Angel and the Assassin

forget the world for a while.
    “Daddy, what are you thinking? Bet I know.”
    “What?”
    “You‟re thinking you‟d like to spank my ass.”
    Kael laughed. “Yes, that‟s exactly what I was thinking. Come on; let‟s have
    you.” He stretched his legs out and lifted Angel over his lap. The boy stretched out

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    flat across Kael‟s body with his legs extended and his head hanging off the bed.
    “Hands at your tailbone.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel obeyed, tucking his hands behind his back and clasping them.
    All the tension melted out of his body, and he lay in complete submission, waiting
    for his daddy‟s hand.
    “Boy, you‟ve got the sweetest, peachiest butt cheeks and the most beautiful
    long, lean thighs. I don‟t know whether to spank you or eat you, you‟re such a tasty
    morsel.”
    Angel laughed, making his buttocks quiver. With one hand Kael took Angel‟s
    clasped hands and held them tightly. With the other he began to massage Angel‟s
    backside and thighs, rubbing and kneading. At once the boy began to moan softly,
    “Ooohh Daddy, that‟s so good.”
    The first spank wasn‟t heavy and didn‟t leave a mark, but Kael decided to
    build up the intensity quickly. The second slap was hard but still careful. Angel‟s
    moaning and total submission excited Kael, making him want to go in harder.
    Within minutes he had built up a good pace, and he was rewarded by watching
    Angel‟s body tense, stretch, and elongate.
    “Daddy, I need to come, pleeease!” The words came out in a high-pitched,
    sharp-edged cry.
    “Go ahead. When you‟re ready, boy.”
    Angel‟s body jerked, and he let out a scream, arching his back and kicking his
    legs against the mattress. Kael spanked harder and faster to accommodate his
    climax, feeling a great sense of satisfaction as Angel slowly became still. He
    continued to rub the sweet, round buttocks, which clenched and released
    rhythmically. “Good boy, Angel, good boy.” He reached out to stroke the soft blond
    hair and after a while said, “Come and lie beside me, sweetheart.” When Angel
    didn‟t respond, Kael realized he had fallen asleep.
    “That was a hell of a good spanking. It knocked you right out.” He lifted Angel
    tenderly into his place and drew the duvet up over his shoulders. What the hell had
    got into him, calling a boy sweetheart? He kissed the soft, pale cheek, put out the
    light, and got out of bed. He went quickly to the bathroom to wipe Angel‟s cum off
    his legs and returned to slide his book out from under the mattress. He put on his
    dressing gown and left Angel to sleep.
    In the utility room he put the blanket in the tumble drier, no longer seeing just
    a rag but something that had made Angel‟s life easier for all those years. In the
    living room he poured a whiskey and sat down in an armchair. When the book was
    complete, comprising his early experiences and some of his many missions over the
    last ten years, he would put it in a safety deposit box and leave the key for his mum.
    She may be shocked at some of it, but she would understand.

    I saw Shawn years later when I was 22 and in training with SIS. It was
    pouring down, a grey, cold day in London. When I first spotted him standing by

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    Nelson’s Column in Piccadilly Circus, I stopped in my tracks. It couldn’t be him. He
    lived in Liverpool, and as far as I knew he wasn’t the adventurous type. I had always
    assumed he was still in Liverpool collecting the dole or living off some woman like he
    did off my mum.
    I stood with rain pouring down the neck of my jacket, staring at him. The love
    that had driven me insane that summer when was I was 14 surged through me
    again at the sight of him. I wondered if I still loved him, if I could ever feel that
    excited and happy again.
    I hated everyone after that summer with Shawn. Even Freddie who had become
    such a good friend got a smack in the face he didn’t deserve and wouldn’t speak to
    me again until Christmas.
    A woman walked past Shawn and he held his hand out. The woman rooted
    through her bag and handed him something. He was begging! I could have died of
    shame for him. I walked over and stood in front of him. He held out his hand and
    looked up into my eyes. The recognition took a second and then he grinned, the grin
    that used to melt my heart. “All right, mate?” he said. He looked surprised.
    “Yes, I’m all right,” I told him.
    He said, “You’ve lost your