I have already mentioned, I inherited my house from my Uncle, along with his extensive library of erotic literature and his 'Cabinet of Curiosities' a true sadists delight.
Zack and Stacy, who live one house along have already savoured what I have to offer. Once is never enough and they have pestering me to allow them to try out my hobby room. I must admit I am excited as they are by the prospect.
The opportunity has finally arisen. Their mother is going away on five-day conference. Being sixteen and Seventeen respectively she considers Zack and Stacy to be old enough to be left on their own.
In fact they will be staying with me for seventy-two hours. We have been planning for a week now. Both have written out cards stating the Sadomasochistic acts they with to indulge in, I have produced some extra cards of my own to add to the pile. The Sadomasochistic acts vary from quiet mild too fairly severe. Part of the thrill of the long weekend is that they will not know when they will try out any given pastime or even if they will indulge in it all.
All I wanted in return was to spend the first night with Zack, the second with Stacy and the third with both of them. Of course there was also the matter of inflicting pain.
Once their mother had left, Zack and Stacy made their way to my back door. They were both naked and rearing to go. I was not going to disappoint them.
We tossed a coin to see who went first Zack got the honour. He took a card from his pile; it was to be a simple no thrills birching. With a throw of some dice it was determined that it would be twenty-four cuts of the birch, twelve delivered by Stacy and twelve by me. He was unlucky it could have been a lot more.
We secured him and then Stacy started the proceedings, her first three cuts were delivered in quick succession, Zack's body reacted magnificently, but not a sound came from him. Three more cuts followed and then as Stacy took a rest, I took the opportunity to massage Zack's bottom, which was by this stage reddening and nicely marked. Rest over, Stacy picked up the birch, I suggested that the next six cuts be delivered in one rapid burst. She delivered them skilfully, Zack's body arched and while it was clear that he wanted to scream out his pride stopped him.
We then took time to admire Stacy's handiwork, Zack's bottom was scarlet and a number of angry welts were developing, traced these with my fingers causing them to rise further. We offered Zack a gag and a pot to piss in; he refused the gag but made use of the pot.