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drawing them up to his shoulder blades,
    his head dangling, his slender legs stretched out behind him. Kael loved his boy‟s
    arse. He loved the perfect roundness of the buttocks and how they went from cream

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    colored to bright pink and then scarlet under his hand. He loved the boy‟s narrow,
    slender hips and thighs. For a long minute, he looked at Angel‟s backside, caressing
    it gently with his big hand, covering both buttocks at once, enjoying the satiny
    smoothness of the skin. When he looked up at himself in the mirror, he saw Angel
    looking at him expectantly, anticipation and longing in his beautiful gray eyes and
    open mouth. Angel‟s cheeks were pink and hot from excitement and vulnerability.
    “I‟m going to enjoy this,” Kael said and watched every last bit of tension melt
    from Angel‟s body.
    Kael raised his hand and brought it down lightly across Angel‟s buttocks.
    Raised it again and landed a harder spank. Slowly and with measured strokes, he
    increased the intensity, watching the beautiful buttocks tense and redden beneath
    his hand. The room was completely silent except for the loud crack of his hand when
    it landed on his boy‟s backside, and Angel‟s increasingly labored breathing.
    “Good boy. This will make you stronger. This will make you a better boy.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” Angel‟s words came out on a long breath, high-pitched and
    followed by a gentle moan.
    “Let it out, boy.”
    Kael knew Angel was holding in his emotions, and that he had been holding
    them in ever since the moment he found his all-powerful daddy naked and half-dead
    in a filthy cellar. Since leaving Paris, he had been the most perfect, obedient boy. He
    had laughed and joked and been very flippant about the scalpel kill, about
    everything that had happened. If he didn‟t purge all the fear and anger and
    revulsion that had stuck in his throat over finding the man he admired bound and
    helpless, and over having to be intimate with one of the men responsible, then it
    would come back to bite him later. It was a huge burden of emotion for a teenager.
    “How do you feel, Angel?” He continued to spank at a steady, even pace.
    “Good, Daddy, good.”
    “Give me a word, boy.”
    Angel panted hard and then said, “Green.”
    “I can‟t hear you.” He had heard perfectly, but he wanted Angel to demand
    more.
    “Green!”
    Kael continued to spank at the same even, heavy pace.
    “Daddy! Green!” Angel said louder.
    Another minute passed and Kael didn‟t increase the level of intensity.
    Experienced at being spanked, Angel knew Kael wasn‟t exerting increased pressure.
    “Sir?” he questioned.
    “Tell me what you need, boy. Be loud and be clear. Tell me.”
    “Sir, green! Green! Green!” Angel screamed.
    Yes, that’s it, boy. Demand what you need from your master.

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    With every ounce of his strength and will, Kael let fly with his hand. Faster
    and harder than he had ever spanked any sub, he belabored Angel‟s buttocks and
    then began to work his way down the thighs almost to the knees, reddening first
    one leg, then the other before working his way back to the buttocks again. Even,
    hard as a leather strap, Kael spanked. Had he not allowed momentum to assist and
    guide his arm, he would have exhausted himself within minutes. But the careful
    pacing and strategic placement of his hand allowed him to continue until his boy‟s
    buttocks were scarlet and swollen.
    And at last Angel started screaming.
    Long, piercing shrieks burst from his throat. His body jerked with pain and
    pleasure commingling to create a catharsis of emotion. His legs had been dangling,
    his toes touching the floor. Now they stiffened behind him, rising and stretching
    straight out. His head and shoulders rose up until his body was stiff and straight
    across Kael‟s legs. For one surreal moment, Kael thought Angel would levitate off
    his knees. But he had the boy grounded, tethered to his body with the unrelenting
    pressure of his hand.
    The screaming reached a pitch that hurt Kael‟s ears, and still he did not stop
    spanking. Angel was approaching a crisis, a doorway he needed to pass through,
    just as a fever needs to break in order for the patient to recover. His own cock had
    hardened as the spanking progressed. It had stretched the front of his jockstrap
    when Angel started to react. His boy‟s body stretched out straight and he knew
    Angel‟s orgasm was