Forty-Two

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by Mcmicrx

by Mcmicrx

"Get the Hell up! Now, Michael!" Ashton screamed, throwing the blanket off of his husband. Michael whimpered, trying to tune out the yelling. "Do you remember what you did last night, hm?"

Then it hit Michael like a public bus on the highway. He glared at the older man. "You can get yourself up or I'll do it for you," Ashton threatened. The younger adult continued laying in bed, ignoring Ashton. That was a sure fire way to píss him off.

Ashton yanked Michael up by his elbow, forcing him onto his feet and dragging him into the living room where both Luke and Calum were playing on their game station. Michael was panicking on the inside, but tried to stay calm on the outside. Ashton was furious and Michael couldn't blame him. He had done a terrible thing last night to try to ease his pain.

"Luke, Calum. Pause that for a minute. I'm going to show you what will happen if I catch either of you drinking and driving," Ashton spoke calmly, not giving Michael a chance to explain himself. Although, he couldn't explain. He did exactly what Ashton said.

Ashton still had a tight grip on Michael's arm. He sat on the smaller couch and pulled the younger adult over his lap. "A-Ash, we didn't talk about this!"

"Do we really have to? You should already know why what you did was wrong! You set a terrible example for your sons! I'm disappointed in you, Michael," Ashton said as he took off Michael's sweat pants. Michael felt a lump form in his throat and he couldn't speak.

Ashton was mercilessly smacking Michael's red bum. The younger adult hissed in pain, squirming and trying to be let free. He had tears flowing down his face, and was terribly embarassed with both his kids being down stairs.

"I'm s-sorr-"

"Don't bother," Ashton snapped, landing a harder swat to Michael's thigh.

Michael sobbed throughout the entired spanking. Ashton really didn't care. The way he saw it, Michael could have died or accidentally killed someone. A spanking was a small price to pay when it came to risking lives.

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Ashton placed Michael's boxers and sweats back up and sat him on the sofa. His face was red and stained with tears. Michael was still sobbing into his arms. Ashton forced his chin up, making Michael look at him. "I hope you learned your lesson. If I ever have to do this again, I will make it much more miserable for you. Is that understood?"

"Yyyyyes," Michael cried harder.

"Yes, what?" Ashton pressed. Michael looked at him desperately, not understanding what he wanted. Ashton raised an eyebrow, waiting for Michael to answer. When nothing came he flipped Michael back over his knee. "When I ask you a question I expect a 'yes sir' or a 'no sir' is that clear?" Ashton growled. He landed ten more smacks on Michael's already blistered bum.

"Yessssssir!" Michael sobbed loudly.

Ashton placed him back on the couch. All he could do now was let his younger husband apologize and feel sorry for himself. Michael couldn't look at his family. When Ashton gave him a second glance he felt some sympathy for him telling him to go back to their bedroom.

Michael rubbed his eyes but slowly made his way to their bedroom. He laid in bed under the covers and continued to cry in peace.

Luke and Calum were silent, scared to speak. They went back to their game when their dad walked away.

***

"Mikey," Ashton started. The blonde refused to look at his husband. "I love you. I'm just extremely disappointed in what you decided to do last night. I know you were feeling bad but you should have come talk to me instead of sneaking out and drinking. You called me, drunk. When you told me you were driving home I nearly called the cops. You could have died. You could have killed someone else. I see so many buzzed driving accidents in the hospital. I never wanna see you in the emergency room. Don't do this to yourself. I will help you."

Michael propped himself up on his elbows. "I miss her so much, Ashton."

"I do too, but the pain of it will fade and I will help you get through this, love."

"Thanks Ashton. I- I am sorry."

"You're forgiven," Ashton curled up next to Michael and wrapped his arms around him.

"The boys won't want to see me."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is. That was embarassing!"

"Well, I hope it makes the lesson stick. You deserved that spanking so I don't want to hear anymore about it. Got it?"

Michael nodded but quickly added a 'yes sir' at the end. Ashton sighed, "we're going out later today. We need to get some wedding things picked out."

Michael tried to suppress a smile. "What kind of wedding stuff?"

"I was thinking maybe the flowers, food, and maybe our tuxes. Only if you want to I mean-"

"Yes! We totally should!" Michael squealed excitedly. Ashton kissed his cheek and cuddled up to him more.

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