Page 287 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
Harry leads Pence over to join the line and Wreck guides Tiana to stand on Bren’s other side. I click my tongue admiringly at our little stable.
“Some fine-looking ponies there,” Napa says, as he unpacks a crop and two short whips from a hinged, leather case that looks handmade. A man who takes care of his weapons. “Should we see if they can follow a tune?”
The glance he casts at the longe whip I’m holding makes his meaning clear and I nod at him.
“How do you feel about AC/DC?” he asks, pulling out his phone.
“Classic.”
He puts on “You Shook Me All Night Long” and I roll my shoulder to warm up.
“Ponies, trot to the crack,” Javier says. He hasn’t lined his subbie up with the others and I wonder if there’s a reason for that. Instead, as our ponies are shuffling and stamping their hooves to the music, starting to catch the beat, Javier guides the black-haired girl to her knees in front of him, open his pants, and feeds his cock into her mouth.
I figure I’ll get to that later, but if Javier wants to get straight to it without any foreplay, to each his own.
I snap out the whip without any force to make sure I have plenty of room. Logan pushes the chaise he was sitting on over a couple of feet. I put a little muscle into my throw and get a good crack, which makes Emily jump and Bren and Tiana grin.
Napa takes a position at the other end of the pony line and plays out a white snake-whip. He cracks it on the next beat, and I catch the rhythm. So do our ponies. Bren and Tiana begin trotting before Emily and Pence, but before the guitar intro ends, all four subs are trotting to the music, their hooves ringing on the floorboards. Wreck stands back, tapping his foot to the beat, grinning hugely. Logan joins in on the chorus, clapping his hands.
On the second chorus, Bren loops her arm through Emily’s and swings her in a circle. The rhythm of Bren’s trotting changes to a fast two-step. I see Brenna the dancer for the first time and she is a seductive minx. Her shoulders and hips wriggle out a siren’s song. I don’t recognize any of her moves. This isn’t the foxtrot I painfully learned for my wedding and came to enjoy since it was something Amy and I could do without arguing. Bren dances like she’s fucking: humping, grinding, shimmying. It’s all in her stomach and hips. She swings her dreads, somehow without entangling Emily, but Tiana and Pence wisely step back to give her room to move.
The music switches over to the iconic rising beats of “Kashmir” and I keep cracking in time to the beat. When a man begins rapping over the beat, I realize this isn’t the Led Zeppelin version. But it doesn’t matter. The rhythm’s the same. The rapper keeps repeating “come with me” and since I certainly intend to later, it’s wryly appropriate.
The hoof boots make Bren’s legs look insanely long and she uses them to full advantage, extending one leg at a time andtwisting to flex her toned thighs. She turns with Emily, giving me her ass, which she shakes until my eyes nearly pop out of my head and it’s only muscle memory that keeps the whip cracking because I cannot look away from my bold girl.
As the music slows, Bren releases Emily, who reels back into Logan’s arms. Bren whips around and struts toward me, swiveling her hips, then turns as the beat picks up and shakes her ass at me again. Tiana steps forward and holds her hands up, palms out. Bren steps in front of her and holds up her hands so they’re mirroring each other. They slither and sway, still keeping up the pounding beat with their hooves. Tiana drops until her hands touch the floor and shimmies her ass. Bren shakes her head and I realize there are probably some moves Bren can’t do because of her damaged hip. I wonder if that upsets her and make a mental note to show her, in no uncertain terms, that it bothers me not at all. Watching her move is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time.
As soon as Tiana rolls back up, they’re mirroring each other again. Bren shows Tiana a step where she pivots, kicking one foot to each corner of the room. Tiana immediately picks it up so they’re dancing around each other. Every eight steps, they slap each other’s hands and change direction, turning so they shake their asses at us before moving back into their fast shuffle. It’s hypnotic, watching the two women circle each other, skin gleaming, breasts bouncing, muscles in their legs and asses working. Bren lifts her arms over her head and whips her head, so her dreads swing through the frame of her arms. Tiana copies her and that’s added into their next rotation. I realize Bren’s teaching Tiana a routine even as they keep dancing.
The music changes over again, to a song I don’t recognize, about someone who’s blue. Bren and Tiana don’t even pause, but I have trouble picking up the beat. Wreck approaches me, staying out of strike range, and claps his hands until I catch thevariable beat and work into a rhythm again. Bren shows Tiana another move, which looks like the moon-walk Michael Jackson used to do, only with a lot more ass-shaking, and the girls fall into that hypnotic circling again. Pence either gives up or gets tired of being ignored and drops out of his trot, walking over to stand beside Harry. All eyes are glued on the two girls as they dance.
The song changes over again to one I vaguely recognize from when Naomi was in high school, having sleepovers. Something about a vain man. Anyway, it’s an easy beat and I keep the whip cracking to it without taking my eyes off Bren. On the next go-round, Bren adds an explosive high kick, hoof snapping in the air above her head, a move that I recognize from the Muay Thai class I took with her. It takes Tiana two tries to get it, but when she does, she whoops and Bren leaps up to chest bump her, which has both girls laughing breathlessly. They circle another time before the song ends and instead of a new one starting up, Napa clicks off his phone and coils his whip.
“Don’t want to exhaust our ponies. I think they both deserve a treat for that display,” he says.
The hoof beats stop and only the sound of the girls’ hard breathing fills the space. Then Bren and Tiana start laughing again as they hug each other. As soon as Tiana releases her, Bren turns to me. I put the whip aside, open my arms, and get a rush of hot, sweaty, happy girl against my chest.
“Have I earned a reward, Sir?” she asks, grinning up at me.
“You have. Do you want it now or later?”
“Your choice, Sir, but can I ask for something specific?”
“Make a request and I’ll consider it.”
“Can I have an anal orgasm, Sir?”
“I’ll take your request under advisement, filly.” I give her an open-mouthed kiss, enjoying the heat of her breath on my lips.“First, I need my mare to wear some of my marks. Are you up for that?”
She shivers but nods. “If you’re going to whip me, can I put my bit in so I have something to bite down on so I don’t scream?”
I don’t have any intention of making her scream, but because I like the mind-fuck, I nod. “Bring it to me and present it on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She trots off to where we’ve set our respective bags and retrieves a black leather face harness with a simple, rubber bit. She goes down on her knees to present it to me and I wonder if the dancing has worked the sass out of her or if she’s just trying to preserve her reward.
“I don’t take rewards away,” I say to reassure her as I smooth down her dreads.
