The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βItβs really stingy, and it got me warm fast. But itβs fading already. My butt stings more than my legs.β
βUh-huh. I like the tawse for that reason. It really makes an impression, doesnβt it?β
She nods fervently.
βYou handled it very well, Emily.β Iβm not normally this effusive with praise. I let my actions speak for me. If Iβve given my bottom pleasure, then she knows sheβs done well. With Emily, I feel more need to build her up. βI thought when you asked me to stop that you were reaching your pain threshold and needed a break. You surprised me when you told me you were close to coming. And that was such a good girl. You could have tried to slip an orgasm by me. Iβm proud of you for not doing that.β
She glows under the praise. βThank you, Daddy.β
βCan we make that a rule, baby doll? No coming without permission? No stealth orgasms?β Iβve always owned my bottomsβ pleasure. With Emily, I feel the need to take it a step further. βYouβll always ask Daddy to let you come and thank Daddy after you do?β
She nods. βYes, Daddy.β
βGood girl, Emily. Such a good girl. I think weβre going to get along great, better than John and Yoko.β
βBetter than Wesley and Buttercup?β she asks with a tremulous smile.
Ah, my baby girl likes The Princess Bride. Classic.
βBetter than Wesley and Buttercup. Maybe even better than Inigo and Fezzik.β
She giggles and I kiss her temple, holding her eyes in the mirror and watching the light fill them.
I hold her for another minute, until Iβm sure her bodyβs settled, then sit her on the toilet while I wash my hands. As Iβm humming βTwinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,β she joins in.
βYou know that trick, too?β I ask her.
βNo, I just know the song.β
I finish and turn off the tap. βMost people donβt wash their hands long enough to actually get rid of germs. If you sing βTwinkle, Twinkle, Little Starβ while youβre washing, by the time the songβs over, your hands are clean.β
βIβve never heard that, sir.β
βNo? My mother taught me. She was a nurse, so she had a real thing about hand-washing.β I shrug. βLong time ago. You need to use the toilet?β
She shakes her head.
βI do. You can watch me, or you can turn your back. I donβt mind, either way.β
She stands and moves out of my way, turning her back. I guess she meant what she said on her sign about no bathroom play. While I piss, a process thatβs both more complicated and more uncomfortable than it should be with my cock still at half-mast, she washes her hands and brushes her hair.
I finish and wash my hands again while she watches me, big eyes shining. Iβm not sure if Iβve done something particularly right, or if sheβs just still basking in the afterglow. βAll good, baby doll?β
She nods and takes my clean hand. βAwesome, Daddy.β
βAwesome, huh?β
She grins up at me as I lead her out of the bathroom. βReally awesome. When you said we were going to dinner at your club, I didnβt expect any of this. I thought it would be a buffet followed by strippers or something. Iβve never been inside a gentlemenβs club. I love it.β
I chuckle. βNot all menβs clubs are like this. The one I belong to at Sunningdale? We just golf.β
She wrinkles her nose. βGolfing isnβt very awesome.β
βThen youβre not doing it right,β I tease. βBlunts is special. Iβm glad you feel it, too.β
βI do, sir. Has it always been like this? I mean, has it always been a club for Masters?β
βUh-huh. When we come back from L.A., you can dig through the archives to your heartβs content. The whole history of the clubβs in there. Major scenes and events have been recorded all the way back to our founding, and we have the personal diaries of several members that you can read if youβd like.β
She bounces on her toes. βI would, oh, sir, Iβd like that so much.β
I tap her on the tip of her nose affectionately. βSomething to look forward to when we get back from two weeks in the sun.β
She wraps her hand around my arm and snuggles in, squeezing my arm between her little breasts. βThank you so much for everything, sir.β
βYouβre very welcome, baby.β
* * *
Iβm relieved to see Austin manning the upstairs desk in Rachelβs place. He greets me the way a house sub should: bowing and waiting for me to acknowledge him before he introduces himself politely to Emily and asks if thereβs anything he can do for us. I thank him and lead Emily downstairs, pleased by his decorum. This is what I wanted Emily to see; not the trailing wreckage of my old relationship.
βEmily,β I say to her as we descend the stairs, much more easily than we came up them. βI hope youβre not bothered by the thing with Rachel and Sante.β
She hugs my arm again. βNo, sir. Thank you for telling me about it in advance. I think I might have been upset if it had taken me by surprise, but I was prepared for it and you told me there wasnβt anything between you anymore. I could see it in your face, too. You were disappointed in her. I felt bad for her, actually.β
βI trained her,β I explain. βAnd I trained her better than that. We donβt throw our drama around in front of other people.β
She squeezes my arm like a python. βIβm not a fan of public displays, either, sir. Theyβre icky. But I really do feel sorry for her. Sheβs made a bad choice, and I think sheβs realized it.β
I chuckle, disentangle my arm and put it around her as we reach the ground floor. βHow do you know that, little girl?β
She beams up at me. βBecause no one is as awesome as Daddy.β
That should sound ridiculous. Instead, her words sink into my brain like Iβve been waiting to hear them my whole life.
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