SAMCRO- Part 2

*based on Sons of Anarchy...I don't own it, nor am I affiliated with it. Emily sat at the kitchen table, watching her mother cook. One thing most people didn’t know about Gemma Teller was that despite her bad-ass demeanor, she was quite the domestic. She kept an immaculate home and was an amazing cook and baker. There wasn’t much she couldn’t do. She was presently preparing a welcome-home dinner for her husband Clay, who was coming home from a week-long run out of state. These runs involved a lot of danger, partying, and other women; Gemma knew this, and although she wasn’t thrilled that her husband was banging younger women, she knew the lifestyle and had become accustomed to it. What happened on a run stayed on a run- that was the rule. The only good part about the whole thing was welcoming her husband home at the end, cooking him his favorite meal, and spending a fantastic night with him. Emily, on the other hand, had no idea what happened on runs, and she was certainly not looking forward to her father coming home. It had been 5 days since her mother punished her in front of half the club and even though the pain and bruising were almost completely healed, her pride was nowhere near. She refused to go anywhere near the clubhouse and was terrified of what would happen to her when Clay got home. “Mom?” Emily said carefully, interrupting several minutes of silence. “Mmm hm?” Gemma responded, looking over her shoulder at Emily. “I was wondering if maybe…” “Don’t even think about asking me not to tell Clay about what you did,” Gemma warned. “But you already punished me!” Emily whined. “Your Dad probably already knows about it anyways. And besides, you deserve “Clay, DON’T,” Jax said, getting off his Harley and stepping between Clay and the front door of his house. “This isn’t your business,” Clay said, attempting to step past him. Jax wouldn’t budge. “Like Hell it isn’t, she’s my baby sister,” Jax said. “That baby sister of yours put all of our lives in danger, and she knew damn well what she was doing. And after I’m done with her, she won’t do it again,” Clay promised, pushing past Jax and opening the front door of his house. “Shit,” Jax said. He threw his cigarette on the ground and followed Clay inside. Clay walked into the kitchen to find his wife cooking dinner, his daughter sitting at the table with a book, and Chibs sitting across from her, feet up on another chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “Babysitting, brotha?” Clay asked , laughing, and slapping Chibs’ back. “Aye, you made it back ya old son of a bitch!” Chibs exclaimed, standing up and hugging Clay. “Jackie boy,” he said, acknowledging Jax. Jax nods to him, putting his helmet down on the table. “My beautiful wife,” Clay said, admiringly, approaching Gemma, who dried her hands on a dish towel and approached him, putting her hands on his cheeks, kissing him passionately. “Welcome home baby,” she said. “How are the hands?” she asked, taking both of his hands in hers lovingly. “They’re okay,” he said, shrugging it off, not wanting her to know how much pain he was in. Emily held her breath, praying that her Dad hadn’t heard what had happened 5 days ago. The pain and bruising were almost completely healed, but her pride wasn’t. After being spanked, bare-bottom, by her mother with a belt in front of half the club, she couldn’t look a single one of them in the eye. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure everyone in the room could hear it. Although she knew her father loved her, and although they generally had a great relationship despite her displeasure with his lifestyle, she was absolutely terrified of what he would do to her if he found out what happened. “YOU,” Clay said, pointing at Emily. “Upstairs. NOW.” Emily stared at him, wide-eyed, afraid to move. “Daddy, I’m sorry, please,” she pleaded shakily. “I said NOW,” he hissed through clenched teeth. Emily looked at Jax with tears in her eyes, silently begging for help. “Don’t look at him, he has no say here. Unless you want to do this right here, I suggest you get yourself upstairs before I lose patience,” he warned. “Come on Clay, she’s just a kid, and Mom already dealt with it,” Jax reasoned. “Last chance,” Clay said to Emily. She looked from Clay to Gemma, to Jax, put her book down, uncrossed her legs, and ran upstairs to her room. “You think about what this’ll do to her,” Jax warned, and turned to follow Emily upstairs. “Give me a minute with my wife,” Clay said to Chibs, who gladly complied, relieved to be