Here’s some more of the second Detective Daddy story, Detective Daddy and the Man with the Golden Bum.

In case you missed it:

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3

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Part Four of Five

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Evidence: Subject Profile

Case File 002

Filed 9/3/14 2:12am

Name: unknown

Alias: “The Man with the Golden Bum”

Age: approximately 33, judging from interactions and comments made vis-a-vis pop culture

Hair: dark brown, short (candymistress: “like Hawkeye in Avengers“), no facial hair

Eyes: blue or green (accounts vary)

Race: visually Caucasian

Skin: white, not tanned (several refer to him as pale)

Height: approximately 68 inches (based on height of average St. Andrews Cross plus discussion among those who have met him)

Weight: unknown, but appears physically-fit without being musclebound

Sex: assumed biologically male (has never been seen fully nude, but several refer to him as having “a nice package”)

Hometown: unknown (reported that he has “no accent”)

Identifying characteristics: 

* always wears gold-colored briefs

* no reported scars, piercings, brands, or tattoos

* attached earlobes

BDSM preferences:

* submissive

* prefers female tops but will play with male (on at least one known occasion)

* medium-to-heavy impact play (blows to shoulders, arms, ass, and legs)

* dragon-tail whips

* rough body play — takedowns/grappling (two instances)

* sensory deprivation — eyes only

BDSM limits:

* no impact play on genitalia

* no whips longer than dragon-tails

* will not remove briefs

* no deprivation of senses other than vision

Sexual preferences: unknown

Assorted notes:

* Abbadon: subject “drove two hours to get here” (here = Atlanta, GA)

* candymistress: subject made almost no noise other than small grunts when hit

* christine1984: subject lives “not too far away” (from Winston-Salem, NC)

* cleveraliasisclever: “I asked him if he’s played here (Nashville) before, and he said no, but he said that he knew some people from where he used to live. I pressed him, and he wouldn’t answer.”

* FredMacro: “He was talking to My slave without My permission. she told Me she thinks he might be from California. He referred to traffic on ‘the 10’. My slave didn’t know any additional information.”

* hattrick71: subject “stole” a scene from him mid-negotiation — “the domme saw him and told me she’d see me later. don’t know who this guy is but is he famous?”

* KissOfDeath: “I took him down to the mat and was right on top of him, and I was grinding on him with my boobs in his face and he didn’t get hard. And my boobs are pretty amazing. Great scene but that was weird.”

* pandasnuggler: “I swear I recognized him from Delco (Delaware spanking party) but I’m not sure. I didn’t see his face but I saw him get spanked pretty hard by two women at the same time.”

* prettyprincess1217: saw subject at a spanking demo in New Orleans — “He wasn’t even really watching until a female top came up and put a male bottom wearing little black leather shorts over her knee.”

* SexRightNowPlease: subject “drove a while to get down here” (here = Orlando, FL)

* thenIcame: “best beating I ever gave. beat the hell out of him with my fists and canes. wish he’d have gotten his pants off but it was still worth it.”

* thenightisyoung: saw subject get into a white four-door Honda Civic; couldn’t make out state of plates but definitely saw first three as FRP; thinks six total characters

* TwinTurbo22: “He watched my spanking scene with my sub almost too closely. I wanted to ask a DM to ask him to move, but I didn’t want to interrupt what I was doing. It’s not that he was creepy; he was just staring really hard at us.”

* XtraLongGuyInSA: subject kept to himself and didn’t talk to anyone initially — “When this domme came in, though, he made a beeline for her and they had clearly negotiated stuff beforehand because he was instantly sub. I’ve seen her around but not him so I don’t think they were dating or anything. Only time I saw him.”

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Sweetheart’s Diary, 9/3/14

“Did I do good, Daddy?”

He nodded and smiled at me. I was sitting on his lap on the couch, his laptop next to us, and I wiggled a little with pleasure. But then he said, “I really think we should leave this until tomorrow. We should get back to bed–“

“Uh-uh!” I said it with mock-indignation, but I meant it, too. “If we go to bed, no matter what you do, I won’t stop thinking about this.”

He caught my eyes and I stared right back into his. He broke first with a sigh. “Fine, but if you’re a sleepy girl tomorrow, don’t think that’ll get you off the hook when I want my sweetheart to listen to me.”

I put my hand on my heart. “I promise to be a good girl, Daddy.”

He took that hand and kissed it, first my palm and then each of my fingertips. I giggled. Daddy might be in charge but he isn’t capable of resisting me. I’m too cute, and he knows it. “So, what do we know? Tell Daddy what information we can best use.”

I reached over for his laptop and put it on my lap so I could scroll through what we’d put together. I’d worked with Daddy before, helping him out on occasion with data entry for his consulting jobs, and I knew what to look for. “We know what he looks like. Unremarkable, mostly.”

Daddy nodded. “Looks like pretty much every other mid-30s white male sub in good shape.”

“He says it takes him two hours to get to Atlanta, but he might have been rounding up or down. He also said he lived ‘not too far’ from Winston-Salem, and it took him a while to get to Orlando. So he probably lives in the southeast.” I grew up just outside of Charlotte but went to school in Atlanta, so I was very familiar with the drive up and down 85. “I’m guessing South Carolina, even though he doesn’t sound like it.”

“So, a transplant.”

“Yeah.” I looked over the document again. “This thing about ‘the 10’… what was it you said about that TV show?” Daddy was full of useless factoids; I’d never thought one would actually be helpful in any way. “You can tell if a TV show is written by people who did the research just by how they refer to the roads.”

“Guilty.” Daddy’s hand, which had been on my hip, moved down to my butt and squeezed it. I felt a smile on my lips; I liked when Daddy touched my butt. “Most people who say ‘the’ in front of a highway number are from California, or at least the west coast.”

“Okay.” I opened a new tab and, one-handed, typed 50 state license plates into the address bar. I clicked one of the links Google gave me and started to scroll. “So if we trust that there are only six characters on the plate, like–” I tabbed back for a moment– “like thenightisyoung said, then it can really only be Georgia, South Carolina, or Tennessee.”

“I think you’re right about South Carolina. It would more than two hours to go from Tennessee to Atlanta unless he lived in Chattanooga.” Daddy was running his palm gently over my lower back now. His hand was very warm, and the warmth seemed to seep through my skin and go all the way to my tummy. I think he noticed it, too; I felt his cock stir a little under my bare thighs. “So we’ve got someone probably from California, but lives in South Carolina now. Greenville, most likely.”

I nodded. “It would take forever to check everyone from South Carolina on Kinkster, though, even if we could do it.”

“I can. Or, at least, I can scrape all the data with a script. But that would be unethical, and anyway if his profile is friends-only I’d never see him.”

“Wait,” I said. “You can do that?”

“Yeah. The way the user profile pages are configured–“

I had put my fingers on his mouth. “Let’s just hope no one else figures that out.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Daddy’s too smart.”

“Sometimes.” He closed the laptop, but when I protested, he said, “we’ve done all we can tonight. Tomorrow I’ll have someone I know run a public records search on the vehicle and see what we can find.” In the dim light coming through the shaded window, I’m sure he saw my face, because his got stern. “Tomorrow, sweetheart.”

I sighed. “Okay, Daddy. Tomorrow.”

“Now, let’s get this little girl back to bed, yes?”

I got up and held out a hand, which he took, although he got up with all his own strength instead of borrowing mine. “Can you help me fall back asleep? ‘Cause I’m not sleepy.”

He took me in his arms and smiled at me. “I think I can do that.” His hand found my butt and squeezed again. “Walk in front of me. I want to watch.”

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Tomorrow: the finale!