Mrs Emerson Michaels

The consequences of Actions

It didn't take long as they got out from the store,toward the car. Emerson's words bothered her, 

Your parent.

It didn't just  ring back flashes, it called to her like it 'claimed' "Your mine."

The stern expression,  hinting at the care she didn't think she'd felt in anyone. Emerson's demeanor on out didn't help at any attempts for doubting either.

"Millie, help me with these bags please."  Emerson requested.  Through a layer of firmly retained disappointment. It was like placing herself as a parent; she was just wondering how'd she'd manage.

"Okay..."

She tried everything just not to look at her. Picking and setting groceries, in the back of the trunk,  like it personally did something to her.

She didn't say anything. Didn't look at anything but the bags. And once it was all done, she'd thought she'd  just get into the car. However Sebastian had other thoughts.

When she tried to go to the passenger side of the back row of the car Sebastian swiftly went to block her.  His arms crossed over and like a god listing off every sin you've done, glazed at her with a calm furred glare.

"I hear, you walked off." It wasn't a question,and she immediately knew where that question was headed as she froze mid step. Merely gulped in her throat as she looked up at him.

Emerson, coming back from returning the basket, to the grocery cart parking station,  taking  notice of the scene.

Millie stays there, trying hard at pokering her face  even when it comes to her  emotions. Even though every nerve wanted to bounce. She stayed.

"Well? Have anything you want to say?"

"I..." what could she say? Her mouth remained lined.  Not one word. Not one attempt.  Not one murmured sound.

Sebastian rose a brow. "Millie."

"I don't... know. I just did." it wasn't a lie. For whatever reason she couldn't help herself but to spill the truth. No matter how much she wanted to lie. She just couldn't. As the nerve still bothered her

Those two words lingered

'your parent'

Sebastian raised a suspicious brow.  "I  don't know... I just did."

He repeats the answer receptively. "Do you  think that was safe? You left her when she said that you're to stay by her at all times."

"N-no..." Millie whispered.

Millie gulped. Shook her head, and her throat suddenly dried.

"So you agree you need a spanking?"

Millie's head snapped up from looking down.  Eyes going wide.

Emerson leans against the carpet door knowing her husband. He'd dish out a variety of slaps to her rear   before heading home. She'd also dread that that meant she also was in for it.

Emerson wasn't watching, only turned away as Sebastian opened the door.

He opened the car door on the passenger side in the back row, sat down. His hand was already around her wrist as he then made Millie turn over across his lap.  Millie's body stiffened as he firmly guided her over.

Not a second past as she squirmed across his knee. Bottom properly settled for him to take action. 

"Wait Right now!?"  Millie questioned in protest. He couldn't be serious?In the middle of the parking lot?!