Once Samandriel was in position, Carrick ran his hand slowly over the exposed skin of the slave's backside, delighting in how soft and smooth it was. The creamy thighs were like warm silk under his touch. His ass was so pale and beautifully white... but not for long.
He picked up the bottle of lubricant that Hemes had used, and dripped some of the slippery liquid onto the fingers of his right hand.He vampire gave a dark, secretive smile as Samandriel looked back over his shoulder to question him.
"Nothing at all, beautiful one" he said quietly. He was silent for a moment. "But it won't be any worse than what was done to me a hundred times when I was mortal."
He stepped lightly forwards, and spent a long, last moment enjoying the feel of unmarked skin before he lifted his left hand and brought it down sharply in a series of slow, viciously hard spanks, right on the fullest part of the upturned cheeks.