Angel and the Assassin by Fyn Alexander Page A

was able to get a cab on The Mall and they were home in ten minutes. He decided before they walked in the door that he had to impress on Angel once and for all that he must obey him and not put himself in danger again.
    “Go to the dungeon, take your clothes off, and wait for me.” He bolted the door.
    “Are we going to play, Sir?” Angel asked, his voice filled with excitement.
    “Do as you‟re told,” Kael said.
    He hung their jackets in the hall cupboard and removed his boots, entering the dungeon barefoot but still fully dressed. He locked the door, placing the key out of reach as he always did when he had a sub in his dungeon, and then carefully positioned a straight-backed chair in the open space in the middle of the room and sat down. Angel stood naked, watching him. “Aren‟t you going to get undressed, Daddy? You‟re Daddy in here, right?”
    “Right.” Kael patted his knee. “Come here.”
    “Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” Angel came to stand directly in front of him, biting his lower lip in anticipation. He looked so excited that Kael almost relented. But he couldn‟t. He took Angel‟s arm and guided him until he stood sideways between Kael‟s thighs.
    “Over my knee.”
    Angel obeyed instantly, and Kael hoisted him over his right thigh, using his left to trap Angel‟s legs. With his right hand he pushed the boy‟s shoulders down until Angel hung with his head nearly touching the floor. “Put your hands behind your back.” Again Angel obeyed without pause, clasping his hands behind him, leaving him completely vulnerable. Kael pressed his right hand into the middle of Angel‟s back, holding him down.
    He cupped the small round buttocks with his big hand, then raised it and landed a great hard slap right across the cleft. Angel let out a scream, and Kael released a volley of hard spanks to both buttocks. Unable to move or even wriggle, and with no warm-up to prepare him, Angel screamed for the first few minutes as pain wracked his body; then, breathless, he cried, “Daddy, stop! Please stop, please!”
    Kael continued spanking for another full minute after Angel stopped begging.
    Still not releasing his tight grip on the boy, he stopped abruptly, resting his hand on the scarlet buttocks where the skin was raised and inflamed. Angel released a small sob that was somewhere between pain and relief that his punishment was over.
    Slowly Kael opened his thighs, allowing Angel to tumble to the wood floor, landing on his hands and knees. Panting, rubbing his sore backside, he looked up at Kael, confused, fighting back tears. “That wasn‟t a spanking, was it? That was an ass whipping.”
    Kael reached out tenderly, taking Angel‟s trembling chin. “Yes. It was an arse whipping for disobedience. What did I tell you about obeying me?” He was no longer angry but merely uncompromising.
    Angel rose up on his knees. “Sir, you said don‟t fart without permission.”
    “That‟s what I said,” Kael agreed. “And what did you do? You went out alone without permission after I told you not to leave the flat.”
    “Sir, I was bored and you were asleep. There‟s nothing to do here. You don‟t have a computer, or I couldn‟t find one. I couldn‟t figure out the TV.”
    “So you disobeyed me?” Kael looked at him.
    “Sorry, Daddy, but I thought you forgave me in the park.” No longer on the verge of tears, Angel knelt, listening, seeming to understand without feeling resentful, in control of himself again.
    “I did forgive you, but that didn‟t mean I excused your punishment. You disobeyed me. Do you want to be my boy?” Kael asked.
    “Yes, Sir, I want to be your boy.”
    “Then you have to obey me, even when you get bored.”
    “Sir, what‟s the difference between a daddy‟s boy and a slave?”
    “It‟s a matter of degree; there‟s a greater level of affection and indulgence between a daddy and his boy, but a sub still has to obey his top.” Kael opened his arms. “Come