Husband's switch ⅔

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“Sebastian, I’m really sorry I know I shouldn’t have done it…” I softly brought up my wrong, he hadn’t said anything just tended up to my ass, I could feel his fingers gently pressed againist  my thigh, as he had me lay across the seats of our couch  . “Sir…?” I protest when he was just focused on applieing cream to my rear. 

His gaze shifts from my bottom to my eyes as I look back my hair sliding to my right.His eyes resembling disbelif. “What made you do it?” the way he ask is like- well like I’ve asked myself that same question again and again. Why do I… “I- I donno?” It wasn’t lying or was it i have no reason to disobey yet always seemed to for some reason, Am i really  that bratty?

His gaze shifts from my bottom to my eyes as I look back my hair sliding off my right shoulder.His eyes resembling disbelif. “What made you do it?” the way he ask is like- well like I’ve asked myself that same question again and again. Why do I… “I- I donno?” It wasn’t lying or was it I have no reason to disobey yet always seemed to for some reason.

“...I’m done Em,but don’t move.” his words held decorum and order. Sebastian stands up while  I submitted,staying as he’d asked.

“Sebastian please im sorry don’t put it i-in, not the ass plug! ” I wiggles away or tried to, but it only caused me to get my thigh slapped

 “Stop and hold still! language! ” a hiss went through my teeth as he slapped forcefully down my red burning ass four times on each cheek. “Ahh Ahh I’m sorry!! Please!!” i cried and he stopped.

“You curse again I won’t care for your severe punishment at Eli’s, understood.” He saids coldly and I nodded quickly. “Yes sir!” 

When he was done applying the smothering cream on my butt he gave me aftercare, cuddling me on the couch while he held me in his arms. 

An hour past when  I fell asleep and he carred me to our bed.

That night I slept till lunch ate  then went back to sleep then woke up for dinner had my night spanking  before bed and layed back down for the rest of that night.

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