The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
Read free book Β«The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) πΒ» - read online or download for free at americanlibrarybooks.com
Read book online Β«The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) πΒ». Author - Frost, J
When I rise, he smiles, hot and wolfy. βYouβre very welcome, little girl.β
Grinning to myself, I scoot off to the bathroom to empty my bladder, wash my face, brush my teeth and hair, and do my nightly gag-reflex training. He hasnβt told me to get ready for bed, but if weβre going to be two hours, it will be after eleven-thirty before weβre done and Daddyβs very strict about my bedtime.
Blowing through my bedtime once when I was trying to get something done for my publisher, which didnβt really have to be done that night, won me my second trip to the playpen and twenty-four hours without an orgasm, during which Daddy fucked me five times, just to make his point. Not an experience I want to repeat. Now Iβm very, very, very careful to be ready for bed no later than quarter of twelve. Since Iβm a total night owl and habitually stay up past three in the morning, or sometimes all night, when Iβm not with my Dom, I thought Iβd grow resentful of Bedtime. Or, at least, restless with the routine. But it hasnβt been like that at all. I love Bedtime. I fall asleep pretty much as soon as Logan spoons me and I sleep so, so well in his arms, cuddled in his big bed. Daddy sleeps well, too, and Hendryβs told me that our very regular sleeping patterns have contributed to his speedy recovery, which makes me crazy happy.
Once Iβm clean and ready to play, I return to the bedroom. Enigmaβs gone off, which would be a sign that Iβve spent too much time in the bathroom, except that now thereβs a heavy, insistent beat in the air. I wriggle, recognizing the music. Itβs an instrumental version of Depeche Modeβs βMaster and Servant,β but a better name for it would be Daddyβs Spank Track. Heβs only played it a couple of times, and always during impact scenes. Iβm getting a super-spanking. He really meant it when he said he was happy with me.
Heβs sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, a line of toys on the pillow next to him. I have to bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from just throwing myself at him. The little pain helps me concentrate on moving gracefullyβwhich I always try to do and how wonderful is it that Daddy noticed?βas I climb onto his high bed, drape myself across his thighs, put my hands behind me in the small of my back, and cross my wrists and ankles. I canβt keep my butt from wriggling a bit, though, and Daddy chuckles.
βExcited, little girl?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βWhat are you excited about?β
βI think Iβm about to get a good-girl spanking.β
And a good-girl strapping. And then Iβm really hoping for a good-girl fucking, since Stanley-the-Stainless-Steel-Butt-Plug is on the pillow next to Daddyβs thick leather strap. Thereβs almost nothing better than a hard fucking from Daddy while Iβm wearing Stanley. I donβt see any condoms on the pillow, so heβs not planning on anything going in my bottom except Stanley, which is kind of a relief, since Iβm still a little conflicted about anal sex. And best of all, Daddyβs evil, whippy paddle is nowhere to be seen. Heβs given me enough sexy paddlings that I know play with Belphegor can be pleasurableβin a really owie wayβbut Iβll never prefer a paddling to a spanking or a belting.
Daddy rubs his big, warm hand in circles over my bottom and the backs of my thighs.
βAnd why are you getting a good-girl spanking?β He punctuates each word with a tap on my bottom. Not even enough to sting yet but starting to warm me up.
βBecause Iβve been super good while youβve been recovering?β
βYes.β A harder tap-tap-tap. βAnd what else?β
I try to think. Nothing immediately comes to mind. βDaddy loves me?β
He chuckles and smacks my butt hard enough to sting. βYes, I do. But I was thinking of how proud youβve made me. Today especially, but every day weβve been together. Iβm proud of you as my little girl, and my submissive, and my friend, and my lover.β
βThatβs a lot to be proud of.β I wince, because heβs slapping hard enough to really sting now. The crossed wire in my brain will kick in and convert the sting to sexy, needy heat eventually, but it takes a little while to get there.
βIt is.β He pauses to rub the sting in. The familiar warmth and pressure works into the muscles of my butt, making me wriggle happily. βI know you didnβt enjoy your time in the playpen this morning, but I was proud of you.β He starts spanking me in earnest. Hard, heavy thuds with the flat of his palm, alternating cheeks, punctuating each word. βIβm proud of you accepting my discipline. Iβm proud of you trying to be the bigger person. Iβm proud of you even when you stumble, because it shows how hard youβre trying.β
βThank you, Daddy. Ta very much,β I whisper, turning my face into the soft covers under my cheek. I let every muscle relax and absorb the blows. My legs jerk with the heaviest slaps. Certain reflexes are really hard to control. But mostly I lie still and let the heat spread through me. It starts as a smarting shock that soaks in as Daddy layers blow after blow over my bottom. Heβs spanking me to the rhythm of the music, and the beat echoes through me. My heart synchronizes to it. The throbbing in my nipples and clit. My whole body becomes one pulsing mass of pain-pleasure. The sensation wipes every thought from my mind. I simply feel.
When the song switches back to Enigmaβs βReturn to Innocence,β Daddy stops to rub again. Heβs concentrated on the roundest, fleshiest part of my butt-cheeks, and mostly avoided the super-owie
Comments (0)