Not the Best Term

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   *swish.... CRACK; swish.... CRACK; swish.... CRACK* "AHHH" i reach my hands back to cover my poor butt, but he catches me by the elbow.

   "What are the rules when you don't stay in position Em?" Sebastian asks, his tone serious, strict, in charge.

   "NO SIR NO PLEASE NO," i cry out, which just makes him drop the belt onto the couch beside me so he can use his hands to start a new assault on the backs of my thighs. *smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack* "No no, please stop please."

   "What are the rules when you don't stay in position Em?" he asks again.

   "you start over," i sob to him. We were at least 20 whips into this belting and the last thing i was looking forward too was starting it over, but true to his word, Sebastian started the whipping again.

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   "AHHHH," i am steadily sobbing over the back of the couch. Sebastian leaves me there a second as he brings the belt back to the bedroom. He comes back to the living room and helps me into the corner. I am only in the corner for about 5 minutes when the doorbell rings.

   "Don't move." he warns me, and I'm willing to be humiliated to save myself from any further punishment. A second later i hear him walk back in with someone else.

   "Future Mrs. Michaels, what did you do?" Eli laughs and i feel my face blush as red as my butt. "Wait don't tell me... grades?" i nod from the corner.

   "Emerson barely passed half of her classes, seems she didn't study enough for her finals, so now she is paying for it. I'm sure next semester she will do better, won't you Em?"

   "Yes sir." i am still crying lightly in the corner. I hear them moving around a bit.

   "You're going to give her more?" Eli asks Sebastian and i assume he's talking about spanking, which makes my tears fall faster.

   "We barely started before you showed up."

   "don't let me stop you!" Sebastian comes to grab me from the corner, and when i turn to see the ottoman i start shaking my head.

   "oh no please don't..." Sebastian interrupts me.

   "I have no intention of caning you there yet, but if you don't start taking your punishment, that can change." he lays me on my back on the ottoman, which is parallel to the couch. He then sits on the couch and lifts my legs straight up in the air, holding them with his left arm. With his right arm he picks up my wooden hairbrush he had sitting on the couch.

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