The Hot Coach

5. Spankings and mistakes

Elle

Mr. Russell just looks me up and down instead of agreeing with me that we need to leave.

Of course he is, I'm dressed like a slutty cowgirl

I feel my cheeks get hot and his eyes finally move up to my face.

"I guess there's no harm in a few drinks as long as we're safe." My eyes widen at his words.

We're?

"That's what I'm talking about!" Lea claps her hands and motions for Andrew to bring us more drinks. He listens to her of course and we have a buffet of different types of alcohol in front of us.

This is so weird.

Mr. Russell is sitting on my right and Lea is sitting in my left. While Lea is knees deep in a flirtatious conversation with the bartender I'm playing with the straw in one of my drinks and listening to some country song play.

"Why did you decide to let me stay?" I ask not looking at him.

"I don't know, why did you decide to stay?" I turn to look at him and our eyes meet. He smirks and I can't help but feel more relaxed and I smile back at him.

"I can get into so much shit for this." He takes a swig from his beer bottle and I scrunch my eyebrows together.

"Why are you still here then? With me I mean, if you can get in trouble?" I ask confused. This is so illegal.

Instead of giving me an answer he just shrugs his shoulders and holds out his bottle. I clink my glass with his and take a drink.

This isn't that bad actually.

I take another drink and hear Andrew and Lea laughing so I look to them.

"What?" I laugh too, confused.

"Those are stronger than they taste." Andrew nods to my half empty drink in my hand and I roll my eyes.

"I'm fine." I take another drink and then finish it off before turning to Mr. Russell again to see him smiling down at me.

"Can I help you?" I stutter a little bit and he laughs.

"No, can I help you?" I shake my head and wonder why I would need his help. Andrew is up and down the bar for the next hour or so and Lea and I have our fair share of drinks and talk with "Damon" since I couldn't call him Mr. Russell in front of Lea and I actually have a decent time.

I'm in the middle of telling Damon about how we ended up here when Andrew interrupts us.

"Yo Leanne! I get off in 10, are you ready?" She nods and he lifts her up from the bar stool to the other side of the bar as she puts her pink cowboy hat on his head.

"Wait Lea, you're leaving?" I hiccup and cover it with a cough and then a giggle.

"I'll be back!" She throws her arms up as if she just solved a problem and I laugh again before I start whining.

"No no, you can't. We brought Jacobs truck and we have to go back to your moms. *hiccup*" I try to get her to stay but Andrew pulls her with him.

"They'll be fine Elle, I'll wait here with you until she comes back." Damon rubs my back and I pout but I nod and Lea jumps on Andrews back as they walk out of the bar. I feel hot all of a sudden so I unbutton the red and white shirt Lea gave me since I'm wearing an undershirt underneath.

"Elle what are you doing?!" Damon rushes to grab my shirt from my hands and closes it over my chest.

"Stop, nooooo I'm hot!" I go to move his hands from my shirt but he holds it closed.

"Then let's go get some fresh air." I stay holding onto his hand as he leads me outside and we lean against the wall on the side of the bar.

"Mmm I feel a lot better now." Now that no ones around he left my shirt open, showing only my white undershirt. I turn to him to see him staring at the outline of my breasts and I can't help but smirk. Before I can say anything my phone rings in my pocket and I check it.

"Ooooo it's Lea!"

I answer it and hear laughing in the other end so I put it in speaker.

"Hello?"

"Elle? I'm staying with Andrew! We're gonna have a sleepover if you know what I mean." She giggles on the other end and I get upset now.

"But Lea no! We have to sneak back home! I can't go without you, besides Jacobs truck is here!" The line cuts off.

"Hello? Lea?!" I groan and lean my head back against the wall of the bar.

"What's wrong gorgeous?" I look up at Damon who I KNOW just heard everything Lea said but asks me what's wrong anyways. He frowns as I pout and cross my arms.

"Lea ditched me!" I whine and stomp my cowboy boot.

"I can take you home." He shrugs as if it's no big deal. What an idiot.

"No you can't tAkE mE hOmE." I mimic him, "if I go home my mom finds out I lied about spending the night at Leas, and I don't want to sneak back into Leas house alone." I still pout and cross my arms.

He looks around before scratching the back of his neck.

"You can come with me." My eyes widen and his do too. "I mean only if you want to of course."

I nod thinking about it but I guess he takes it as a yes.

"Well.. come on then." He grabs my hand and starts jogging to the front of the bar and through the parking lot. I have to hold  onto my hat to keep up without it flying off.

"Slow down! My hat!" I laugh and he stops and looks down at me. Before I can catch my breath her leans down and picks my up from behind my knees throwing me over his shoulder so now I really have to hold onto my hat.

"Damon! Put me down!" I giggle as I sway back and forth and get an idea in the back of my mind that makes me laugh harder.

"Why are you laughing so hard?" Damon chuckles and stops when I swing my hand back to smack his butt.

He spins around like if someone is standing there and it makes me full in hysterical.

"Oh you think it's funny? Try it again. I dare you." He stays standing there like he's waiting for me to do it again, and well who am I to back down from a dare?

I do it again and this time I feel a HUGE hand come down on my ass making me gasp since it was against my bare skin due to how short my shorts are.

"Did you just..?" He chuckles before rubbing the sore spot making me shiver.

"Oh, you bet your ass I did."

I'm suddenly sitting in his car VERY sober and VERY aware of the tingling between my legs. I press my thighs together tightly and pray it will go away.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive?" I ask not turning to look at him but I feel him turn to look at me before he grunts.

"I'm perfectly sober now."