Good Girls are Bad Girls that haven't been Caught.

V.

I pop up from my spot on the floor, snatch the clothes out of his hand, and walk into the bathroom. He doesn't stop me, which I am grateful for. That was embarrassing. I look in the mirror and my face is flushed. My thoughts drift to those previous moments, I find my cheeks heating up again, and I am biting my bottom lip.

"Hmmm.." I mutter to myself. I turn on the water, feeling the cold water rush over my hand as it slowly heats up, stinging my hand. I pull it back into myself. "Shit." Seconds later I hear knocks on the door.

"Cara. Are you alright in there?" How very interesting. If he is standing beside the door the whole while that I take a shower, I will not gain the chance to call Chelsea.

"Yeah. Just burned myself. No worries!" I called back. I hear footsteps walking off in response. Great!

I walk over to the sink and grab for my phone underneath. My hand roams over the entire surface, and doesnt feel anything out of the ordinary. I shriek and duct to glance also. My phone isnt there. Of course it isnt! My luck.

I plop onto my ass on the spotless floor. My only resourse to talk to the outside world: taken! How did he find it? It wasnt the best of tape, but it shouldnt have fallen! I let out a couple more shrieks of annoyance.

"Cara? Calm down in there." I hear the twist of the doorknob before I see his face peeking in. I must lock the door next time. "What the actual fuck Cara!" He throws open the door, walks past me and turns off the water. "Were you never taught not to leave the water running?" I forgot all about the water running. Oops. I can feel my face heating up. He gives me a look before grabbing my arm and hauling my ass up into a standing position.

"Strip. Now." I twist my arm out of his unyielding grip, and glare up at him.

"Now why in the hell do you think I would ever even give your order a measly thought!" He glares down at me, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Because you know the punishments of not listening to me Cara. And unless you want to repeat them, I suggest you strip." I grimace. There is no way I will strip for him. He is out of his fucking mind.

"Its not like it hurt anyway." I have no clue where that came from, and I regret saying it the minute I do. His face lights up with rage, and he grabs my upper arm before bending me over his knee, him seated on the toilet seat. He pulls down my sweats and without an air of notice, smacks my ass. I let out a scream of pain. He gives my ass a few more smacks before speaking.

"Are you going to deny me again, Cara?"

I try not to spitfire out a response.

"No sir. I will do your every command, and feed you whenever you ask of me to. Grapes and crepes sound good to you, sir?"

He gives my ass a loud smack. I hiss in response. Dirty move.

"Strawberries would be much better, Cara. Thank you." He chuckles before smacking the back of my thighs. "Get up now Cara. You need to bathe."

I, as graceful as I can manage after having my ass smacked raw and drawers dropped, stands. I look over at him and his eyes are on my naked legs. I pull my sweats up as high as Steve Urkel. He chuckles before showing himself out.

"Be good, my little fireball," he tosses back as he is shutting the door. What harm can I get into in a bathroom?

I turn away, and slide my sweats down my legs, my panties following. I reach in the shower and turn the knob on, feeling the water slowly heat up. I dry my hands on my shirt before disposing of it. I step in, and the water runs down my back in rivulets. I stand under the stream, letting it heat up my skin before I take some wash and lather my body with it.