I am coach of a local amateur football team.
The team had done badly recently, so I have arranged a practice evening for them.

My girlfriend Mandy and I agree we will go out for a meal after the training session, so she arrives at the pitch during goal practice. She is smartly dressed for a posh meal out. (Blouse skirt and heels, with 'who knows what' kind of sexy underwear.)
It's warm and sunny now, but it has been raining and the area in front of the goal is very muddy.

Our goalie is standing in front of the goal and the rest of the team are trying to shoot balls past him.
As he is one of the problems, he lets in many of the 'goals'.

Mandy says, "I could do better than that".
"Oh yes" say some of the members of the team. "Want to give it a try?"
"Not in this outfit" Mandy says.
I tell her, "Well, I could find you a football shirt, shorts and some boots, if you're game. You could use the visiting teams showers to get clean afterwards, before we go out.
It might motivate the lads and make them ashamed, if they find a girl can do better than them."
"Go on then," she says. "Where's the shirt, shorts and boots?"

I find the kit for her and she gets changed. When she come out on the field she looks great.
"OK " I say, "each of the team get 2 shots each, see how many goals you can save."

I can see a twinkle in her eye and know she are going to have fun. The lads do not realise that she, in fact, loves getting messy.

"How many of the shots do you think you can save? If each of the lads have 2 shots each with 11 players and one substitute that's 24 shots, and I will have one go, to make it up to 25."

" I think I can do better than your goalie, I can probably let in no more than 5 of the 25 shots."

"Oh yes, hoot the lads, What will you do if you don't ?"

"What do you want me to do?" she says.

"How about you take your football shirt off if you let in more than 5 shots and take your shorts off if you let in more than 10, and your bra for more than 15 and your knickers if you let in 20"

"NO, I'm not doing that. Well OK, just the football shirt and the shorts, no further."

I realise even with no shirt and shorts, the lads are going to get an eyeful, since Mandy has on a bra which she fills amply, and will only have on thong knickers that she always wears.

Mandy lest the first shot in, as she make little attempt to dive for it in the mud. (To me it seems obvious you are not trying).
However, this lets the lads believe you are behaving as they'd always expected a girl to do and try not to get messy in the mud around the mouth of the goal.
After that first shot, Mandy dives in fully, trying properly to make the saves, which ends with her getting filthy and her hair becoming a matted muddy mess.

As she continues, several of the lads find it difficult to concentrate on the football and she get some easy saves.
As the time goes on, she miss more saves and has to take off the football shirt, soon followed by the shorts.
Eventually Mandy had let in 12 goals and I feel sure she arranged it so shat she would end in her undies and that she had enjoyed having a great time.

The practice is over and I go back to the Home changing room with the lads, while Mandy goes to use the adjoining Visitors shower room.

With the twinkle in her eye and knowing how randy that made me feel, I am sure Mandy and I are in for a good time tonight.


PART 2

We both get home after the meal following the muddy football practice.

I say, "Mandy you looked filthy before. Just how I like to see you.
But I think you enjoyed it too much. You will have to be punished."

I get her to kneel down and tie her hands behind her back. I then produce a dining chair and fasten her ankles to each front leg, finishing with tying her hands to the back.

" I don't seem to have much in, " I say. "I'm going to the supermarket to see what I can find."

Many screams, "You can't leave me here like this."

"Oh yes, I can!"

When I return Mandy sees that I have bought Peanut butter, and a large bag of flour.
" Oh no, not the flour" she says.

Despite her protest I mix a full bucket and make a large amount of flour and water paste.
I smear all the jar of Peanut butter on her hair, keeping her face clean.

"You don't want the flour and water paste poured over you, do you?" I say.

"NO, please. That's the worst."

"TOUGH" I say with a laugh and pour it across her face and hair.

"To finish, let's end with a little of my personal cream" I say.