I have plenty of money left over from the million-dollar check from the FBI as well as the second check from them. My head went back to the large SUV ...or John, but what to get Dakota was still a mystery to me.I rode back to the Hawk with my mind still on Christmas presents for my group. I looked at my contact list in my phone and dialed up the astute salesperson from the Ford dealership. When I got voicemail, I just left a vague message asking for a return phone call and hung up. I didn’t want. In front of her was a handsome older man, in his mid to late 50’s, who she immediately recognized as Mr. Marchio, and with him-some massive gentleman Bella immediately assumed was here to guarantee her participation in this insanity. ‘Ah Bella, don’t you look amazing!’ Mr. Marchio greeted her jovially and grabbed her by her shoulders kissing both of her cheeks. ‘I’m thrilled that you’ve accepted my invitation into my family’. Bella was amazed at the man’s audacity,’ ‘Mr. Marchio, you know I. "Oh dear Davill, another spanking to administer hey? I assume you have permission from the parents to carry out this punishment?" Of course," Mr Davill smiled."Well young lady. You should know that Mr Davill is no softie when it comes to corporal punishments. I've heard him wielding a paddle or strap on many evenings while walking by his classroom. Be assured that your crying and moaning will fall on deaf ears and you will probably not be sitting down comfortably on your sore bottom for quite. She starts to sit up and opens her eyes, she glares at me with wide eyes filled with hate.“Get dressed.” I snap at her, “meet me at this address tonight at seven.” I order her before giving her the address I want her to meet me at later.“Fuck you.” She snarls.“You might want to be nicer to me and do as I say.” I warn her.“Fuck you.” She growls at me.“Ok, I guess you wont mind if I send this to everyone in school then.” I tell her as I stand up, reach for and retrieve my phone. I stop the.