Two very young men

The curtain reveals the hostess and two young men who cannot be much older than 18. You think they are identical twins at first... But almost immediately see some difference too. Still, they clearly must be brothers or other eerily similar same-age family members. Both are dressed in turtlenecks with jackets and both are carrying shoulder bags. The latter catch your eye because of their contrast: one is rather elegant and modern and altogether ordinary... While the other is a monstrosity from probably half a century ago, massive and with its old leather clearly held together only by the iron will of its inevitable now-deceased maker.

"Oh, could we trouble you to wipe the table and change the water, please?" One of them turns to the hostess. "We can deal with the clumsy young lady ourselves though, wouldn't want you to have to do extra work there too". The hostess murmurs assent and dashes away with the jug and the soaked tablecloth.

"Umm... Hi... I'm Jenna...", you begin, blushing. "James", "Bill", the two reply nearly in unison before James speaks again. "We obviously have quite a few things to discuss... But we need to get this little incident out of the way first. Please lose the skirt and any underwear. Oh, and we understand the whole corporal punishment thing for ladies was your idea?"

"Um, yes, but couldn't we just skip it this time? Like you said, we do have a few things to talk about... And pretty important ones", you say, hoping that since they have no vested interest in corporal punishment you will be able to talk normally... But Bill cuts you off. "Sorry, rules are rules, Jenna. Your own especially. I think we can bend them to the point of not adding an extra punishment for that request, but that's the best we can do. Oh... And you'll probably need this". Out of his large bag he produces a medium sized dildo. You cannot deny that rule fits you just about perfectly... And it is still in ****.

Sulking, you unzip your skirt. "What is it with the female masturbation rule though?", you ask, hoping to appear nonchalant about it. "We obviously did not realise the spanking is a... well, an add-on, shall we say...", Bill replies. "... but we both have a thing for ladies doing that - don't ask why - and we thought the punishments are a perfect setting for it. You know, it can happen to anyone, but not without reason and not so often that it becomes routine. I guess you were going by the same logic". You nod, as you step out of your skirt and put it over the back of your chair. You then peel your panties down your legs and deposit them on the top of your skirt.

"Any particular way I should do this?", you ask, turning to face the two younger men, your pussy exposed to them... and about to get exposed further still.