A little comfort, a little punishment

Waking up Bailey’s head was pounding; his shoulders and jaw was sore and as sleep fully started to fade he realized he was in an unfamiliar room with an arm around him. Things from the previous night started to come back to him, it was like a bad dream, the world felt like it was moving through molasses, while his sense of touch was enhanced to the point that what happened had felt beyond amazing.

Bits and piece of the evening were missing, making his memories feel jumbled, but his feelings were clear. He had been afraid, turned on, angry. Betrayed and helpless. Looking down at the arm he could tell at a glance it was Liam and even the thought of him caused a shiver to run down his spine. He had gotten really drunk last night, so it was possible much of what he thought he remembered was just part of some nightmare, like the time he was in bed with Derrick and Mommy. Whatever it was, he was still in bed with the man now and he needed to get away.

Slipping free of the bed Bailey was afraid it would wake Liam, but he didn’t even so much as roll over. Checking himself over Bailey could tell he needed to clean up in the bathroom, but he had fallen asleep fully dressed… almost it seemed his panties were on the floor, but he had even slept in the heeled boots. Spotting his purse Bailey picked it up and then bent over for his panties, but before he touched them he heard Liam stirring in the bed. Not wanting to be here when he woke up Bailey hurried off out of the room, leaving the soiled garment where it had been left the night before.

The frat house was mostly quiet, with no one away that Bailey could see. Taking the time to use the bathroom downstairs he could see how bad he looked. Mascara had run, lipstick was smeared, something more than just drool had dried at the corner of his mouth. “Bailey you look like shit…” Touching his chin, seeing and feeling what was dried there he let out a long sigh. “Not all a nightmare then…” Cleaning himself up the best he could Bailey pulled out his phone about to reach out to Candi to come get him. It wasn’t like he was going to wake Liam up for a ride back to Aunt Megan’s place, but he hesitated.

Bailey was unsure what he was going to tell her. Hey could you come get me now that Liam and some other guy fucked me last night? Just thinking about that Bailey feel weak in the knees and slowly moved to sitting on the floor in the unfamiliar bathroom. He didn’t just have sex, it was sex with another man… and a second man. Part of his mind knew it was the same guy… Lucus that he felt so thankful for when he interrupted the public blowjob, but he just couldn’t picture his face. Just his dick, the way it looked, the way it felt. It wasn’t just sex, he was ****. “No… no it wasn’t that. I just got too drunk, I hadn’t had **** in a few weeks and I have lost so much weight. If I hadn’t gotten so drunk that wouldn’t have happened, Liam was just… just…

Tears came to Bailey’s eyes, it didn’t feel like he was just being overly emotional, he felt violated. His mind wanted to justify away what he remembered last night. It was the ****, the way he flirted with Liam, how he almost gave him a blow job. What as Liam to think other than he wanted to have sex… Aunt Megan had sent him messages how he loved bondage. It was true, but not like that… not like that. It was just something that happened, it wasn’t ****. It was just sex… it was something that happened to him that he didn’t want. It couldn’t be ****, because that would mean he let another man **** him. It had to just be sex, because he enjyed it…

Wiping the tears from his cheeks Bailey looked back down at his phone, deciding what he was going to tell his best friend. It was a bad date, he needed a lift home. He didn’t want to go to Aunt Megan’s place. Going to see her she might ask him what happened and he didn’t want to think about it anymore. He didn’t want to explore those thoughts about why it happened, or why it felt so good. He just wanted to go home, get in bed and have a good sleep.

Bailey: I like know it is early, but do u think u could come give me a lift home?

Candi: Well good morning! :)

Candi: Of course I can come pick you up!

Candi: That said how come your bad boy date can’t give you a lift home?

Bailey: Candi, please we can like talk later.

Bailey: Please come get me.

Candi: Im like putting my shoes on now, gimmie the address. OMW!

