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

As she rocks back, I inspect her labia. They’re already flushing pink. They’ll be a deep reddish-purple by the time we’re done, and the sadist in me feels a cold thrill of expectation.

I don’t expect Emily to be aroused by her punishment. She enjoys impact, but isn’t overly stimulated by clamps, and riding the horse is the same sort of sustained, compressive pain. I want it to overload her, break her down, and let her release all the guilt and shame she’s carrying for breaking the rules. It would be easier for her to endure the pain if she was turned on, but I don’t expect her to be and as I look at her dry pussy, I see she’s not.

“Emily, give me a number for the pain, with zero being no pain and ten being more pain than you can handle.”

“Five, Daddy.” Her voice has a little hitch in it, but she’s not crying. Not yet.

“About as bad as a paddling with Belphegor but not as bad as a caning?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She rocks all the way back onto her ass, which can’t feel good with the pressure on her coccyx, either. She grimaces but holds her position.

“I’m going to ask you for a pain number every few minutes. If you want to ask Daddy for help, you can. I’ll flog you to distract you from the pain if you ask me to, but the timer stops while you’re being flogged. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She swallows and sweat pops out across her upper lip and forehead. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Okay. I’m going to put your headphones on now with the white noise playlist. I plan on giving you a few minutes to think about what you’ve done, how it made me feel, and why it’s never going to happen again. Just because you can’t hear or see me, doesn’t mean I’m not right here. I’m watching you and I hold you in my hands. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice hitches; she changes position. “Tuh-ta, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I retrieve her headphones and phone, start the white noise playlist and put the headphones on her before securing the phone to the horse with a strip of bondage tape. I run my hand up and down her back, above her crossed arms, allowing her to connect with me for a few minutes, giving me time to observe her closely, before I step away, leaving her in the hissing dark with pain as her only companion.

I sit down on the bed between Maude and Javier, who lean in like vultures eying their next meal.

“What on Earth did she do?” Javier asks immediately.

“Broke two rules, for a second time, and a promise.”

“That’s very unlike Emily,” Maude chips in.

Ten snorts. He’s got his back to us, his eyes on Emily, but he’s clearly listening to every word. “What’d I say about you two being too close to her?”

“If you’d spend less time terrorizing our subs and actually have conversations with them, you’d discover Emily’s an extremely sweet submissive who wouldn’t deliberately break a rule,” Maude says, without even a glance in Ten’s direction.

“She did this time,” I tell them.

Javier lifts a dark eyebrow. “Deliberately?”

“Yup. She didn’t think I’d overhear her, so she swore at and insulted my guest. When I confronted her, she panicked and tried to run away from me after promising she wouldn’t do that again.”

Javier snorts. “Let me guess, the British She-Devil?”

“Doesn’t matter who it was, J. She broke my rules, on-fucking-purpose—”

We all go silent as Emily rocks forward with an agonized whimper. Her blindfold darkens with the first tears.

There will be many more.

We all watch her, taking in her expression, her breathing, the tension in her muscles, her coloring. She’s in pain, substantial pain, but it’s not overwhelming her yet. She’s still coping with it. She still has a way to go.

When I’m confident Emily doesn’t need my intervention, I continue, “She doesn’t stop being my submissive, under my rules, just because I’m not in the room. She knows to walk away from confrontation and let me deal with it. She had opportunities to walk away and instead she goaded Miranda and escalated the confrontation. She’s been disciplined for this before, and this time she’s going to learn a lesson she doesn’t forget.”

“Hmm,” Javier sits back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. “So, she was provoked.”

His Dom-dar should be patented. “Still not the point.”

“I understand the point, and I agree that discipline is necessary. Rules are the cornerstone of her submission and you have to enforce them. But does the punishment fit the crime?”

I give him a hard glare. “Are you questioning my right to punish my submissive as I see fit?”

“No, not at all,” Javier responds, as Maude gives one of her eloquent sniffs. “I’m observing that Emily isn’t the least aroused by this, even though she’s a masochist. Which means she’s simply enduring the pain to win your forgiveness.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I know where he’s going. “And?”

“And you’re not aroused, either.” He nods at my crotch. Fucking observant prick. He’s right, I’m not even semi-stiff. “That takes this out of the realm of sexual submission—”

“This isn’t just about sex, it’s about our power exchange. She wants to be my little girl all the time. The rules are there to allow that. If she breaks the rules, she ruptures our power exchange and I have to put that right. You should have seen her. She was so overcome that all she could do was run away. She needs this.”

“But you don’t.” Javier uncaps the bottle of water he’s holding and offers it to me. I wave it away; I’ll drink when Emily does. “Tell me you haven’t already forgiven her.”

“Of course, I have.” I got over being pissed at her pretty much as soon as I fucked her.

“Then cut this short.” He nods at my phone. “An hour will leave her bruised