“Armand, we talked about this. It is a no.” He told him as he sat at his desk and put his pencil behind his ear before looking at him. “Shall we do what you asked about? Do I need to start hurting you to make you not want your drugs?”
Armand went serious very fast, and scrunched up his face. He shook his head and whimpered. “N-non, please don’t do that,” he murmured. “I’ve already had my ribs broken. P-please don’t break me,” he squeaked. He risked a glance at the vampire, with tears in his eyes. “Please stick to spanking. I swear it’ll help. I just… two tiny smacks was nothin’ compared to what I’m used to. My Papa used’ta beat my ass with his belt. When you… when you took me over your knee, I thought I wouldn’t be leaving it ‘til my ass was red and sore, and… I was surprised you hadn’t even taken my pants d-… down. Please don’t break me.”
“I would do more than just break your ribs, I can break your mind as well dont ever forget that….No I will not leave your ass sore and red unless you deserve it. I will not break you if you do not give me a reason to. Do we understand each other now Armand?” THe vampire asked as he let straightened his own shirt and gave him a small smile.
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