The door handle rattled more than once while Bailey sat on the floor, hugging his legs to his chest. He called out occupied each time, he was not going to leave the safety of the locked room till Candi was outside. Soon as she texted him that she was there he bolted out of the house, ignoring everyone that so much as looked at him, let alone said anything. It wasn’t till he got inside his Mommy’s car that Candi had used that Bailey let out a long breath, slumping his shoulders, able to relax for the first time.

It was rare that Candi didn’t see her friend smiling, she wasn’t always here in the moment, but she more often than not was smiling. It was her default expression and attitude to just be happy and at times she could tell it was just a mask. The face she used to brave and handle the world, but even that was gone. “I’m not taking you home.”

Bailey looked up at Candi in shock, her voice was soft, but not playful. “Wh… why?” HIs emotions were still running high and just being told that made him feel like he was going to cry again.

“Because my little sister shouldn’t be alone right now. She is going to come back to the hotel with Nana and myself. She is going to get a shower, a change of clothes, an ear to listen when she is ready to tell her big loving sister what happened and as many hugs as she can handle. Maybe a few more than she can handle. Does that sound okay?” Candi’s soft friendly voice got gentler when she asked the question at the end. It seemed like to hard of a push and her best friend might break and she really needed to help her.

“Yeah… “ Bailey nodded a little, reaching over to give Candi a hug, to thank her and because the idea of being hugged sounded wonderful. “Great, you just leave everything to your big sis.” Candi said wrapping both arms around her friend, making sure to apply enough pressure and hold on long enough. Her Daddy told her once a long hug can release endo… edorph, something that made people feel better and Bailey needed that right now, she needed her right now.

After getting a shower and borrowing clothes from Candi, a white thin strapped crop top, short pink cotton shorts, matching socks and some underwear. Bailey felt a lot better, a lot cleaner. He didn’t even take the time to consider that he was wearing a pair of an eighteen year old girl's panties or that the bra he had borrowed fit. As he slid the tube of lipstick across his lips he just knew it felt good to be clean and put together. The smile on the girl in the mirror didn’t reflect the shifting emotions and thoughts he was trying to keep at bay, but he couldn’t think about that now. A good girl always looks her best. A good girl always smiles. Bailey opened the bathroom door, feeling more composed to face Candi.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Candi asked from the other side of the couch. She often sat next to her friend, but Bailey had chosen to create space between them with where she sat, and she was going to respect that. For a short time at least. When Bailey walked into the living room of the hotel suite Candi was sitting on the couch watching a reality tv show about some minor celebrity that a camera followed around in their everyday lives. It was trash tv, but tv he had watched a little of with her. It was a distraction and one he was happy to have, but as she asked the question Bailey looked at her questioning himself if he should admit anything. His first reaction was no, he could handle it, but he didn’t feel like he could. After spending time with her he didn’t think bottling things up before was the right way to go, he just didn’t have a friend like to release upon. Mommy was there, but he had to be strong for her, the only thing he had to be for Candi is to be there for her and let her be there for him.

With it just being Candi in the room he could let it out… let some of it out. Nana was in one of the suites' bedrooms watching a rerun of Wheel of Fortune. “So like… I went on a double date with Aunt Megan, but only for dinner. Then Liam took me to a party at a frat house.” Candi put her hand up to stop her. She wasn’t sure if she should just let Bailey tell her story or stop her to ask questions, but if she was going to help her she wanted to know everything she could.

“Where did Aunt Megan and her date go?”

“They umm went to like an orchestra or play or something.” Things would have like been sooo different if we just went with them. A nice, but boring evening would have been so much better.

“That sounds like it could have been fun, how come you didn’t go to? Oh no tickets I guess?” Bailey shook his head, Liam had brought up the frat party before the night and he had made the choice then to go. A night of drinking and games seemed like so much more fun, and those parts of the night were fun. At one point they played a drinking game called ring of fire, always one of his favorites.

“Umm I like wanted to go to the party.” Bailey looked away from his friend, feeling embarrassed about his bad decision. Candi nodded to her friend seeing wha she was pretty sure was shame on her face. Parties were always fun, and she imagined she would be attending more than a few at a frat house or sorority house when she went off to college, but considering the look on Bailey’s face she didn’t want to comment. So instead she waited for her to resume where she had left off.

