I needed to be punished. Thank you for correcting me. It won't happen again." Michael looked at Sarah and saw the love for him in her eyes. But more t...an love. She saw forgiveness for what he had done to her. Sarah knew that he had whipped her like this because he loved her. Strange as it may seem, he did it because he cared. And she knew it. "Come with me," he said and he took her hand. They walked back upstairs and he gently laid her on the bed face down. "Stay here, I will be right back," he. Neither of us was really done unpacking, and the place was a mess. I was kind of embarrassed, and I was sure not sexy-looking in old shorts and a shirt so large you could barely see me in it.“Crap.” I said, looking up. “She took her sheets.”“Huh?”I pointed up. “She took her sheets. No idea why.”I looked at him. “So do you want to go back to the couch, or sleep with me in my bed?”He looked at me like I had grown two heads.“Um I’m fine with staying here, if you are o.k. with it. I can sleep on. "I'll do it. I want to," Katherine almost shouted as she sprang from her seat."NO!" I instructed as she slipped the jacket down her arms. Her breasts were high and pointed under the white silk blouse she'd exposed. I stood up and walked over to her as she stood undecided, the jacket hanging forlornly from her hand."Come over here Katherine," I invited as I led her towards the full length mirror that hung on the side wall. "Smile," I instructed once I had her directly facing her image."What?". I was supposed to be your next house cunt. Me, not this random useless trash! She went straight to being a whore and guess what, she still doesn’t want to be your devoted slave. She’s still fighting you. Throw her to the gutter, be a man of your word and break me!”Emily hit the wall behind her. She’d been backing up steadily, but the only way out was through Him. She couldn’t move. Sarah hadn’t been angry because Emily was going to be made into a slave. She was angry because she wasn’t!Preston.