Page 319 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Mmm, I think I could make you like it, girl.”
She chokes on a laugh. “You probably could, Sir.”
“For right now, I think I’ll just make these holes nice and red before I use them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head. “My pussy must be red already.”
“It is.” I clean my hand on some baby wipes before I part those reddened outer lips and rub my thumbs up and down her opening before making a gentle incursion inside. She doesn’t flinch or tighten. No serious discomfort. “Such a pretty color. But I’d like to see it ruby red. Ten strikes with the crop, goddess. That’s all I’ll ask. Five swats on your sore pussy and five on your tender little asshole and then I’ll fuck both holes and you can come as often as you like.”
She wriggles. “Please, no, Sir. I’m already sore.”
“I know you are, but you’re also my dirty, dirty girl who wants her hot holes fucked and this is the only way your Sir wants to fuck them. Tell me yes, sweetheart.”
“I’m not using my safe word, Sir.”
“I know, girl. I want to hear you consent to the pain I’m about to give you.”
She wriggles harder. “Fuck, Sir. Don’t make me do that.”
“I want to hear it, girl. Tell me you agree even though you know how much it will hurt. Tell me you want the pain I give you.”
“You know I do, Sir.” She tips her head back until the cords stand out in her throat. “Don’t make me say it.”
I reach over to where my toy bag’s resting on a luggage rack at the foot of the bed, take out my crop, and use it to trace circles around her nipples. “I have to hear it, girl.”
She groans and when she doesn’t say it, I slap her nipples, right and left, with the crop. She squeals but holds her position with her holes beautifully displayed for me.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her before I crop her nipples again.
“Please, Sir, they’re on fire!”
“Stings like a bitch, doesn’t it? How’s it coming with telling me you agree to ten because I want to fuck that kitty and ass so bad, girl, but I can’t until I hear it.”
“Sir!”
I crop her nipples again. “I’m waiting, girl.”
“Yes, I agree to ten, Sir!”
I plant a hand on the bed so I can lean over and kiss her. “So pleased with you, my girl. Hold your kitty open with your fingers so I have a nice, clear target.”
Her hands clench into fists on her thighs, but she does as instructed, peeling open her pussy lips and holding them open with the tips of her fingers. Her opening’s already a deep pink. I tap the crop’s tongue against that inflamed flesh and glory in her yelp, the contraction of the muscles in her thighs, and the bright flush of the bee-stung skin. I give her a moment to recover before slapping in a second strike’s that’s harder and flatter, whipping the leather across her entire opening. She howls and hisses and kicks one foot off the bed but immediately gets back into position, my well-trained sub.
“Good girl. That’s right. Such a well-behaved girl for her Sir.” While I speak, I clean off the crop with a baby wipe and drizzle a little more lube over her exposed asshole. Impact on wet skin hurts so much worse. She’s experienced enough to know that and the way she twists and whimpers tells me she knows exactly what’s coming.
I give her five hard, fast hits with the edge of the crop, catching her sensitive rim and the flesh around it with the rough leather edge. Bren hisses through the first three and screams through the last two, then sags into the bed, panting and twisting against the burn on that tenderest of areas.
“Fuck, Sir! Please enough. Enough.”
“No, three more on your pussy. You know they’re coming,” I say as I clean off the crop’s tongue again.
Bren squeals and kicks her feet even though I haven’t touched her. “Don’t make me hold myself open for these.”
“Oh, you absolutely will, my sassy girl. You’ll hold yourself open and ask me nicely to give you the last three and then beg me to fuck those hot, smarting, red holes.”
“No.” She pants. “Fuck you, Sir. I’m not asking for any more pain.”
“No?” I ask as I flick the crop at her nipples. She throws her head back again and howls.
