Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

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    Watching Daddy, he waited for a response. Nothing. Daddy remained absolutely
    still, neither speaking nor looking at him. A range of emotions swept through him, from
    the desire to throw down the paddle and have a tantrum to wanting to reason with
    Daddy.
    Moaning with distress, Angel took his stance, feet spread to brace his slender
    body. He doubted one arm had enough power in it to make an impact, so he grasped
    the handle with both hands exactly the way he had been taught at Redmond to hold a
    cricket bat. Swinging it back, he landed a perfect swat across the middle of Daddy’s
    buttocks. Daddy’s indrawn breath and the tensing of his muscles told him he had hit
    hard. Maybe it was too hard. He should have started out light like Daddy did with a
    paddling or spanking.
    “Should I go lighter, Sir?”
    No answer. He was going to get nothing from Daddy. He started again, lighter
    this time, his arms already aching from the weight of the paddle. One, two, three, and
    then he found a rhythm that swept through his whole body. His arms stopped aching
    as momentum worked with him to swing the paddle. For a moment, he forgot it was his
    beloved Daddy he was paddling. It was a backside, a gorgeous, hard backside growing
    redder and redder as the welts began to rise. Panting in rhythm with the paddle, he
    remembered to ask, hoping he would get an answer this time to give him some
    direction.
    “Sir, give me a word.”
    “Green.” Direction made him feel secure to continue—but he had been hoping for
    red.
    Daddy always said time stood still in the dungeon, and there was no way to tell
    since there was no clock in there. But he must have been paddling for well over five
    minutes, the momentum of his swing making it remarkably easy to keep going and to
    increase the intensity. It got physically easier the longer he did it, but the emotions
    remained the same. He was flogging his daddy.
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    Alert to every movement, he saw Daddy lower his head until it drooped between
    his upstretched arms. Daddy’s shoulders began to sag ever so slightly. Say red, say red .
    He willed Daddy to stop him.
    To Angel’s immense relief, the word was finally uttered on a long-drawn-out
    breath. “Red.”
    Angel dropped the paddle and sank onto all fours, panting hard with both relief
    and exhaustion. Suddenly remembering his duty, he jumped to his feet. “Come and lie
    down, Sir, on your belly on the table.” Angel took his hand, but Daddy did not need
    assistance. He strode to the leather-topped torture table and stretched out on his belly.
    From the supply shelves, Angel took a jar of arnica cream.
    With sure hands, he massaged cream into the scarlet, welted buttocks of the man
    he loved, and when he looked at Daddy’s face, he saw a smile of such perfect serenity
    that he was confused. “Why, Sir? You never got a hard-on through the whole thing, so I
    know it doesn’t turn you on like it does with me.”
    “Just testing my endurance, and yours, boy. You did well.”
    With another dollop of cream on his fingers, Angel massaged it gently but firmly
    into Daddy’s buttocks, enjoying healing the flesh he had just tortured. “Sir, it was
    horrible. I hated it. I’m a sub. I don’t want to be a dom, and I don’t want to beat my
    daddy.”
    “No, but you do have to obey me in absolutely everything.” Daddy sat up and
    swung his legs over the side of the table. “God, my arse hurts.” His expression was
    halfway between a grin and a wince.
    Placing both hands on Daddy’s knees, Angel looked up at him. “How was my
    technique, Sir?”
    “Not bad for a first time, but you need to start out slower next time and pace
    yourself better. You were panting after the first few strokes, but your timing improved
    as you went along.”
    “Sir, I never want to do that again.”
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    Taking Angel’s face in both hands, Daddy looked into his eyes. “It’s hard to stay
    present when you’re in pain, not without screaming. You spend a lot of time in
    subspace when I flog or paddle you, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir. It’s the most amazing trip in the world. I love it. But when you spank
    me, I mostly stay present. Spanking still really hurts, but it’s different. The arousal is
    different too. I love spanking more than anything.”
    “If you were in a situation where you were in pain but also in danger, you’d