Bad Bad Girl

I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. I took in the smell of aftershave mixed with pine and always a bit of smoke. I wondered if I would ever tire of this man. I always felt like a horny teenager around him.

“No, thank you. I’m ready. You look extremely sexy,” I purred.

Caine was wearing faded jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair had a disheveled look, which drove me absolutely crazy. I pressed my lips to his, taking his breath in past my lips. I moved my tongue leisurely against his. I moaned as I felt myself melt against his broad chest.

Caine pulled me closer and cupped my ass with both his hands. “You wouldn’t be stalling, would you?” Caine asked between kisses.

“All right, let’s go,” I said as I slightly bit Caine’s lower lip.

Caine growled, “Woman, you are going to drive me crazy!” He plunged his tongue into my mouth and with his hands, he slowly raised my dress revealing my black lace thong panties. “Take these off,” Caine ordered as he lowered them down my thighs. “I don’t want you to wear them all night. I want it to remind you of who you belong to and who you are coming home with, and to remind you of what we will do when we do get home.”

I stepped out of my panties without protest. I knew Caine well enough that arguing would have been futile. And besides, I liked the idea of sharing this seductive secret with him. Especially, since everyone at the party already knew about the Domestic Discipline lifestyle we lived.

“Neely, I want you to watch how much you drink tonight. I don’t mind you drinking, but I don’t want a repeat of your last Girls’ Night Out, all right,” he softly commanded in a way only Caine could do. It was never mean or controlling. It was simply concern and protectiveness. I loved how he doted on me, and how he was extremely aware of my well-being.

“I promise,” I said sweetly, and kissed him softly.

“I worry when you get around Kendall. She drinks and parties entirely too much, and she has a way of pulling you girls into her web. I like the girl, but she really needs some control in her life,” Caine said between kisses.

“Maybe Matt can get her in line. It seems like the two of them have some chemistry. Plus, she is all in for a little spanking to help the cause,” I stated as I continued to seductively kiss Caine.

Caine pulled away in shock. “What? What do you mean she is up for some spanking? And how does Matt play a part in this?” Caine asked in confusion.

I shrugged. “We were talking about spanking on our night out, and she was really excited about finding a strong man to spank her. As for Matt, well I just—”

Caine quickly interrupted. “What do you mean you were talking about spanking?” He asked with irritation. I tried to keep kissing him, but he pulled away. Obviously, he was not happy that spanking was brought up in idle gossip.

“I, I mean we…well, I told them I heard you spank Sara. It’s just they were asking for juicy details about hearing you and Sara have sex, and well, I just spilled everything I had heard that night.” I paused to see Caine glaring at me with fury in his eyes. I quickly tried to recover. “Don’t be mad. I was drunk, and I didn’t think it through. I’m sorry.”

“So you’re telling me you discussed my private life with your girlfriends and with my sister! You talked about something that is very important to me as some kind of joke! Explain to me why I shouldn’t be mad. Explain to me why I shouldn’t be furious that you all sat around discussing an intimate moment behind closed doors to your friends!” Caine shouted.

“No, Caine, it wasn’t like that. I wasn’t making a joke about spanking. I was telling them it turned me on. Then Coley had to defend spanking to Rebecca, and Kendall was just being…well, she was just being Kendall.” I paused to try to regain my composure. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have violated your privacy,” I said as I tried to kiss him again.

He moved away, grabbed my arm and began to raise my dress to spank me. He had anger written all over his face. I prepared myself for a spanking, but he quickly released my arm and walked to the other side of the room. I was instantly disappointed. I wanted the spanking. I would much rather prefer a spanking over having to continue this fight.

“I won’t spank you in anger,” he said with rage in his voice.

“Will you please let me try to explain?” I begged, fighting back the tears.