Samandriel let out a high pitched whine when that hand curled around his cock, one that only got louder when the smack itself came and he felt skin break under the paddle.
"Please," he begged desperately. "Please, master. I need you." Just like Carrick promised, the young angel was in tears, needing him more than he was sure he needed anything before in his life. "Please," he gasped again when shifting only brought more pressure inside him.