Azale’s long ears twitch “Aye~! What are y’ doin’!? Set me down y’ brute!” The hell hound squeaked before growling in his dragon-kin language. The draconic curses were surely noticeable directed at the demeanor of looks and appearances. The smaller squirmed a bit before stretching out and arm in hopes of reaching the knife which he fell short of by five inches.

Kalthorn gave him a good shaking and shifted away from the knife before he grabbed the other man's trousers and yanked them down to his ankles. "Don't think I don't know what you're saying, brat," he stated. "I'm fluent in that tongue as well as three others, so there's not a whole lot you can hide from me!" He growled and slammed the palm of his hand against his backside.

At this Azale le out a small grizzled, growl. A hiss replaced it at the hit and he jerked in slight surprise from the after sting. He shifted nails clawing at what ever came in reach but were unable to surpass the thick layers of cloth. “Aye.” He shifted still in a bit of determinate to escape. “You’re a strange one don’t ch’ya know? Most other’s would h’ve taken me hand then to humiliate me!” he huffed as dark violet bang fell over his face. The youngster's voice seemed to pick up a bit of accent as his emotion changed.

He snorted. "Well, I'm not like most other people," he responded, pickingup pace and slapping the younger man's backside harder and faster than before, aiming for his sit spots to let him know that he was not pleased.

Azale shifted uncomfortably. “Aye~! That hurts~! Let me go else ye shall get a bad coin.” The saying may or may not have made logical reference to the older. Azale bit down on his lover lip most of his struggles starting to subside, as he reached the conclusion that he couldn’t escape. The small pain was really starting to build quickly though.

"It shall be worth it if I can straighten someone like you out," he answered, slapping him more rapidly now. "Perhaps my hand won't do it though... perhaps I should employ a switch. I'm certain THAT would change this attitude of yours."

Azale squirmed in slight pain. He resisted the urge to look over his shoulder at the other falling silent. “Oh no I think I’ve learned enough already.” He hissed. He didn’t know what a switch was but figured it was probably worse then this. “Aye; I’ll make it up to ye’-Just stop already~!” he squeaked feeling his eyes start to treed a small bit of water.

"Oh, I do wish I could believe that," Kalthorn said, snapping a flexible branch off of the low-hanging tree. "But now, I don't think I can." The switch feel with little warning, cracking against the unprotected bottom and leaving a bright red line where it had crashed down.

His bright green eyes widened and his breath caught for a moment with a slight yelping sound as his grip on the elder’s leg tightened. His struggles seemed to return a bit. Azale sniffled a bit falling quiet silent as if he lost his voice for a moment and only squirmed in protest to get away.

However, the wolf wasn't about to let him up yet, and the spanking continued, the switch falling swiftly, leaving a large trail of red lines wherever it felt. He was going to make sure that this little thief remembered this lesson every time he sat down for a very, very long time.