Mike had been tense from the moment he'd had to leave Carrick, that tension building as the days passed without his true Master. To be here over his knee properly punished by the only you, in his mind, that should be punishing him? It was relaxing. Because he was finally where he belonged. Right where he belonged.
Small noises left him at the punishment, each connection of hard and unforgiving hand to his already beaten behind. Despite the overwhelming pain from the punishment on top of another harsh one, Mike grew slightly hard against Carrick's thigh, though not completely as the pain was stronger than the pleasure in that moment.
"Yes..." he sobbed out. He was ready to apologize and go home with his Master. Ready to take his proper place within the world at Carrick's feet.