Straddling a chair

Instead of saying anything, Bill simply walks around the table, pulls out the chair you picked for yourself and attaches the dildo to it via its suction cup. He then pauses for a moment and lifts the chair to rotate it by 90 degrees. "You can grab onto the back and turn to face us this way", he comments rather needlessly. "Thanks", you mutter, not really bothering to hide the sarcasm. You mount the chair and lower yourself onto the protrusion; you are not too surprised to find that the process is very easy. The whole situation excites you far too much. That said, the action of turning your head to face your audience takes much more effort than the actual moving up and down, which you begin with only a moment's delay.

To your utter horror and shame, the sounds your pussy makes as you ride the dildo betray a pussy that is not just wet, but absolutely positively soaking. You moan in humiliation rather than pleasure, but it probably sounds all the same to the two brothers. Your horror and shame intensify further still when you hear James tell Bill in a somewhat hushed voice "This is even better than when Ms Appleby did this", and Bill explains to you as you continue to hump that Ms Appleby is their Maths teacher in college. You knew they were not long past the legal age, but this highlight of the age difference does not help. The only bright side is that the humiliation does not last too long. In one of the fastest orgasms of your life, you cum intensely and not as quietly as you try too... Not that you have any chance of hiding your enjoyment of the whole thing by this point. Unfortunately right as you are squeezing the dildo in orgasmic bliss, you also make eye contact with the waitress just entering the booth. You shut your eyes in shame, catching your breath.

The waitress is very efficient and you have barely had the time to pull yourself together and off the chair when she has already finished clearing up the mess you have made. She asks if anyone would like any drinks and the gentlemen would require any of the establishment's implements to discipline the lady. James says they have their own strap and will have a look at the drinks menu once the three of you are done and you are in no particular hurry to contradict him. The waitress leaves giving you the look of polite disapproval on her way out; many in the customer service have mastered this particular expression of letting the punished patron know they feel the punishment to be deserved without in any way being rude about it.

James in the meanwhile has taken out the strap he mentioned. You have certainly seen (and felt) heavier ones before so you are not too concerned when he tells you you are due half a dozen from the two of them together. Moments later you are bent over the same chair with the dildo soaked in your juices now all but touching your face. The strapping itself is not particularly outstanding; you grind your teeth and clench your fingers on the edges of the chair's seat, but you get through it without further demeaning reactions. Of course being spanked by two college boys is still more humiliating than an average spanking you would expect (you have been punished by one on one previous occasion, but that is a different story), but the half dozen spanks go by quickly enough and hurt enough for you not to dwell on that too much.

"You can return the dildo but let's keep those cloths off for the dinner", Bill says after you straighten yourself gingerly and thank them politely but briefly. "Ah, here are the drinks menus", he adds as the waitress reenters.