Mrs Emerson Michaels

Home bitter sweet, 1

I felt pain, I'm not talking about the current physical pain, but the pain of knowing I fu*ked thinks up for myself and for Sam. Sammy didn't deserve this ,and I screwed up I'm the reason we left NY city now wallowing in my own self pity party. I think Sam's mad at me ,and I don't blame her.

Sebastian stayed quiet the majority of our ride to the airport. He was pretty pissed off I had caused such an issue over a seven minute waiting. I wasn't feeling great about anything the only thing I felt was guilt. I mean I should feel this way my good behavior hated me for some reason I guess that's why I could never just except letting things be an excepting consequences.

My life at this moment was in shit I sighed quietly to myself staring out of the window. Sebastian sat next to me as he let me be for the flight back. I slept falling asleep on his shoulder
tiring my eyes out looking at the clouds we flew.

Hours later we landed down, Sebastian gently woke me up his voice trails in my ear. As we got off the plane Sebastian took my free hand having already one hand carrying my luggage package. We got into our car and drove home.

I got scared again being that we were on our way home Sebastian had promised a severely thero punishment awaiting me at home and I prayed that during the last several hours he would have forgotten about it by now, but I was so wrong.

As soon as we arrived home his voice was back to strict and dominative.

"Go inside and get to your nose in the corner." I gulped silently to myself as I got out went inside and got fully undressed, I stood in the corner of our living room hands behind my head, and feet together. Sebastian soon comes inside, I could hear the sound of his movements as he sat everything away in their places.

I didn't know what was in store for me, but I wasn't about to ask that would just be stupid. Sebastian sat down I knew he sat down, because I could here our television playing, he was sitting on the couch now.

A few minutes late, he was still there my arms were giving in again ,his eyes I could know for sure that he would go toward my direction

. I'd drop my arms, and he'd order me to put them back to my head. I wasn't told how long but I had a feeling it would be a while, knowing my husband I'd stand here for about a half hour or close to that, while he'd watch whatever he wanted I don't ever look back because I don't wanna make my punishment any worse then would already be; so I waited.

"Emerson ,come here." He called me as he turned off the TV. I went to him finally dropping my arms down in a heavy sigh and walked to him.

He pointed in front of him and I go to stand where he wanted me. He looked at me for a few seconds before standing up he took my arm, and turned me over his knee.

"I'm going to thoroughly spank you , then wash out that mouth, after that your going to write lines until I tell you to stop before that though you'll be another round of spanking by some caning round."

He paused for a moment so that i could process the information, I gulped.

"After your caning you'll be standing in the corner some more then you'll get my belt over the couch then after dinner a night time spanking then bed, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." I whispered quietly,but loud enough for him to hear.

And then he started over my body, felt nothing but cold air my full body exposed from every possible angle.

He kept to his word and began to sharply spank me from the start no warm up just straight to the point.

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