The light strokes seemed harder now, and there were only three more before a swoosh as the rods spread their sting across both cheeks. 'Aaah. Oh. Oh.'...As my bottom was flayed by the birch rods the fire inside me built steadily as the rods flashed across both cheeks, quicker and harder, until there were no more soft, tender strokes, just a barrage of hard swooshing strokes, rapid, painful strokes. My backside was being birched, hard, with no respite.Then it stopped. I panted, my mind numb, my. .." I started, but she slipped the padded cotton over my eyes."Don't be a baby," she warned as she led me into the second bedroom and pushed me against the bed. I groaned and cried out as I fell face first, but had to rely on my other senses as I tumbled in the unlit world.She giggled and my arms were pulled upwards. "What!" I cried as I felt cold metal snapping over my left wrist and then my right. "Maisie, this isn't funny. This..." I cried, shouting into the room, but was rewarded by a gag. I was very sure that there was no troublesome painful hymen left to break or prevent his easy entry to my love and baby making tunnel. I remember the first time mom gave me a vibrator, and showed me how to use it, shoving it deep into my pussy her very own self. She worked it in and out until I had a screaming orgasm, my first one. I loved that so much I wished she was willing to do it with me more than that first time, but she told me mothers and daughters shouldnt have sex together for. "Want some beer?" Rachel fended itoff dismissively, "Oh no dear, but thank you," then playfully whisperedinto Chris's ear, "Say, Spidey, I want to get captured in your web, ifyou catch my drift," then bearing a honey smile belying a hidden sexyallure. She then petted him with a hand around Chris's masked face. "Ahwell, I'm honored,Mary J, but will Peter mind?" he asked tentatively.She then giggled cutely, then replied, "Oh I am sure Peter wouldnt mindtoo much....now where's a spare room we can.