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I pinched the throbbing little nub of flesh and Kara turned the attention of her switch back to my pussy. A pair of well-timed flicks of her wrist lashed twin kisses of willow-switch-borne-love onto the quivering lips of my twat. I howled with ecstasy, feeling a powerful Sweet orgasm begin to boil in the depths of my snatch. Abandoning my clit, I pushed my hand lower, mimicking Kara’s earlier action, I used my thumb and forefinger to spread the lips of my snatch open wide, exposing my inner vaginal folds. Kara paused only for a moment, easing two fingers of her unoccupied hand straight into the furiously convulsing portal of my anus. I snapped my head up and cried out with delight. The she brought her switch into action, raining down sharp, stinging blows into the folds of my quivering twat. She reversed her angle of approach, cutting upward with a well-aimed slash, landing the sting of the tip directly on my aching clit. I screamed and my hips bucked as my orgasm hit! My cunt convulsed, clamping down tight and then blossoming back open to receive additional delicious punishment. My rectum clenched down on Kara’s burrowing fingers as if trying to wrench them from her hand. And still she lashed at me, gasping with each blow of the switch. Each loving sting babe now seemed like the gentle caress, lovingly coaxing the gushing cum juices from my trembling fuck slot. I hunched my widespread thighs against the rough wooden barrel, my legs quivering from the strain until I thought they would cramp. The stinging lashes of Kara’s willow whip began to falter, losing strength and precision as she too seemed clutched in the grips of a shaking orgasm. Finally my vision began to blur, darkness threatening to close in around me as I collapsed on top of the wooden barrel, spent, exhausted, sweating, and wrung out like a limp dish rag. After several exhausted minutes of gasping desperately for breath, I rolled off the top of the barrel, landing in the grass in a most unladylike position on my back with my legs spread wide. Kara looked down at me, eyes glazed, her breasts heaving as she continued to gulp for air. My legs had indeed cramped, and I grasped at my inner thighs with my fingers, working to massage the life back into them. I lay there, spread open, my ravaged twat gaping wide and draining its juicy cunt butter down into the crack of my chafed little asshole. I lay small tits there for several minutes, regaining my composure. Then -- with much foreboding -- I inspected teen my precious cunt for the damage that Kara’s switch had wrought. I expected the worst -- swollen red welts of perhaps even a cut or sexy two. Instead, I found my pretty little pussy in pristine condition, oozing post-orgasmic drool but otherwise unharmed and fresh as a daisy. Gently I massaged the folds of my slippery honey pot, but could find no remnants of sore or stinging flesh. “You have successfully transformed pain into pleasure, Kara explained as I stared in amazement. “You will find no marks or bruises from you lashings. Remember this lesson well, and you will have strength and endurance beyond that of the common folk.” Mentally reeling from the implications, I promised that I would. “Speaking of the common folk,” Kara continued, “perhaps we should now turn our attentions to you inquisitive friend?” ##### Part 15 - Dinner is Served ##### I had entirely forgotten about the snooping Lisa-Marie, still lost in the tangle of woods and winding lanes surrounding the clearing. Perhaps it was because I had been preoccupied with other matters. Kara gave a wave of her hand in a circular motion, causing the pathway to her clearing to be revealed. 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