whatβs exciting you? You can elaborate.β
βEverything, Daddy. The way you walked me up from the restaurant holding my lip. Being naked while youβre still dressed. This position. Itβs making me tingly everywhere.β
βGood answer, little girl.β He sits next to me on the bed, keeping one hand on the small of my back. I hear him picking things up, a scrape of metal, the swish of something wet. βTurn your head and look at what Iβm holding.β
I turn my head, peering over the curve of my arm. Heβs sitting on the bed, cross-legged, facing me, his right hand resting on my bottom, his left hand holding a big clump of ginger root and a peeling knife.
I glance up and meet his wolfy eyes and give a tiny nod so he knows Iβve seen the ginger.
βDo you know what figging is?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βWhat is it? You may elaborate.β
I swallow hard, because Iβve never done figging. Iβve read about it, though, and the idea of a piece of ginger up my butt sounds not at all rewarding. I remind myself to keep an open mind.
βItβs a Victorian thing. They put a piece of peeled ginger in your bottom before a caning. It burns, more and more as you clench your bottom against the bite of the cane.β
He grins at me. βI should have known youβd know the history.β
He takes his hand off my backside and holds the clump of ginger in his right hand while he carves one of the bigger fingers off the root, taking a big chunk of the main root with it. Dimly, I register that heβs left-handed, which Iβm not sure Iβd realized before, since Iβve seen him use a fork and chopsticks with either hand. But most of my attention is focused on the ginger heβs now peeling. Did I really just want more than anything to please him for the next forty-five minutes? Now the thing that seems the most important is
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