The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βThatβs my good girl,β Daddy says, snapping on a glove. βI love seeing you enjoy your spanking. Spread your legs for me and letβs get Stanley into your bottom.β
Dazed, I push my legs apart. Daddyβs warm fingers spread my cheeks. The cool, slick tip of the metal plug presses against my sphincter and I push back to let it in. Thereβs always that moment of resistance before the muscle yields, before my body opens and accepts the invasion. Then a cold fullness. I sigh. Iβve discovered pleasure in each part of being plugged, but I particularly like this part, before the metal warms, before my body adjusts. While I feel speared by the icy thing heβs put in me. His possession of this very private part of me.
βMmm, yes.β He rubs my bottom around the plug, moving it around in me as I whimper and moan. βLegs together and cross your ankles again.β
The fullness of the plug in me is more acute with my legs together, even though itβs warming now, and I know thatβs what Daddy intends. Heβs so deliberate in how he controls me, in each thing he makes me feel.
βStrap now, sweet girl.β He rubs his strap all over my butt. I love his belt, which has a roughened edge that leaves welts. But I love this short, stiff, oiled leather strap even more. Itβs the perfect combination of sting and whump, and because itβs shorter, I can often feel the graze of his knuckles over my skin. Even more intimate than his belt.
βYes, please, Daddy.β
βThatβs my girl. Thereβs no number. Iβm just going to strap you until I feel like stopping. No coming. I want you to save your orgasms for when my cockβs in you, but if youβre getting close and feel like you canβt stop, say βyellow.β β
Boo, no orgasms while Iβm being strapped, but at least Iβll get them later. I havenβt had an orgasm yet today, which isnβt a surprise after my discipline this morning, but at least heβs not going to make me wait until tomorrow.
βYes, Daddy.β
βGood girl.β
He rubs the strap a final time over my cheeks, then lifts it away. I clench my hands into fists, because my instinct with the strap is to reach back and rub after each strike, and in the Bara position, my hands are right there above the ouchie-zone. But Daddy doesnβt like it when I reach back and Iβve been trained better than that. I tuck my thumbs in and clench around them, but relax everywhere else while I wait for the strap to fall.
The first strike, across both cheeks, takes my breath away and floods my eyes with smarting tears. The initial sting is always a surprise, until it morphs into a line of pure need. As I get my breath back, I moan. Every muscle unwinds as I let the air flow out of my lungs. I imagine it like the videos Iβve seen of wildfire: the transparent shimmer of heat, followed by the crackling line of flame, sweeping up from my ass, into my lungs, and out of my mouth as I breathe.
The second strike is easier: a little hitch, and then my body releases, every muscle going limp. The third is faster, and with the fourth, we find our rhythm. Our breaths come together. Our bodies move together. My back arches to lift my bottom for each strike. His torso twists slightly as he lifts and lowers the strap. He hasnβt told me to count and I donβt. The lines of heat spread down over my cheeks, each one just a little lower than the one before. When he reaches the crease, he reverses direction and works back up. These strikes are more intense, overlapping skin thatβs already scorched. My moans become gasps, and if Daddy hadnβt told me not to come, Iβd be humping his leg, chasing my orgasm. Instead, I relax into it and let the sensations flow through me, while I imagine that Iβm a baby dragon stretched over my Daddyβs knees, breathing fire with each strike.
A really horny baby dragon.
I donβt know how many Iβve taken when Daddy lays the strap across my cheeks, bends over, and kisses the skin heβs blistered. He turns his head so his cheek, so smooth he must have just shaved, rests on my fevered skin. βYour ass is a gorgeous color, little girl.β
I swallow, and giggle, and think again of that picture of the suspended subbie. What Daddy sees isnβt what most men would see: the knobs of my spine, my prominent ribs, the small imperfections in my skin. Daddy sees the marks of my submission, and those are beautiful to him.
βOn your back, little girl. I think your pussy needs to be matched up.β
I squee. Thereβs nothing better than a pussy spanking when Iβve already had my bottom beaten and Iβm pumped up on endorphins.
I scoot off Daddyβs legs and pause until he points at the headboard, then arrange myself on my back with my head on a pillow and my legs spread. Daddy runs his hot palm up and down my body, between my breasts, over my bare mound. He tickles my labia, slick from the spanking, with his fingertips, before he sits back on his heels and smiles at me.
βWill there be any coming during your pussy spanking?β
I shake my head. βNo, Daddy. Iβm saving my orgasms for when you give me your wolfy-penis.β
βThatβs right.β His rich tone is full of both laughter and pride. Heβs happy with me. Daddydaddydaddy.
He reaches around the sides of the bed and pulls up the long black straps heβs fixed to the frame. At the end of each strap is a Velcro cuff. He fastens the cuffs around my ankles, then adjusts the straps so my legs are spread wide.
βIβm leaving your arms free, little girl. I want
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