The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖

to Master Harold, and tell him that I send my regrets that Pence will not be able to join him for their scene because Pence is being punished. If Master Harold would like to assist in Pence’s punishment, he’d be most welcome and we’ll be in the Stocks. Bring Pence’s hard limit list back with you; Master Harold will have it. Did you get all that?”

“Yes, Daddy. Can I ask questions later?”

“You may, good girl. You know where the Stocks are?”

“Yes, Daddy, I remember.”

“Good. I’ll meet you there in no more than ten minutes. If anyone delays or questions you, tell them your daddy requires you in the Stocks in no more than ten minutes.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I give her a final kiss on the forehead. “This isn’t the scene I planned for tonight, little girl, but I promise you’ll get lots and lots of orgasms either way. Good enough?”

“More than good enough, Daddy.”

“That’s my angel. Off you go.”

She skips away when I release her. My little girl, so full of enthusiasm and joy. How could anyone be so cruel as to want to dim her glow?

I turn on my heel and head down the hall to where one little glow-dimming shit is about to catch hell.

* * *

To give him credit, Pence is waiting exactly where I told him to. The room’s dim and cold, with the air-conditioning on high. Probably too cold for naked submissives, but that bothers me not one fucking bit. With what I have planned for Pence, it’s unlikely he’ll be shivering. At least, not from the room’s temperature.

Pence isn’t alone in the room. When I bring up the lights, I see we already have an audience. Mistress Dana is sitting on one of the couches positioned around the ring of wooden pillories in the middle of the room. Dana’s one of a half-dozen active Dommes at Blunts. She joined the management committee last year, but I still don’t know her well. She’s as quiet and self-contained as Emily, even though she unquestionably has a Dominant’s soul. A house sub, Mally, drop-dead sexy in a leopard-print cat-suit that her curves overflow, kneels at Dana’s feet while Dana fingers the black fur ears sticking out of Mally’s curly hair.

I wink at Mally and greet Dana with a handshake.

“Good evening, Master Logan. This submissive says you’ve told him not to speak.” She tips her pointed chin at Pence. There’s something very feline about Dana, right down to the pleasure she gets from cruelty.

“Did he, now?” I ask. “Did he manage to tell you that without speaking? Because I told him very specifically not to talk to anyone.”

The corner of her deep crimson mouth lifts. “No, he didn’t.”

“That’s strike two. We’re going to do a black and red scene with a gold star. I’d be pleased if you’d assist me in punishing this wayward submissive.”

“My pleasure.” She leans down and unhooks her leash from Mally’s collar. “Mally-sweet, go to Austin and tell him you’re free for two hours and that I’d like the Peacock Room at ten. I’ll meet you there. Run along, now, there’s a good girl.”

Mally leans over and kisses Dana’s mirror-polished black boot before she jumps up, curtsies to me, and runs off.

“She’s a dove, Logan,” Dana says, following Mally’s waving, wiggling tail with her eyes as the sub trots through the door. “You did a great job with her.”

“She was a pleasure to train.”

And Mally was, much easier than Rachel, despite Mally’s body-image issues. Both during our training and as a house submissive, she’s worked hard on overcoming those mental limitations and has started to let her Doms see her for what she is: a big, beautiful woman with a ton of heart. Mally’s not a masochist and our kinks didn’t mesh, otherwise I would have happily taken her as my own after she finished training. She’s got the same sort of effervescent spirit that Emily has; maybe I was looking for that even a year ago when I was training Mally. I know she wants a permanent Dom, and I’m sorry that none of the members have realized what a treasure she is and claimed her for anything more lasting than a scene.

“Would you be interested in anything longer term?” I ask Dana as I move across the room to retrieve a rack of crops and floggers.

“Matchmaking, Logan?” Dana asks with a husky laugh.

“Just looking out for the interests of a bottom I trained.”

Dana hums as she helps me carry the rack back across the room to set next to a half-pillory. “I think the sexual dynamics for something longer term are off.” When I lift an eyebrow at her, she shrugs and says, “There’s a spark, which is why I’m playing with her, but Mally’s not a lesbian and I think she’d struggle in a long-term relationship with a woman. We’re fine for scenes, but I don’t think it would work for more than that.”

“Mally always told me she was bi, but I’ll take your word,” I say. I figured, if anything, Dana would say Mally’s not enough of a masochist for her. Interesting that Dana doesn’t see that as the crucial hurdle. “You’re very clear-eyed about the whole thing.”

“I have to be. Remember Coral? We were together for nearly a year before she woke up one morning and realized she didn’t want to go to bed every night with someone who doesn’t have a penis. I’m not putting myself through that again.”

Damn, I didn’t know that. I remember the cute, curly-haired sub Dana brought when she was a new member, but I had no idea that’s why they split. Dana must have been devastated, but she never let on. I know some Dommes feel they have to out-macho Doms. I didn’t realize Dana, who is as tiny as Emily but effortlessly controls men twice her size with just the force of her personality, felt that way.

“If you’d ever like to have a longer conversation about that, I’d be up for having