finished with babysitting duty for a while. Jax knocked softly on Emily’s door, and entered her bring, spacious bedroom that was decorated so differently from his when he was that age. Where he had SAMCRO reapers on the walls, she had posters of Justin Bieber. Where he had dark walls and bookshelves lined with the mug shots of his favorite club members, she had light grey-blue walls and bookshelves lined with….books. He had no idea what it would be like to be stuck in a world you hated. All Jax had wanted since he was 7 years old was the SAMCRO cut and vice president patch. “Jax, don’t let him in here, I’m scared,” Emily whispered, burying herself in Jax’s protective hold. “It’s okay doll,” he said, holding her. “Clay loves you more than his own life. He won’t do over-do it,” he promised, although he wasn’t sure that was the truth. “He looks really mad,” Emily said. Jax could feel her petite body shaking. “You need to make sure you never do this again,” Jax warned, knowing that what she already did was bad enough. “I won’t!” she promised. “Good girl,” he said, kissing the top of her head and releasing her from his hold. “Just don’t make him any more angry than he already is,” he said, knowing that Clay had a temper. He had been on the receiving end of it himself. He also knew that Emily was stubborn, just like him, and would make her point known no matter what. Emily nodded, taking a deep breath. “Just grit your teeth and get through it Em, and seriously, learn something from it,” he advised, leaving her room, closing the door, and sitting outside of it. He leaned up against the door, lit a cigarette, and took a drag. Clay came down the hallway still dressed from his run. Black boots, jeans, black t-shirt, SAMCRO leather cut, blue bandana, and holding a folded belt. “Find something else to do,” he spat at Jax. “Not a chance,” Jax responded. Clay stepped over-top of him, opened Emily’s door and closed it behind him. Sitting anxiously on the edge of her bed was his precious daughter. He had a temper, yes, and was still seething from what Gemma told him had really happened, but his rage came down a couple of notches when he stopped and looked at Emily. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Today she was dressed in dark jeans, a brown belt with flowers carved out of it, and a tight white long-sleeve, hooded shirt, her long blonde hair in a pony tail. “Dad…” Emily started. “Get in the corner,” Clay said harshly, pointing at an empty corner. Emily quickly got up and went to the corner, afraid to disobey. “What the Hell were you thinking?” he asked, following her to the corner. “I don’t know,” Emily choked, her Dad’s harsh tone bring tears to her eyes immediately. “That’s not what you said to your Mom last week when this all went down,” he said. “I’m sorry.” “I see you’ve had quite the change of heart. When I caught you with Johnny last month and tore your ass up, I thought you’d learned your lesson,” he lectured, getting so close behind Emily he was talking right into her right ear. “And then to tell your Mom that you can do what you want? I don’t think so baby.” “I didn’t mean it,” Emily whispered. “Yeah, you better not have. If you ever pull this shit again, I swear to God, I’ll pull you out of school and you’ll be watched 24/7 by one of my guys. This isn’t some junior-high game Emily, and you know that. You knowingly put this entire family at risk and I don’t like that,” he spat. A few minutes of silence passed. He let his last statement sink in as Emily cried softly, not daring to turn around and look at him. “This better be the last time we deal with this,” he warned. “It will,” Emily promised. “Turn around and look at me,” he demanded, still standing uncomfortably close to Emily, one of Clay’s best intimidation tactics. Emily turned around, pressing herself firmly into the corner, wishing she could sink right into it. “I’m sorry Daddy, please don’t,” she pleaded, looking at the belt in his hand, tears streaming down her face. “It’s a little too late for sorrys, don’t you think?” he asked rhetorically. “Get your pants and panties off and get over the bed,” he demanded, rubbing his sore arthritic hands together, annoyed that he now had to use them to punish his daughter. “Daddy,” she pleaded miserably. “Don’t make me do it for you,” he warned seriously. Emily slowly undid her belt and the button of her jeans and shakily pushed her jeans and panties down, quickly bending herself over the end of her bed. It took some effort, and once properly in place, her toes didn’t