“I ended up drinking, we played games.”

“How much did you drink?” Candi asked interrupting again.

“Too much, not enough…” If I had more maybe I wouldn’t remember, Bailey mentally finished the sentence.

“Okay, so you drank not enough, but also too much and then played some games. What else?” She still want’ sure if something bad happened or just something super embarrassing. She could imagine going to party and having one to many wine coolers and saying something people thought was stupid. She learned when she was younger that when people say no question is stupid, they meant they didn’t want to hear a question they thought was stupid, so she often didn’t bring things up she didn’t understand in the moment.

“We went up to a bedroom and…”

“Stop! You didn’t!?” Candi said with excitement in her voice, moving from sitting on the couch to getting up on her knees.

“Shhhh, not so loud.” Bailey held his index finger to his lips, shushing his friend. The last thing he wanted was Nana to come out here. He didn’t want to admit any of this, but he had to get it out.

“We umm had sex and I was drunk, maybe we were drunk and he…” Tears were starting to come to Bailey’s eyes. Just saying this made him start to feel **** all over again. He was a man, he shouldn’t be with another man, he shouldn’t have felt so helpless, it shouldn’t have felt good. He shouldn’t have felt like there was ****.

“Liam, he what?” Candi said in a stern voice, her hackles starting to rise. She didn’t see any bruises on Bailey, she didn’t want to believe Liam who looked and acted like he was some bad boy would hurt a girl, but Bailey had also said they were drunk. Then something clicked in her mind. “Wait, was being with Liam your first time!?”

Tears welling up in his eyes, Bailey nodded. It was not his first time, but it was his first time with another man, something that should never have happened. “It… it was bad.”

“The sex was bad? Like it didn’t feel good or like he hurt you?” Bailey shook his head, wishing he didn’t have to admit this, but he couldn’t lock it up inside.

“No….” His voice came out in a whine. “It felt good, like him kissing my neck, touching my chest felt incredible,” Bailey had a flash of memory where Liam held his hands back behind him, his legs held apart as he thrust inside of him. He could only feel the pressure from his dick, but the vibrator around his own member felt so much better than it ever had. It was like the sensitivity on his skin had been turned up. Bailey had pressed back into Liam’s crotch as he was fucked, he had not only been fucked, but at participated.

“But like… I didn’t want it, not with him, but it also felt good.” Scooting over on the couch, Candi wrapped her arms around Bailey. “You said you drank too much, did he take advantage of you? Did he ra…” Bailey pulled back and shook his head, not wanting to hear the word.

“We were both drunk.” He had always been able to outdrink Liam and even with losing some weight no way could Liam not have been drunk if he had. Bailey knew he had made sure Liam drank more than him.

“Still…” Candi said, looking at her friend in the eye, trying to see if there was something she wasn’t telling her. “So this was your first time, and it didn’t go the way you expected? You said not with him, so you wanted your first time to be with someone else and more special?” Bailey didn’t feel like any of her questions were an accusation, or had any judgment behind them.

Bailey gave her a small nod and a tiny smile as he looked at her. She had such pretty green eyes, she was a beautiful young woman. It felt nice to have someone like her, but part of him wished he was looking into the large blue eyes of Mommy and hugging her right now. The hug Candi was giving him still felt good and he appreciated it. Mommy was just out of town and at this moment he missed her, missed her constant stability. Getting that off his chest felt good, it wasn’t everything, he wasn’t sure he wanted to unpack everything ever. He also knew he really needed a drink.

After the hugging, and sitting next to Candi, both leaning into each other was they rotted their brains away on reality tv the itch to have a drink only grew. “Candi, do you umm know if your Dad has anything to drink here?”

“Yeah he always orders a bottle from the bar so he can enjoy a glass at night, why?” Bailey sat up from the couch, moving towards the tiny hotel kitchen in the suite. “Because I had a really bad night and need a drink like sooo bad.”

