"Come on, guys, I really need to pee!" exclaimed Mary Ellen, her dark brown eyes pleading as she brought her bicycle to a halt beside a lush, secluded grove. Rachel and Anne, both red-faced and sweaty from their leisurely ride along the Canal de Bourgogne, couldn't help but laugh at their friend's urgency. 

"Okay, go ahead. We'll keep an eye out for any perverts," Rachel, the fiery redhead, joked as she leaned against a tree, fanning herself with a map. Anne, the blonde and ever-adventurous one, playfully smacked Rachel's arm.

Mary Ellen, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment, hurried down the grassy path that veered off the main bicycle track. She was tall and slender, with an awkward grace that made her seem almost coltish at times. Once she found a suitable spot behind a large oak, she pulled down her baggy shorts and squatted, the cool breeze offering a moment's respite from the early June heat. Rachel and Anne, unable to resist their own curiosity and the thrill of doing something a little naughty, decided to follow her.

"Hurry up, Mary Ellen!" Rachel called out with a teasing lilt in her voice. She didn't mean to be cruel, but she enjoyed the occasional opportunity to rile her friend. Without waiting for a response, Rachel darted over and smacked Mary Ellen's bottom playfully. The sound echoed through the grove, making Mary Ellen jump. She looked over her shoulder to glare at Rachel, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"What the hell, Rachel!" she hissed. Rachel just giggled in response, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. Anne, unable to resist, reached out and gave Mary Ellen's bottom a gentle pat as well.

"You're just as bad!" Mary Ellen said, rubbing the spot Rachel had slapped. To her surprise, she felt a strange warmth spreading through her body. She had always been a bit of a prude, but there was something exhilarating about being caught in such a compromising position. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of Rachel and Anne seeing her so exposed.

"Looks like you’re all naughty American tourist,” Simone said, her voice cutting through the giggles. The girls spun around, their eyes going wide as they saw the tall, dark-haired woman standing behind them. “You for peeing behind a tree on my property,” she said, pointing to Mary Ellen, “And you two for peeking,” turning to Anne and Rachel.  Simone held a wooden sign and shovel, apparently about to plant the sign, advertising "Camping with Clean Bathrooms" with an arrow pointing down the path.

Mary Ellen, Rachel, and Anne felt their hearts skip a beat. They had been caught red-handed, quite literally, by the property owner, no less. Simone, however, didn't look angry. Instead, she had a knowing smirk on her face, as if she found the whole situation amusing.

"You could be my first guests of the season," Simone announced, her English tinged with a charming French accent. She waved her hand towards the campground, which was still a short distance away. "You can use the bathroom there, and even take a swim in the pond if you like. It's a little cooler up there."

The girls looked at each other, then back at Simone. Rachel, the busty one with a penchant for taking charge, spoke up first. "We'd love that," she said, flashing a dazzling smile. "But we need to get changed first."

Simone's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" she said, gesturing at the bikes. "You see, the changing shed is still being prepared. But fear not, my little pond is quite private." She winked at them, and Rachel and Anne, ever the daredevils, took the hint immediately.

"Skinny dip?" Rachel suggested with a laugh, already peeling off her shorts. Anne nodded eagerly and began to untie take off her t-shirt.

Mary Ellen hesitated, her cheeks burning as she tried to cover herself with a towel from her backpack while she dug for a swimsuit. She was the most modest of the trio, and the thought of baring it all in front of Simone was mortifying. Rachel noticed her friend's discomfort and decided to take matters into her own hands. Before Mary Ellen could protest, Rachel had grabbed the end of the towel and pulled it away, leaving her standing there in nothing but her bikini bottoms.

"You're not getting out of this that easily," Rachel said with a wink, tossing the towel aside. She grabbed the bottom of Mary Ellen's bikini, giving it a gentle tug. "Come on, it's just us girls here."

Mary Ellen felt her heart racing as she reluctantly stepped out of her bottoms. She had never been naked in front of anyone but herself before, let alone in such an open space. Rachel and Anne had always been more comfortable with their bodies, their confidence something she envied. With a deep breath, she stepped into the pond, the cool water swirling around her legs, offering a small reprieve from her embarrassment.

Simone watched the three of them frolic in the water, enjoying the idyllic scene. She had seen the excitement in their eyes, the way they glanced at each other's bodies. These young girls had a wild streak, and she knew how to handle it. "Ah, so refreshing!" she exclaimed, stepping out of her own clothes and joining them in the water. She was tall and lean, her skin a deep bronze that made their own pale complexions seem almost ghostly in comparison.

Mary Ellen felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as Simone swam over to her, her breasts bobbing in the water. "You know, you could use some sun on those cheeks of yours," she said.  Mary Ellen wondered if she meant the cheeks on her face or her bare bottom.  "And it seems Rachel and Anne could use some more even tans as well."

