The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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He sits on the edge of the bed and traces each of my legs from my heel to the first stripe where my thigh meets my ass. His touch is light, just trailing his fingertips over my skin, but thatβs all it takes to make my nerves sizzle.
βWhere does being paddled hurt most, Emmy?β he asks. His growly tone makes me shiver.
βHere.β I point at the juncture of thigh and butt-cheek, where Iβm already wearing a stripe from his belt.
βUh-huh. So, weβll go a little higher with these. Five on each leg. Do you think that will help you remember to ask permission before each orgasm and say thank you after?β
I nod earnestly.
βGood girl. Do you want Daddy to help hold you?β
βYes, please, Daddy.β My biggest fear when being punished isnβt the pain, but that Iβll disappoint my Dom.
Logan puts his hand, light but firm, behind my left knee.
βHead back, baby. This paddle is whippy and I donβt want to catch your face. Here we go. Count them out.β
I wait this time until he smacks me with the paddle before gasping out the count. The strokes are lighter than heβd give me on the ass, but he wasnβt kidding about the paddle being whippy. It wraps my leg, covering the whole back of my thigh and smacking my IT band at the end of the stroke, which knocks the wind out of me, the painβs so sharp. I whimper and pant and jerk. Loganβs dark eyes follow each movement, drinking in my pain. For the fourth stroke, he turns the paddle and strikes the length of my thigh, which brings fresh tears to my eyes. His turn feral. The last stroke is almost a caress, a French kiss of flame, and leaves me shaking.
βHow are you doing, Emmy?β he asks after the fifth stroke.
I nod but donβt try to speak because Iβm sure my voice will break. His eyes flick over my face. He releases my knee and puts the paddle down on the bed. His fingers feather over my flaming skin, drawing another whimper out of me.
βLet go of your legs, baby,β he says gently, and when I do, he pulls me up into his arms.
βDaddy?β I whisper, still not trusting my voice, and not understanding why weβve stopped mid-punishment.
βGive us a cuddle, then weβll finish up,β he says.
I like the sound of that. Iβm feeling shaky, even though Iβve had harder beatings. Something about this morningβour disrupted hide-and-seek game, Satanβs damn paddle, him watching me take the painβis breaking me down more than usual. βAnother great Daddy idea,β I mumble, sinking into his warm embrace.
He holds me for several minutes, humming deep in his chest. I bury my face in his neck, and to my surprise, find myself crying. These arenβt sad tears, or pain tears, or even angry, bitter tears. Iβm not even sure why Iβm crying. I just am, and Logan lets me, holds me, rocks me. When I trail off into sniffles, I wipe his neck and my face self-consciously and say, βSorry, Daddy.β
βDonβt be sorry, baby. I could see you were struggling. Paddleβs intense, isnβt it?β
I nod against his neck. βAnd youβre watching me.β
βIs that why youβre having a hard time? Because you can see my face?β
I shake my head. βIt just makes it more intense. I can keep going, Daddy. Promise. Iβm not upset. I donβt know why Iβm crying. Iβm not usually this weepy.β
βEmotional intensity.β Logan strokes my hair. βItβs okay to be emotional with me, baby. Youβre doing a great job of processing the pain, but if youβve had enough, say so. This has been a very full-on first date.β
That heβs giving me the option makes it totally okay. βI want to keep going, Daddy. Can I still have an orgasm?β
βYes, sweetheart. Maybe even two.β
That makes all the ups and downs worthwhile. βWhat are we waiting for, Daddy?!β I bounce on my un-paddled leg.
Logan chuckles. βOkay, nympho-baby. On your back. Knees to your chest. Wrap your arms around your knees this time and get that bum up.β
βYes, sir!β I disentangle myself, give him a quick salute and hit the deck, getting back into position with such alacrity, Loganβs chuckle deepens to a belly laugh.
βSomeoneβs eager,β he says.
βMe, Daddy.β
βOh, itβs you this time, when youβre about to get an orgasm, huh?β
I nod and pull my knees in tight so my ass tips up. βStill me, Daddy.β
He rubs my right thigh, warming up my skin. βStill you? But it wasnβt you last night when someone was cute and noodle-y from her orgasms.β
βNot me. Iβm super-tough. That was Daddy.β
βSure it was. Okay, tough girl. Five more with Daddyβs whippy paddle. Head back.β
I drop my head back and wait. He rubs the back of my leg for another few seconds, before sliding his hand under my ass and pushing his thumb into my pussy. He leaves it there, flicking it inside me, while he picks up the paddle and gives me three hard, fast strokes with the paddle, tapping my IT band with each one so I gasp and jerk.
βOwie, Daddy,β I say as he repositions the paddle to give me that long stroke up the length of my leg.
βUh-huh. Is that owie making you all wet, baby doll? And donβt you dare say, βyou, Daddy,β because Iβm not the one who is wet here.β
I squeeze my pussy around his thumb and say, βYou, Daddy.β
βYou are such a naughty little girl sometimes, Emmy. Five more for that.β
As long as he keeps moving his thumb inside me, he can give me as many as he wants. βStill you, Daddy.β
βYouβve bought these, monkey. Here they come.β He gives me the agonizing fourth stroke and the caressing fifth stroke that make
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