Bad Bad Girl

Coley and I both tried to hold in our laughter. Coley was the first to let out a giggle and I quickly followed. I could see it was only pissing off Caine more, but I was so drunk I really couldn’t help it. He was so cute being angry.

Caine hit his hand on the steering wheel. “Enough! I swear to God, I will pull this truck over and put you both over my knee!”

We instantly stopped laughing and stared at Caine. I was in shock that he threatened to spank me. He had threatened it many times when we were young, but this time it felt different. I knew he meant it this time, but as a teenager I never took him seriously. Coley shrugged it off and began to sing loudly to the song on the radio. Caine grunted and rolled his eyes.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Caine. He was so sexy with the serious face. I loved the look of his lips as they pressed firmly together. I liked seeing his strong jaw line flex with anger. And I couldn’t help but fantasize of him following through on his threat. I really must be drunk!

I closed my eyes to try to get the image of Caine pulling me over his knee out of my mind. I quickly realized this was a bad idea. I became extremely dizzy and my stomach began to roil. I was sitting in between Caine and Coley in the front of the truck and instantly felt trapped. I leaned my head on Caine and let out a moan. Caine glanced down and adjusted his arm so I could lay more comfortably on him.

“We’re almost home. Just lay down and try not to get sick.” Caine’s angry voice was replaced with a soft comforting one.

When we pulled into the driveway, Coley stumbled out of the truck and slowly made her way to the front door. Caine lifted me into his arms and carried me into the house. Coley made her way to my room, stripped off all of her clothes and crawled into the bed. Caine had turned to the room with me still in his arms when I stiffened.

“Oh, Caine, I think I’m going to be sick!” I cried.

He rushed me to the bathroom just in time for me to lean over the toilet and vomit. Caine held my hair back and rubbed my back as I continued to get sick. A few minutes later, and after I was sure I was done, Caine helped me to the sink. He put toothpaste on my toothbrush and held me up as I brushed my teeth. The whole room was spinning and I could barely stand. I had never been so drunk in my life.

I moaned and fell into Caine’s arms. “I’m so sorry. I feel so awful!”

“It’s all right, Neely girl. I got you. Let’s get you into the bath and get you cleaned up.”

He picked me up again and carried me into his large master bathroom. In the middle of the room was an extremely large jetted bathtub. He placed me on the edge of the tub and began to unbutton my shirt. He slowly removed the shirt off of my shoulders revealing a white lace bra which left very little to the imagination. I could barely move and the room continued to spin. I knew that Caine was undressing me, and I knew he was seeing me naked, but I didn’t care. I felt safe with Caine, and trusted him to do whatever he wanted. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He helped me stand just long enough so he could lower them off me. At the same time, he lowered my white lace thong, exposing me completely. Caine was kneeling at my feet pulling the clothing free when he looked up and his gaze fell on my freshly shaven pussy. He quickly looked away, appearing to try to keep his mind on the task of getting me into the bath. He pulled me into his arms and removed my bra. I was completely nude and leaned into Caine as he turned on the water and poured some bath gel into the tub. He held me close and rubbed my back as the water level rose. He picked me up and slowly lowered me into the bath.

He turned off the water and looked at me. “I’ll be right back.”

As Caine left the bathroom, I tried to close my eyes. The bath was heavenly and I almost felt good, until the room starting spinning again. Caine quickly returned with a glass of water in his hands.

“Here, drink this.” He helped me lift my head and put the glass to my lips.

He grabbed the shampoo and began to wash my hair. His hands softly massaged, sending tingles through my body. I had never felt so good and so taken care of in my life. The bath, the glass of water and the pampering were just what I needed. I started to feel a lot better. The room wasn’t spinning as much and my stomach settled.