Mike slid easily to the floor as the punishment ended. He wanted nothing more than to curl up there at Carrick's feet and just bask in the emotions Carrick stirred within him. However, he was ordered to apologize and he would. Carrick was his Master, and he would obey his Master.
Mike went to his hands and knees and crawled over to where Camilla stood, watching on in stony silence as Master and Slave interacted. Seeing something she never would have thought she'd see before. Mike was so... different here than before. Perfect actions for a slave, but the devotion...
Mike bowed low, forehead to the floor. "Please forgive my disrespect, Mistress. Have I been punished enough to earn your forgiveness?" He asked, his words thick and rough from his crying and the injury to his tongue.
"Yes, Michael. Of course."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth Mike moved up and back over to Carrick, crawling over to take his place upon his knees before his Master. Looking up to him, awaiting Carrick's desire.
"See that the money is transferred, Carrick. I feel I can trust you in that. The slaves has packed his things and will be ready shortly to be brought to your house. Now, get out of my sight. Just know, I will be coming to check on him. You best keep him and keep him well."