We're playing football now, not doing fitness. We're gonna be running around, and when you do, your dick will be flapping all over the place, whilst m...ne, is gonna be nice and secure." As I finished, I groped my package momentarily, to emphasise my point. Joe responded immediately by calling my theory "rubbish" and told me to prove it. My method would be for us each to jog on the spot for ten seconds, whilst the other watched the crotch area to see how much movement took place. Although, he was. When they got to sit on his knee and told him their Christmas wishes, he told them that there wouldn't be any. He said that because YOU had been a naughty boy this year they weren't on his list.” “Who the hell does he think he is? This ‘mudak,’ this unmitigated dickhead thinks he can do this to Ivan the Terrible. I’ll take care of him. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse,” he shouted as he became flushed and spittle sprayed the room. “Ivan you can’t mean to threaten Santa Claus,” I blurted. "Want another drink?" I asked as I pressed against her."Yeah, I do," she said leaning her head back into my chest. I mixed her another double vodka and soda and put it on the counter in front of her. She gave me a big smile as her hand ran over mine. Her fingers gently stroked mine as she turned towards me."Thanks," she said. "You're so sweet." Not really," I replied with a slight grin. "I have my moments though." Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me after the game?". Makaela gritted her teeth wanting to smart off, but her bottom was too sore to be spanked again. Makaela's bottom always marked for a little after being thrashed but faded quickly. This made it look like her bottom was less sore because some of the marks had faded but that was absolutely wrong. Her bottom would still be sore enough to make sitting impossible for days. Today her bottom was a radiant red from the spanking she was given yesturday but at least it wasn’t a bruised purple like it was.