A fierce hunger rose in Carrick as Michael nodded silently. The boy really was his already. ormalyl it would take weeks of either honeyed seduction or the brutal slap of leather against bare skin before a slave boy became so utterly pliant and devoted. Michael had sworn his eternal devotion after barely an hour with him.
Carrick did not miss the pained movements Michael made as he draped himself over his waiting lap.
If he were a less of a disciplinarian, the vampire would have been shocked when Michael slowly drew up the nightgown to bare himself for punishment. His thighs and ass were striped scarlet with the marks of a heavy cane, while the thongs of a whip had striped his back.
He laid his cool palm on the swell of one buttock.
"I'm being merciful, slave. Normally that kind of insolence would result in a whipping... but you acted from good intentions, and in any case to lash you right now would hardly do any good, I doubt you'd feel it on top of all these welts. So this will just be a short but very hard handspanking. I trust you'll benefit from it."
He readjusted Michael's position slightly so that his head was facing towards Camilla. He wanted the weretiger to see the rapture that he was sure would be in Michael's eyes as he was punished.
Carrick ran his hand in soothing circles over Michael's ass until he was sure the boy was prepared for his discipline. "Now lie still, and take your spanking like a good boy."
Without further pause, he struck, just as hard as he had promised. His hand flashed down again and again delivering a hard volley of punishing spanks at full force. He did not give the boy a warmup - his blows were fast and hard from the beginning.
"Are you learning to respect Ms Marsters, slave?" He asked quietly, without pausing in the brutal bombardment of Michael's already-punished rear.