“I dunno, I don’t think Daddy would like that.”

“Please, pretty please with a cherry on top!” Bailey put his hands together like he was begging, while sticking out his bottom lip. He really needed a drink and knew there was nothing at his place.

“Okay… only because of what happened though. So only a little.”

Edna had gotten up to use the bathroom and when she came out she could hear the girls rooting around in the cupboard. It was getting close to lunch time, so she figured it was time to come out and check on the girls and see what they would like to do for lunch. Coming out of her bedroom she was surprised at what she saw. The girls had a bottle of whiskey on the counter, both brining the dark liquid to their lips in glasses. “This taste, like so bad!” Candi said sticking her tongue out and wishing she had not taken a drink with Bailey. She had no idea how her Daddy drank this stuff, it was terrible.

“Getting into your fathers liquor while I’m just in the other room. Bold Candace, very bold.” Candi quickly emptied the rest of her glass in the sink more on instinct to try and save herself than think it through.

“Nana, ahhh, it isn’t what it looks like!”

“It looks like my granddaughter and my recently adopted granddaughter are drinking my son’s **** without his permission. I could be mistaken though, did either of you call him and get permission?” Edna strode forward, holding her hand out for Bailey to hand over the glass.

“Drinking before noon, stealing, and drinking when underage.” Edna shook her head, trying to look stern as she looked at the girls. She had drunk plenty at their age, but she hadn’t been caught. At least they had the good sense to do it here instead of asking someone of age to buy it for them or doing it out at a party. She needed to be firm so they knew this wasn’t acceptable, but also show them they had other avenues so they wont just try to hide it better next time. “Girls, if you wanted to try drinking something you could have talked to me about it first. Bailey honey, I bet your aunt or mother would rather the same. You are not old enough to drink yet, but are definitely old enough to want to. This…” Edna held up the bottle on the counter. “This is not where to start, a lot of people never enjoy the taste of whiskey. If you came to me first I could have gotten us some wine coolers that we could have enjoyed here in the room and then spent some time at the pool, or had some wine. Instead you chose this path.”

Bailey watched the bottle of whiskey being taken away, he had hardly had any from his glass and was hoping to have more than just one, but even that seemed like to much to ask.

Still holding the bottle in hand Edna went and put it back where it was supposed to be. “In the future, that is the path to take. You shouldn’t be in such a hurry to grow up, I promise you will miss this time when you are older. Candice, Bailey do you understand?”

“Yes Nanna.” She heard them say almost in unison. “Good, but that is for going forward. Now you did wrong and have to be punished. Candace do you want to tell Bailey how you will be punished?”

“I have to go find a switch?” Candi frowned thinking about going out to find a stick for her Nana to smack her rear with. It had to be just right too or she would make her go find another or worse she would get it herself.

“Close, both of you would. I can’t be punishing just one of you, but we also can’t be going around breaking branches off the bushes and trees at a hotel. So I will be using my cane, don’t worry though I wont be hitting you nearly as hard as I would with a switch.”

“You.. you are umm going to hit me…” Bailey’s voice trailed off as he looked over at Candi who would be getting the same thing. The old woman shouldn’t be allowed to hit him, he wasn’t going to let that happen, and Candi shouldn’t be punished, he had talked her into it. “It was my idea Nanna, Candi woldn’t have if I didn’t make her and umm you can’t spank me.”

Edna rocked her head back appraising Bailey. “It is nice of you to stand up for Candace, but she made her own decisions. I promise you dear you didn’t make your friend do anything. Now that comment about not able to spank you. Let me ask you something, what do you think would happen if I called my son, or your mother? Do you think they would agree with you?”

“No…” Bailey hated to admit, knowing it had been him to tell Mommy that she should spank him when he did something wrong. A mistake he was living with, over and over again.

“I didn’t think so, now how about you girls take hold of those chairs, pull down your shorts so we can get this over with.”