Mike laid there, listening to Carrick. He gave a nod of his head, indicating he listened to his Master's words. He agreed and would keep those words always in mind. He deserved more for what he had done, but would be treated lightly. Mercifully.
Carrick's cool hand on his heated skin felt nice and soothing. He laid there as arranged, ready and waiting. Prepared for his punishment. Eagerly awaiting it. That they were being watched, while he was not attracted to Camilla Marsters in any way, being watched was... strangely arousing.
when the first smack came Mike's lips parted and he softly cried out. And he continued to. With each hard slap to his ass he cried out and clutched at the nightgown he wore, eyes almost losing as the pain laced through him... but welcomed pain. this was right, it felt right even though it was so painful. The stress and tension left his body more and more with each one.
"Yes," he gasped out, replying to his Master's question.