Refreshed by the swim, the four of them climbed out of the pond, their skin glistening with water droplets. Rachel and Anne, already feeling bold, dropped their towels without hesitation and laid them out on the grass and lay down to even their tans.  Reluctantly, Mary Ellen joined them, lying on her stomach. 

“Mon Dieu! You have two red hand prints, one on each cheek!” exclaimed Simone, as she gently brushed the imprints made by Anne and Rachel, earlier.  Mary Ellen turned bright red, but was secretly pleased by Simone’s attention.

After tanning for about half an hour Simone showed the girls where to stash the bicycles and set up camp and then invited the girls to the barn which had been converted to a store for the campers and also was an antique store featuring curios of Burgundian country farm life.

Browsing through the crowed barn, Anne gestured to a wooden bench that almost looked like a church kneeler slanted somewhat forward, but with a large semi-circular notch in the middle of the top board where you would rest your elbows while praying and two smaller notches to either side.  "What is that?" Simone replied "I don’t know in English.  It is a 'banc de fessée.  It's an old piece of furniture from the convent. I think you girls could use a little... encouragement to try it out."  Anne exclaimed, “Oh, I know that word – it’s a spanking bench!”

“Exactement!” replied Simone.

Mary Ellen was nervous but Rachel spoke up.

"I’m surprised you know so much French, Anne.  Let's give it a try, it's just a bit of fun!" Rachel took her place, kneeling on the bench, leaning forward to place her wrists and neck in the notches on the top board.  Looking back over her shoulder with a grin.  "Fessée me," she called out, “I dare you!

Mary Ellen and Anne exchanged a look, then Rachel's laughter filled the barn as Anne gave her a playful smack on her bottom. At Rachel's playful look, Mary Ellen added a smack on the other cheek.  Rachel's cheeks grew pink, and she giggled, saying it was Anne's turn.

Anne jumped to take Rachel's place and received a playful swat each from Mary Ellen and Rachel.

Rachel, turning to Mary Ellen, said, "Your turn," as both Anne and Rachel helped her into the kneeling position.

Before Mary Ellen knew what was happening, Rachel had flipped the other half of the top board.  Mary Ellen belatedly realized the notches in the top board formed a stockade, and she was locked in place. Rachel's eyes went wide with a hint of excitement.  She enjoyed bossing demure Mary Ellen around and this promised to be an entertaining extension of their dynamic.

"Hey, guys, this isn't funny!" Mary Ellen whined, her voice muffled by the wooden frame. Mary Ellen’s breasts pressed against the slats of the bench, causing her nipples to harden, her bare skin contrasting with the aged wood.

"Oh, come on, it's just for a bit!" Rachel teased, her eyes glinting with excitement as she picked up the large pelure de pain, a wooden paddle used to remove bread from hot ovens at the boulangerie, the bakery, which was among the many farm-life antiques on display in the barn.

"Rachel, seriously, let me out!" Mary Ellen protested, but Rachel's only response was to wink at Anne. The two of them had a mischievous glint in their eyes that told Mary Ellen she was in for it now. Rachel swung the paddle back and brought it down on Mary Ellen's cheeks with a resounding smack.

The sound echoed through the barn, making Mary Ellen's heart race. She squirmed, the wood of the banc digging into her knees, as Rachel delivered another firm swat to her cheeks. Rachel's breasts swayed with the motion, and despite her predicament, Mary Ellen couldn't help but appreciate the view. Rachel and Anne had always had a certain confidence about them that she'd envied, and now here she was, at their mercy.

"I think we need something a little more... traditional," Simone said, her voice carrying the hint of a smile. She quickly released Mary Ellen from the stockade and took the paddle from Rachel’s hand and strode over to a basket filled with willow switches. Rachel and Anne's eyes lit up, but Mary Ellen felt a knot form in her stomach.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her curiosity piqued.

Simone picked up one of the willow switches, running it gently over Rachel's bare chest. "This," she said, "is what they used in the old days for naughty girls like you." Rachel's eyes widened, but she didn't protest as Simone laid the switches down and helped Rachel back onto the bench.

Rachel shot a smug look at the others, her confidence unshaken by the impending punishment. But when Simone took a bundle of willow switch to Rachel's ass, the sound of them cracking against her skin was different—more severe, more serious. Rachel's giggles turned into gasps, and Mary Ellen couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for goading her into this situation.

Mary Ellen felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had never been spanked before, let alone in such a public, or rather semi-public, setting. But Rachel's teasing had gotten them into this mess, and now she was getting what was coming to her. Simone turned to Mary Ellen, “You should have the honors next, since Rachel locked you on the banc de fessée without consent.”  Mary Ellen took the bundle of switches and experimentally swung the bundle across Rachel’s backside, Rachel's cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink with each smack, but it was clear she was enjoying the attention. Surprised, Mary Ellen discovered she liked getting her own back against bossy Rachel.