touch the floor. She felt totally vulnerable, and shivered as the cool air breathed on her bare bottom. Clay planted one hand firmly on the small of Emily’s back, his large hand covering most of it. He swung the belt with his other hand, the leather biting into Emily’s tender, pale flesh. She sucked in her breath, surprised by the initial sting. Clay didn’t waste any time in delivering the next stroke, even harder than the first. She tried to follow Jax’s advice and not make him madder but it was hard to stay still and quiet when the pain was so intense. Jax, still planted firmly outside of Emily’s door, winced with every bite of leather he heard. It took all of his self-control not to burst into the room and try to stop Clay. He knew that would only make things worse, and the last thing Emily needed to see was a fist fight between the two of them. It became especially hard when Emily started crying and whole-heartedly begging Clay to stop. As the belt continued to rip into Emily’s bottom and upper thighs, welts started to appear. Emily could hardly catch her breath from crying and screaming so loudly, and Clay was having a hard time holding her down. He stopped, and while still pressing down firmly on her upper back, leaned in close to her ear. “Now, do I have your full attention?” he asked. “Y…yes….sir,” she stammered, unable to control her deep sobs. “I love you. You’re my only daughter and the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me. If anything ever happened to you, especially something club-related, I don’t know if I could go on. Emily, you mean so much more to me than you know and I’m doing this for your own good. I NEED you to stay away from Johnny for reasons that you don’t understand. The Mayans are just as dangerous as SAMCRO and you don’t want to make them mad. They won’t think twice about coming after us and you, and I want you as far away from club business as possible. You have a bright future ahead of you Em, and I won’t let some guy get in the way of that. Do you understand why I’m so serious about this?” he asked. “Yeah,” she choked. “Good. I’m gonna finish here, and you’re going to apologize to your mother for being so disrespectful, then you’re going to sit down and have a nice meal with your family. Got it?” “You’re not done?” she cried, doubting that she could take any more. “Got it?” he repeated. “Yes sir,” she answered, afraid to argue. “Good.” Clay finished with 6 of the most painful lashes to Emily’s upper thighs that he had ever given her. She screamed the entire time, and when he finally put down the belt, she was shaking. He sat down on the bed next to her and rubbed her back. “I’m done baby, it’s over,” he said soothingly. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she cried convincingly. “I know sweetheart,” he said, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. Emily’s bottom was badly bruised and several welts had risen throughout her whipping. The last thing she wanted to do was sit through dinner, but she knew better than to disobey. “Get dressed and meet me in the hallway,” Clay said, picking up his belt and stepping out into the hallway. “Happy now?” Jax said sarcastically. “You know damn well that if you had pulled the same shit she did at that age, your old man would have done the same thing or worse, so get over it,” Clay said. A few minutes later, Emily appeared in the kitchen, followed by Clay and Jax. Gemma and Tara were finishing up the final preparations for dinner. Emily’s face reddened, realizing that Tara was down there and had heard at least part of her spanking. She fought her intense urge to turn around and run back up to her room, knowing that when Clay gave an order, he expected it to be followed. “Mom?” Emily said quietly, her red, tear-streaked face and swollen eyes looking at the floor and nowhere else. “Come here baby,” Gemma said, pulling Emily into a big hug. “I’m so sorry for last week, I shouldn’t have said anything I did, and I didn’t mean it,” she said. “I know,” she said, squeezing Emily tightly and letting go. “Now, let’s all put this behind us and sit down for a nice dinner,” Gemma said as Tara put the last dish on the table. “So does this mean I don’t have to be babysat anymore? Emily asked shyly. “Oh, no, that still stands,” Gemma said, giving her daughter a look that said that although her punishment was over, she wasn’t totally out of the woods. “Great,” Emily thought, wincing as she sat down. “How am I gonna figure out a way to see Johnny with someone watching me all the time?”