We hadn't gone far when he told me, “I want to pull up at the drive-in bottle shop.” “That’s fine with me," I continued, "I don't want to be d...unk for what we were about to do. I wanted this to be special.” When he drove in he ordered two cold bottles of champagne. “Wow we are doing things in style,” I said. “Nothing is too good for you. I want us to be happy together.” “Shit. That sounds like a proposal,” I said as I looked at him. “I wish it could be, but no, tonight is something. The group sat in a corner of the Friary each of them drinking steadily, Greg drinking slower than the others. He wanted to keep a clearer head and not make the mistakes of the Freshers Fortnight. Greg found the night more enjoyable drinking less and making memories, Elissa allowed herself to relax and enjoy herself, her barriers falling as she felt more at ease in the group and the surroundings. As Greg watched he found her to be more beautiful the more at ease she was. Elissa found herself. Being an offensive lineman, even a good one, was not a particularly glamorous position. It was pretty much all grunt work - "down-in-the-trenches" kind of stuff. The type of football that won games by attrition, not by spectacular solo efforts. Hence, all the attention... all the acclaim; all the girls went to the players in the flashier positions, such as the quarterbacks and wide receivers and the like.Until today.Grinning his big, stupid grin, Biff flipped open the door to one of the unused. There was a moment of pressure and she was certain he would enter her, but he stopped. Her body continued to betray her and she felt her hard clit push against the material of her panties. She prayed her would not feel her there.Then the hard leather paddle came down on her ass and she screamed into her gag. He paddled her again and again. First on one check and then the other. It burned and the tears streamed down her face. She wondered if a person could die from a spanking.?Do you want to use.