Daddy PI: Book 1 of the Daddy PI Casefiles by Frost, J (reading comprehension books .txt) 📕

“No problem.” He rummages in the bag beneath the bench and hands me the bottle. I hold Emily in one arm, her head against my shoulder, while I shake a few drops of the oil over her thighs and rub it in.

“Smelly,” Emily murmurs, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder.

“Yes, little girl, but it’ll keep any cuts from becoming infected.”

“Better than arnica?” the scene monitor, Paul, asks from where he’s standing a few feet away.

“It’s not safe to apply arnica to broken skin. Tea tree oil has stronger antibacterial properties,” I explain. “If Emily develops any deep bruises, I’ll apply T-Relief to them tonight, as long as her skin’s closed.”

Paul nods.

“Logan, what’s the stroke you were using?” a brunette wearing peacock-patterned short-shorts and a matching corset asks.

“It’s called a Cavalry Cut.” After I finish rubbing the tea tree oil into Emily’s thighs, I retrieve a cane and demonstrate the swing. “The cane lands flat, which minimizes soft tissue damage. It rarely wraps even a smaller surface like a thigh. Since most of the motion’s over the head, it doesn’t require a lot of space for the swing. I could do it while holding Emily in that chair position, without worrying about hitting anyone else. But there’s a lot of kinetic energy imparted even in the flat strike. I wouldn’t use it on a bottom who can only take mild pain. Emmy, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the pain of the cuts on the back of your legs?”

She blinks up at me as she considers. “Like seven point five.”

“How would you compare it to my whippy paddle?”

“Belphegor?” She giggles and one of the older women in the lingering crowd snorts. I’m really not going to like what I find when I Google this name, I can tell. “Belphegor’s a five in comparison to the cane. It’s a sharp sting and a deeper ache, but nothing like the cane. That feels like a knife cut.”

“Well said, sweetheart,” I praise her and cuddle her close.

“You did a great job of holding still, Emily,” the older woman who laughed at my paddle’s name says. “Did you consider restraining her, Logan?”

“I know Emily can hold position while she takes pain, even though she’s a wiggly little thing in general.” That gets a giggle out of Emily. “I want that obedience as part of her submission. If I’d planned more strokes, or if they were going to be on a part of her body where I had a smaller target, like her feet or palms, I might have restrained her just to avoid missing.”

“I like that idea very much.” The woman nods and turns to the naked, collared woman waiting a step behind her, “Julia, I think you’ll be unrestrained for our scene this evening. You can show me how much your submission means to you by holding your position.”

The sub swallows hard. “Yes, Goddess.”

I smile down at Emily and whisper, “Someone’s going to have a rough night.”

She grins back at me.

“That was a light cane you used,” says a man wearing only red spandex shorts. His upper lip curls as he speaks. He’s one of the perfect tan, hard-body crowd, and he has the unfinished look of a baby Dom. But I try not to be dismissive as I answer him. Everyone starts somewhere.

“It’s a junior rattan cane,” I tell him while I open a bottle of water from my bag, take a sip, and hold it for Emily. “There’s a lot less padding on the thighs than there is on the ass, so I used a lighter cane. Also, I wanted to leave marks that Emily will feel for a day or two, but I didn’t want to split her skin or leave her unable to sit down while we’re on vacation, so the junior cane was the tool for the job.”

Red Spandex grimaces. “A slave shouldn’t sit.”

Julia’s Goddess shakes her head at him. “Logan was quite clear at the beginning that Emily’s not a slave. It’s pleasant to see a scene so nuanced,” she says to me. “Thank you both. I’m training Julia at eight tonight in the kennels. It would be lovely to see you there.”

I enjoy watching furry play and have done it myself on occasion. If Emily’s not engaged by it, I know a cock that’s happy to keep my horny little girl busy. “We’ll look forward to it.”

Julia’s Goddess smiles before walking away, leading Julia on a bejeweled leash.

I give Emily a kiss on the forehead. “Ready to shower, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I nod my thanks to Niall and Paul, before helping Emily to her feet. Taking her binkie from her, I fold it up and tuck it in my bag.

As Emily bends over to pick up her shirt, Red Spandex reaches out to touch the backs of her thighs.

I catch his wrist and tug slightly to pull him off balance. “Not okay,” I growl at him.

Paul’s there a second later, putting a firm hand in the middle of Red Spandex’s chest. “Back up. Scene rules were clear.”

Emily straightens, clutching her shirt to her breasts. “What’s going on?”

“Scene’s over.” Red Spandex holds up his hands. “I just wanted to see if her skin’s broken.”

“I’m perfectly capable of answering your question,” Emily says with the same cool self-possession she used to decimate the Doms who approached her at the expo where we met. She’s never used that tone with me. I wonder if it only comes out when she feels threatened. “It’s not. I would have felt the tea tree oil sting.” She touches my forearm. When I release Red Spandex’s wrist, she hands me her tee. “Daddy, could you help me, please? I don’t want to be naked anymore.”

I almost roar at Red Spandex for making her self-conscious but the look on Paul’s face says he’s going to do it for me. That leaves me free to deal with my little girl, who just asked for help from her