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Who I Belong To	By : LadyRain Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Dan Hawkins Views: 3393 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Dan Hawkins. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Drunk

Dedicated to Christy and blank_04, thanks for the reviews.

Summary: I get drunk, a little too drunk for my own good. Then I have to be punished.

I poured the glass of vodka down my throat. This was my fifth glass, I think. Maybe I’ve had more. What I mean was it was my fifth glass of vodka. I wasn’t counting all the beers and that shoot of whiskey Emmie had just poured for me.

“You’re so fucking wasted,” Emmie slurred.

I laughed and hiccupped. She started laughing uncontrollably. People in the bar began to stare at us.

“You need to leave,” the bartender said to us.

“Okay, let’s go,” Emmie said, dragging me out of the bar.

We stumbled out the door and searched for her car.

“I don’t think I should drive,” she said.

“I’ll drive,” I replied and opened the doors to her car.

Neither one of us should have been driving. But I was too fucking wasted to care. I drove up to my house and fucking ran into the mailbox. Emmie burst into laughter. I totally fucked up her front fender.

“I’ll walk from here,” she said.

“See you tomorrow,” I replied.

I twisted the key in the door and stumbled up to my room. I crawled under the covers, not bothering to change my clothes. I was in a deep peaceful slumber. But that wouldn’t last for long. Soon I would be regretting my bad choices.

I heard Justin yell my name and woke up groggily. Shit, what the fuck had I done now? He burst into the room and all but yanked me out the bed.

“Justin, what the fuck?” I yelled, pulling out of his grip.

“What the hell were you drinking last night? Never mind, how much were you drinking last night?” he asked.

“Who cares?”
Bad move on my part. I immediately regretted my choice in words. Justin narrowed his eyes at me.

“You look like a slut,” he growled.

Justin hated the thought of other men looking at me. I was wearing a tight red dress, which was low cut and basically my tits were spilling out. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes, which were five inch stilettos. And I’m pretty sure my makeup was spread all over my face.

“Did you drive last night?” he asked.

“I don’t remember,” I lied.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“Yeah, I drove.”

I was in deep shit. I would almost bet that I was going to get the belt. I fucking hated the belt.

“You smell like a fucking brewery,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He rolled his eyes.

“I’ve heard that song plenty of times before.”

“Can we just get this over with, please?”

“Bend over the bed.”

I didn’t want to, but I did. Justin yanked my dress up to my hips slowslowly (almost teasingly) pulled down my panties. As much as I despised the belt, my pussy was already damp with desire.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re a bad little slut,” he scolded.

He ran the belt over my bare skin, sending tingles down my spine. He drew back his ard smd smacked me hard with the belt. I gasped, I couldn’t help it. He knew how much I hated the belt. Still part of me felt I deserved it.

I was in heavy tears by the fifth lick. I was downright sobbing by the tenth. He gave me twenty in all, which to me was hell. Well, I had been giving much more when that shit head stepfather I’ve mine was drunk. My head was buried in my covers with my tears soaking them.

Justin left me alone, letting me cry. After awhile he told me to come to him. He took me into his arms and stroked my hair.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” he asked.

“I know,” I sobbed.

“I hate having to use the belt on you, but you deserved it. You could have really hurt yourself or someone else. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, Justin, I really am.”

“I know, love, I know. It’s all over now, you’re forgiven.”

Justin held me until I stopped crying. I withdrew from him. He wiped my wet cheeks dry and tucked my chestnut hair behind my ears.

“Go take a shower, then come downstairs and I’ll put some food in that stomach of yours. I bet you haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon,” he said.

I nodded my head. He kissed the top of my head and left me to pull myself together. I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I pulled off my dress, then stepped into the shower. I let the warm water soothe me. My ass stung like hell.

I dried myself off and went downstairs. I prayed that I would be able to sit.
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