You are here because you have a boring ass life!”
Blitzen looked around like she was genuinely embarrassed now, hurt even. “I hope all of you slutty whores are ready to sing some Christmas Carols and spread Christmas cheer instead of Christmas pussy! I liked the enthusiasm of the others at the party when I said that. Blitzen wasn’t in last place, but she only had me throwing wreaths at her bottom. “No, you can bring a paddle and spank them if they get out of line or talk back,” Eddie handed me a wooden paddle that had the words “SANTA’S CUMMING” carved into one side and mistletoe symbols around a cock on the other side. “The guys like to make this hard on us. What did that mean? She looked at me with confusion and told me that she had enjoyed it as well. Don’t worry – we will decorate the tree at the end of the party and then you’ll get laid, I promise.”
“I am going to punish them?” I asked – trying not to sound too eager to be their tormentor.