Foreword
"Did you like the way I ate your pussy, Mistress Felicia?" Betty asked.
"No, it was not good at all. You must be punished," Felicia said.
"How are you going to punish me for my oral blundering?"
"I am afraid that I must pierce your tongue," the bitch said.
"Please don't do that to me," Betty begged, to no avail.
Betty had her lower lip pressed against the edge of the table and her tongue protruding as far as she could get it.
Mistress Felicia held Betty's tongue pinned to the wooden slab and poised the thick nail both with her left hand.
She held the hammer in her right.
BAM!
Blood spurted everywhere as the nail drove right through Betty's tongue and into the wooden slab on the other side.