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    butt plug.
    “I‟m sorry, Daddy. I couldn‟t help it.”
    The anger that had risen so quickly inside Kael subsided just as quickly at the
    pained apology. If Angel was an experienced sub, he would flog him without mercy
    for such an indiscretion. But he was an eighteen-year-old novice. Kael walked
    around in front of him and squatted to find tears dripping down the boy‟s cheeks.
    He took a handful of paper tissues from the box and wiped the boy‟s eyes. “Blow.”
    He held the tissues over Angel‟s nose and waited. Angel blew hard, and Kael wiped
    him clean. “Stop crying, boy,” he said firmly. “You made a mistake, but I take half
    the responsibility. I should have put the cock ring on you first.”
    Angel‟s cheeks were scarlet with embarrassment at his mistake. “Sorry,
    Daddy. It‟s bad enough doing it in the bedroom, but in the dungeon, it‟s just wrong.”
    His passion was comical, but Kael accepted the apology with gravity.
    “Good boy. I‟m going to put the cock ring on you now. That will help. I want
    you to succeed, not fail through lack of support.” Kael opened the cock ring and
    fastened it snugly with the metal snap around Angel‟s cock and balls, forcing them
    forward, the balls straining in their red sac. The butt plug remained in place, and
    the rim and gravity would keep it there.
    “Speak to me, Angel,” Kael said, walking to the wall to select a paddle.
    “Daddy, I‟m sorry I screwed up.”

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    “You are completely forgiven. Now be in the moment and talk to me.”
    “I‟m ready to be paddled, Daddy.”
    “Good boy.”
    Kael had four paddles, two wooden and two leather. One had flexible steel
    sandwiched between two pieces of black leather. No, that would be far too harsh.
    Over the months he had pushed Angel to his limit, and as his limits expanded, he
    would push him further, but he was always careful with a new instrument or
    technique. He took the dark red leather paddle he had used on him.
    Standing behind his boy, Kael grabbed Angel‟s buttocks in one hand and
    massaged deeply. Angel began to pant. “Give me a word, boy.”
    “Green,” Angel said with complete sureness. “Thank you, Sir.”
    Taking his stance, feet apart, knees slightly bent, Kael raised the paddle and
    landed a firm, light spank across both of Angel‟s buttocks. He followed it with
    another and another, each fractionally harder than the last. “Give me a word,” he
    said as the speed and power of the strokes increased.
    “Green, Daddy.”
    “Good boy.” Without missing a stroke, Kael worked harder and faster. His cock
    swelled, the veins throbbing down the length of the shaft. He kept the paddle
    focused on Angel‟s buttocks, which were perfectly warmed up and receiving the
    blows with excellent resilience. It took several minutes of hard spanking just to
    raise welts. “Keep your breathing even,” he instructed.
    Without pausing, Kael scanned Angel‟s body and found him completely at
    ease, resting with no strain, no tension as he absorbed the blows. The sound of the
    paddle making contact with the beautiful buttocks filled his consciousness. Angel‟s
    slender body, so fair, contrasting with his scarlet buttocks, made Kael‟s juice start
    to flow. Precum oozed from the swollen, red tip of his cock. He was almost ready to
    fuck his boy.
    Angel lifted his chin up out of the chin rest, arching his back slightly. The
    slender muscles in his thighs began to tense, and Kael knew it was not the pain of
    the paddle but a desperate need to orgasm, foiled by the cock ring that arrested
    Angel‟s body.
    Yet he continued to paddle, on and on, the sound filling the dungeon, filling his
    consciousness. Angel‟s hard panting became long-drawn-out moans. Kael‟s boy was
    becoming a man before his eyes, and his ability to take pain and keep his mental
    integrity was astounding for a boy of his age.
    Unable to wait any longer to be joined with his beautiful boy, Kael brought the
    paddling slowly and carefully to a halt and stood catching his breath and
    equilibrium. The motion of wielding the paddle took over his whole body, setting it
    swaying so that if he stopped abruptly, he could lose his balance from the
    suddenness of it. When he could move, he walked slowly to the wall to return the
    paddle.

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    From the shelf, Kael took a box of Trojans and removed one from the sachet.
    His cock felt ready to burst as he rolled on the