Anne, anxious to join in nudged Mary Ellen aside and took the lead, her strokes a bit harder than before. Rachel yelped and giggled, her eyes watering slightly as Anne’s hand connected with her firm ass. "Again," Simone ordered, her voice low and authoritative. Mary Ellen watched, her own breath hitching as she felt an unexpected arousal building within her.

Anne stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and concern. Rachel's cheeks were now a deep crimson, and she squirmed in the stockade, her breasts jiggling with each strike. "That's enough," Anne murmured, but Rachel, ever the masochist, begged for more, her voice strained yet eager.

Simone, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the moment, decided to up the ante. Reaching into one of the many wooden wine crates used as shelves to display the curios, she picked up a small marble dowel and approached Mary Ellen, who was still kneeling next to the bench, watching Anne apply herself to Rachel’s bottom. "You see this?" she said, holding up the cold, hard object.

“It is a rouleau à pâtisserie, a dough roller used by the nuns from the local abbey to make pastries.  But I think they used it for other things, like a godemiché – they used it as a dildo. This will help you say sorry for peeing on my property."

Simone pushed Mary Ellen’s legs further apart.  Realizing her pussy was wet, her whole body turned crimson.  Mary Ellen’s eyes went wide as Simone began to gently rub the dildo against her slit. She felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body, and despite her protests, she couldn't help but lean into the touch. Rachel and Anne watched in amazement as Simone began to spank Mary Ellen with one hand while using the marble toy with the other. Rachel's eyes were glued to the sight of the dildo disappearing between Mary Ellen's thighs, her own curiosity piqued.

"I can't believe you guys are doing this," Mary Ellen murmured, her voice strained with pleasure and embarrassment.  With a wicked smile playing on her lips Simone grabbed another, smaller cylinder and handed it to Anne. 

Anne was initially confused as to where to place the smaller godemiché but then realized just where to put it, rubbing increasingly smaller circles around Mary Ellen’s winking anus. Mary Ellen’s eyes widened as Anne pushed the tip of the dildo against her anus, the coolness a stark contrast to her hot, flushed flesh of her bottom. She gasped as it slid inside her, her body tensing around the unyielding object.

Anne couldn't help but watch, her eyes glued to Mary Ellen’s expression as she was penetrated. Mary Ellen’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a low moan, her body shaking with the new sensation. "Oh, wow," Mary Ellen managed to murmur, her voice breathless.

Mary Ellen looked up from her kneeling position, her cheeks still stinging from Simone’s smacks, and watched Simone move to stand behind Rachel. Rachel's eyes shot open in surprise as Simone put on a leather harness and fixed one of the marble dildos to it and began to fuck her, the rhythmic motion making the banc creak and Rachel's breasts bounce. Rachel's moans grew louder, and Anne could see her friend's body tighten with each thrust.

Anne felt her own curiosity peaking as she took in the scene before her. Rachel had always been the most daring of the three, but even she had never tried anything like this before. Simone's movements were precise, almost clinical, as if she had done this countless times before. Rachel's face was a mask of pleasure, her cheeks red from the spanking and her eyes glazed over with lust.

Mary Ellen felt a strange mix of emotions—shame, excitement, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She watched Rachel's body move with Simone's rhythm, the wood of the bench creaking slightly with each thrust. Rachel's breathing grew more ragged, her moans louder.

"You like that, don't you?" Simone purred, giving Rachel's cheeks a firm smack, her hip moving faster. Rachel could only nod, her eyes squeezed shut.

Mary Ellen watched, her own breathing shallow, as Rachel's body began to quiver. Rachel's hips bucked against the bench, and she let out a gasping moan that seemed to fill the entire barn.

"Oh, god, yes," Rachel moaned, her voice thick with passion.

Anne couldn't take her eyes off the sight. Rachel's body was a symphony of pleasure, and she felt a sudden urge to explore her own. Without a second thought, she reached down and began to touch herself, her eyes never leaving Rachel. She felt her own wetness and gasped quietly, her cheeks flushing with the realization of how much she was enjoying this.

Simone noticed Anne's reaction and decided it was time to include her in the fun. She pulled the marble dildo out of Rachel and held it up to Anne's lips. "Would you like to try?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

Anne hesitated for a moment before nodding, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Rachel, still breathing heavily from her own orgasm, watched as Simone inserted the dildo which had just been in her into Anne's pussy, her eyes wide with anticipation. Rachel's body was still locked in the stockade, the cool wood against her hot skin making her feel even more exposed.

Mary Ellen, on the sidelines, couldn't help but feel left out. Her own arousal had grown as she watched Rachel's reaction, and she felt a strange envy. Anne’s moans grew louder as Simone worked the marble toy in and out her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the barn. Rachel's eyes flicked over to Mary Ellen, and she gave her a knowing smile.

