Mrs Emerson Michaels

"A New Life." Millie Day

Emerson hums in the kitchen, listening to some tune of some calm music. The ray of the afternoon lowers into an unmistakable turn for night.

hands working on taking off metal cantops with a can opener, that was corn, to mix in with other vegetables. She'd already had boiling in the pot.

Emerson thought she'd do a simple dish, one to show 'welcomed' to Millie. A healthy but delicious vegetable stew, with fresh moist loaf of buttery cornbread

The clock had just struck six in the afternoon. Emerson's hands worked at a steady rhythm, as she chopped carefully on the chopping board.

Sebastian, casually sat down on the couch,watching his favorite sport's game.

The sound of the oven time beeps, Emerson wipes her hands of the middling felt of her fingers, then grabs a pair of gloves to take out the pan of cornbread out of the oven.

Setting it down on the counter oven top, she then places a layer of butter into it.

The streaming of the stew smells through the air, and as for Millie ,she's up in her room.

MILLIE

I could hear the meal being made, as the aromatic smell sealed the air. I'm upstairs, backside still sore from only a moment, I'd gotten my first spanking, and I'm not sure how I feel having that back in my life.

I sighed, the only thing staring back was my room ceiling.

The feeling of a family sends thought through my mind. This was my life now. Now I made a place in this home, that was either going to thrive me to the unseen future, or receiving something I hoped wasn't there.

If this was going to be my life, I guess I'd have to make the best of it.

I turned upright and winced, The stinging pain still lingering like a bitch.

That's another thing I'm not allowed to curse. But I never really cared, it was my right. Even though I know it'll get me into trouble, it's my freedom, my voice, and I intend to use it to express myself!

The point for rules to play, is a place meant to be broken, crashed, and burnt.

I don't care if Sebastian or his wife doesn't like it. I wasn't gonna do that to myself, where my power of speech would be tamed.

I took in another breath, breathing in and out. When a soft knock suddenly interrupts the silence I'd just started to enjoy.

"You're looking bored." Sebastian says, peeking himself into my room with a soft smile as his foot steps in "Something, the matter?"

I sat up looking in his direction. "No..." I said

He just nodded. " It's time for dinner. Emerson had called you, thought I'd come up instead to tell you."

I stood up. "Oh okay..." he gestures to me to follow him downstairs, he guides me down with a hand on my back.

When downstairs,Emerson looked at us with two sets of bowls in hands, she set a bowl of what looked like stew and cornbread on the table.

"Millie, hey just made some food, I hope you like it. It's vegetable stew and cornbread."

She glimpsed up, a motherly tone in her voice. I hesitantly looked into the bowl, the smell of aroma instantly hitting my nose.

I take a sniff and look up into her eyes. "This bowl's mine?"

I asked, Emerson tilted her head. "Um yes, I did place it there,silly. It's your bowl." She pulled out the chair for me to set in.