I almost spit it back out. "That's alcohol!" I accused."Yeah. So?" was her intelligent and logical reply. "I heard you didn't sleep well last night, a...nd I know alcohol helps with the pain, so I thought..." She didn't finish the sentence, and I felt guilty for snapping at her, so quickly downed the rest. This was only my second time drinking, ever, and she had poured a whole glass. I choked it down, and then gasped a "Thank you," and smiled, hoping to make her happy.She giggled, and ran the. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought a spanking would but it certainly turned me on like I thought it would. “Alright, it’s time for your spanking now,” he said as he spun me around to face him. The confusion on my face prompted laughter from him. “Oh sweetheart, you didn't think that was your spanking did you?” I swallowed. “No, of course not, sir.” He led me into the dining room, where he pulled out a chair and sat down. He had me remove my dress and lay across his lap in just my underwear. It. It was barely scratched. Roger came back with a tempered cold steel chisel and a heavy hammer. After a short and very terse conversation I nervously put my wrist on the curb again. Roger placed the chisel precisely on the locking mechanism and lifted the mallet. The whole scene was a test of my belief in his physical aptitude. The mallet crashed resoundingly into the chisel and suddenly there was a high-pitched screeching noise. After a moment of panic I realized the sound was coming from my. "Please Jason, don't tease me, baby! Please eat this juicy pussy and enjoy my sweet taste! Please, I love having my pussy eaten... so eat me!" she cried.And so, with her holding the lips of her pussy open for me, I used my hands to hold her legs wide apart.I knew when I started, her natural reaction would be to slam her legs shut on my head, thus hampering my dining. So I used my hand and arms to hold her legs apart so I could get at every delicious drop she would give me.I bent my head down.