Gabriel was forgetting his manners. Usually he did not touch, did not take, did not ask unless Paul allowed it. He supposed the distance could have explained Gabriel's affections but it did not excuse the lapse in discipline. Paul was secretly glad for it, he had wanted to beat Gabriel tonight and now he had a reason.<br/><br/>He grabbed Gabriel once again by the hair, his grip forceful and cruel as he pulled the boy away from Paul's body so that he could look into his eyes.<br/><br/>"Who said you could speak?" He asked flatly, coldly.<br/><br/>Gabriel was allowed to express his gratitude but other than that he would remain quiet until given permission. He knew the rules, he knew the rules<i>very</i>well, so he must have spoken with the hope of being punished for it. Good thing then that Paul adored the punishing too.<br/><br/>"Are we forgetting ourselves, Gabriel?" He asked carefully. The question was a test and what happened next was entirely dependent on Gabriel's response.<br/><br/>If he remained silent then it was permission for Paul to do whatever he decided, taking the choice completely away from Gabriel.<br/><br/>If he apologized then Gabriel would be spanked harshly, either by Paul's hand or a paddle, and then fucked very roughly, though not always by Paul's cock.<br/><br/>If he agreed and said he forgot himself then Gabriel would be strapped to the bed where he would be tortured by any number of toys that Paul picked out and wouldnt be allowed to come until Paul said so.<br/><br/>If he asked to be disciplined, Paul would tie Gabriel up in any configuration he wanted and beat the boy until he was sobbing. That was often a favorite of Paul's, and the one he hoped for as he waited for Gabriel to make his choice.