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now…well.” He shrugged as if the rest was
    obvious.
    “Have I been bad-tempered?” Kael asked quietly.
    “You‟ve been a bit edgy since about November, but since your classes started
    on January second, you‟ve been bad-tempered.”

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    Kael released a long sigh as guilt washed over him. “I‟m sorry, sweetheart.”
    “You‟re still the best daddy in the world,” Angel said quickly and slid onto
    Kael‟s lap, resting his head on his shoulder. “I love you.”
    “If I was your teacher, would you be scared of me?” Kael asked, knowing even
    though his boy was always respectful, he always told the truth when he was asked
    for it.
    “Sir, if I didn‟t know you like I know you, yes, I‟d be terrified.”
    For some time, they sat without speaking. Kael knew he was a scary person
    when he wanted to be scary. But it was news to him that he was scary even when
    he wasn‟t trying, and the knowledge left him somewhat defeated. “Come on. It‟s
    almost ten o‟clock.” Kael cradled Angel in his arms and stood up, carrying his boy
    with him. He walked straight to the bedroom and set him on the bed. “Get
    undressed. I was going to take you into the dungeon tonight, but I suspect your arse
    is bruised already from the paddle.”
    Angel stood up and began to strip. “I‟m okay, Daddy. I know I had it coming.”
    Kael threw his jeans and T-shirt into the wash basket even though he had
    worn them only a couple of hours. He strode into the bathroom and began to brush
    his teeth. Angel followed and went straight to the shower stall to turn on the water.
    When it was the perfect temperature, he followed Kael‟s cue and brushed his teeth
    before getting into the shower with him.
    Grabbing the loofah, Angel poured shower gel onto it and began to scrub Kael‟s
    back. Kael spread his feet, placing both hands on the tiled wall as if he was being
    frisked, enjoying the devoted attention of his boy and the sensual pleasure of being
    scrubbed. When Angel reached his arse, he knelt behind Kael to scrub it. The
    sensation of the rough surface of the loofah rubbing up and down, over and between
    his buttocks, made Kael‟s cock go rigid with the pure pleasure of it.
    Kael looked over his shoulder to see Angel, water cascading over his head, his
    eyes closed, his mouth open. The tip of his tongue darted out tantalizingly at the
    cleft of Kael‟s buttocks. “Do it,” Kael said and spread his feet wider to accommodate
    Angel‟s mouth.
    Angel dropped the loofah and gripped Kael‟s buttocks, forcing his face between
    them. His tongue made contact with Kael‟s anus, and Kael moaned, letting his head
    drop forward between his shoulders. The soaring pleasure as Angel‟s tongue made
    fast, firm circles around his anus clutched at his groin, sending hot arrows of
    pleasure shooting through the hard muscles of his belly. “Ohhh, good boy,” he
    moaned. Kael grabbed his thick, engorged cock and ran his hand up and down the
    shaft until his orgasm exploded. The strong circular motion of Angel‟s tongue
    lapping his anus and the wonderful pressure of the hot water gushing over his skin
    magnified his orgasm. Moaning uncontrollably, Kael clenched his buttocks so
    tightly he pushed Angel‟s face away.
    Still engulfed in the hot, all-encompassing aftermath, Kael couldn‟t move. He
    felt Angel stand behind him and hug him hard around the waist, pressing his cheek

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    into Kael‟s back. “I love you, Daddy.” At length Kael turned and drew his boy to his
    chest before they finished showering.
    In the bedroom, Kael looked for the first time at Angel‟s buttocks. A thick,
    wide bruise was beginning to develop. “Your bum‟s going to be sore in school
    tomorrow.”
    Angel looked at him. “I‟ll think of you every time I sit down, Daddy.”
    “Oh yeah? What will you think?”
    Angel plumped up the pillows and drew back the duvet. “I‟ll think how lucky I
    am to have a daddy who disciplines me and keeps me on the straight and narrow
    and never lets me get away with being an ass.”
    “Good boy.”
    Angel never held a grudge about his discipline and always took it like a man.
    He wanted desperately to be a good boy and actively sought out Kael‟s advice and
    guidance about his behavior. He was a strange mixture of maturity and childlike
    innocence.
    Kael slid between the cool sheets and Angel got in beside him, laying his head
    on Kael‟s shoulder.
    My