The morning's sun rose up in the sky,more than usual,Millie woke up half expecting Anna to wake her for morning class with the other orphan kids. But as she rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching her limbs, and sat up in her newly own bed, she blinked.
"Oh right..."
I remembered now that my life changed. I'm now a Michaels, now a member of an actual family. All of it flows back into my freshly slept mind. I'm in bed, in my room.
I sighed the thought of a family, caused my lips to do something , what I thought would never happen again, smile.
The sound of noises moving about, rings out through the house. Then, "Millie..?" There's a knock, then a click, and my bedroom door opens.
Emerson peeks her head though the door, sees me then smiles. "Good morning, Sleep well?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes." I said
"That's good, you hungry, Your Da- I mean Sebastian! B-bought us breakfast!" Emerson strummered to say, her eyes widened looking off into the hall before turning back, biting her lip. I looked at her, really looking as if seeing something, at that moment.
She nods once to herself " breakfast downstairs Okay, after you're done,come downstairs." and with that she's gone. And I head for the bathroom.
"Good Morning, sleeping beauty." Sebastian cheerfully greets me, voice as genuine to see me awake, yet teasing at the same time.
I yawned, my feet trodding each stair step to the main floor. "Mhmm." Sebastian's smile is cheerful,tone eased in silent calm.
"Well I got us takeout. Do you like tacos?" I looked over to the table, folded raps of tacos of two, in each seat. I noticed they sat down on the table, they'd waited for me?
"Breakfast starts at nine, next time, I'd like you to get up at eight-thirty from now on." Sebastian informs me, though I can't help but feel scolded
I looked up at the clock and it was like after nine, nine-ten. It was a little over time. "It's not that late." I frowned,whining.
"Excuse me?" Sebastian raises a brow, Emerson looks at me as if I just declared war,but I won't back track. "I said it's not that late, it's only a little after nine. What's with all these rules anyway?!"
His lips press to a thin line. "Millie stop. Now." Emerson warns, her expression equally narrow. "Sit and come eat. Don't start this first thing in the morning. Please." she demands, the motherly tone is more narrow, not light, then first I heard it. Firm. serious.
I glared back at her. " No this is stupid!" I protested further, which Emerson doesn't like. "Excuse me?"
Sebastian stands up the moment I'd dared defy her, quick on his feet and grabbing me by the wrist. I try to pull away but his grip is like a vice. Unwavering, strong, tight, but not tight enough to bruise.
"That's enough young lady. Apparently you need more of yesterday's lesson." his eyes narrow down at me as I kicked, and tried to get off him, but he keeps me pinned down across his knee.
"No stop not again!"
I shout as I feel my pants pulled down to my ankles . My knees buck involuntarily as he began His hand lauding with a swift popping sound that connected to my already tinder flush. I let out a gasp the second falling harder then the first.
I turn side to side trying anything to get away as the fifth and seventh smacks come down, as he, over and over smacked.
*SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK
SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK
SWACK SWACK SWACK *SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK SWACK*
I gritted my teeth, hand flying back, only for it to be swiftly pinned to my side. "Stop it-! Stop!" I cried.
My breath becoming raggit.. " You want me to stop-" He says as though I asked for this, "because, I thought we had an understanding about respect, Missy." he goes now landing swats to my thighs
he goes now landing swats to my thighs. "Ow! We did! AH! Stop! Not there! Not TheRE!" I holler as he smacks my most sensitive spots of my bottom, again ,then back down, and repeatedly, alternating between.
"Sorry! Okay I'm sorryieEe!"
"You're going to settle down, and behave." Sebastian tones, firm. "Understood?"
"YES- yes sir!" I screeched. And the last smack lands a solid swat.
My tears blurred as he stands me back up on my feet.
"Sit,Eat, then go upstairs and get ready. Emerson'll be waiting for you."
I sit, eat, and darted up right. Up the stairs and into my room, so theres no time to see my tears. I don't cry, I won't ever. I swore myself I would'nt and I wouldn't... At least not in front of them.
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Emerson
I sighed. As Millie's feet trodden upstairs, the silence stills for what feels like hours. Until I break it. "Did you have to do that, ... would't a warning just suffice?"
He stayed silent, face rose to me, but a silent acknowledgment. The 'Emerson, she broke the rules' look often shutting down any chance for giving sympathy .
"You had warned her,did you not?" I blinked, tried to open my lips, but shut them again.
"Yes."
"Exactly."
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Mrs Emerson Michaels
FanfictionA year into their relationship of marriage Emerson, and Sebastian have never been even more meant for each other then of now. SURE Emerson can be a bit of a quote 'badass wifu' as in of doing things she knows she's not suppose to, and a tan on her...