"Why don't you come over here?" Rachel called out, her voice strained from the pleasure. "You don't want to miss out, do you?"

Mary Ellen swallowed hard, feeling her heart race. She was torn between her shyness and the intense arousal building within her. Rachel and Anne had always been the more adventurous ones, and she had always been content to follow along, but this was a new level of intimacy she hadn't anticipated. Yet, the sight of Anne’s breasts bouncing with each thrust from Simone's hand had her own body responding in ways she couldn't ignore.

Tentatively, she stepped closer to the bench, her eyes flicking from Rachel's face to the marble dildo buried in Anne's pussy. Rachel's eyes locked onto hers, and she nodded encouragingly. "Come on, Mary Ellen," Rachel panted. "You know you want to."

Mary Ellen took a deep breath and allowed Rachel's excitement to wash over her. She reached out and took the marble dildo from Simone's hand, her heart hammering in her chest. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she positioned the cool stone against her opening, feeling the heat of Rachel's gaze as much as the coolness of the toy. Rachel's breath hitched as Mary Ellen began to rub the marble in slow, deliberate circles. Rachel's moans grew louder, her hips pushing back against the bench, urging Mary Ellen on.

Mary Ellen's confidence grew with each stroke, her shyness slowly giving way to the thrill of the moment. Rachel's breasts jiggled as she squirmed, the stockade keeping her in place, making her vulnerable and exposed. The power dynamic had shifted, and Mary Ellen found it thrilling. Rachel was no longer the one in charge; she was at their mercy, her body open to whatever they had in store for her.

Anne's eyes never left Rachel's face, watching the pleasure wash over her features. Rachel's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink; her eyes glazed with passion. She stretched her bound hand to Mary Ellen, her thumb stroking the inside of her palm. "Keep going," Rachel urged, her voice hoarse.  Simone reached over and released the stockade, but Rachel remained kneeling on the banc de fessée. 

Mary Ellen felt Rachel's hand grip hers, guiding the marble dildo in a steady rhythm. Rachel's moans grew louder, her hips rocking back and forth with the movement. The barn, once filled with the sound of their laughter and splashing in the pond, was now a cacophony of pleasure—the slap of flesh meeting wood, the wetness of Rachel's pussy, and the ragged breathing of three women lost in the moment.

Simone watched with a knowing smile, her own hand straying to her own sex, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate dance. She could feel the tension in the air, the electricity crackling between the three young travelers. It was clear that this was more than just a playful spanking session; it was a testament to their growing bond and the unspoken desires they had all brought with them on this trip.

Mary Ellen's strokes grew more confident, her hand moving the marble toy in time with Rachel's hips. Rachel's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the sensations overtaking her body. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. The pain from the spanking melded with the pleasure from the dildo, creating a delicious symphony of sensation that had her toes curling against the dusty floorboards.

Simone watched with an approving eye as Mary Ellen found her rhythm, her own hand moving faster between her legs. "Good girl," she murmured, her French accent thick with lust. Rachel's moans grew more frantic, her body tightening as she approached climax.

Mary Ellen's heart raced as Rachel's grip on her hand grew stronger, urging her to go faster. Rachel's thighs quivered around the marble dildo, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sight of Rachel's pleasure was intoxicating, and Mary Ellen couldn't help but feel a thrill of power as Rachel's body responded to her touch. Rachel's eyes snapped open, locking onto hers, and for a moment, it felt as if they were the only two people in the world.

Simone stepped closer, her own breathing ragged as she watched the scene unfold. She reached out and caressed Rachel's flushed cheek, her thumb tracing the path of a tear that had escaped Rachel's eye. Rachel leaned into the touch, her body desperately seeking release. With a final, forceful push from Mary Ellen, Rachel's orgasm crashed over her, her body spasming as she cried out in ecstasy.

The barn was silent for a moment, save for the sound of their heavy breathing and the distant chirping of birds outside. Rachel's body went limp in the stockade, the marble dildo slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. Anne stepped closer, her own hand still working her clit, and kissed Rachel gently on the forehead. "You okay?" she whispered.

 Rachel nodded, her chest heaving. "More than okay," she murmured, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Mary Ellen felt a strange sense of accomplishment, her hand still trembling from the experience. She had never felt so connected to Rachel and Anne, their shared intimacy a heady cocktail of pleasure and power. Rachel leaned back against the stockade, her eyes drifting shut as she reveled in the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Now, it's your turn," Rachel panted, her eyes flicking to Mary Ellen. "You've got to experience this."

Mary Ellen's cheeks burned as she looked at Rachel, who was still lying on the stockade, her body glistening with sweat and arousal. Rachel's confidence was contagious, and she felt the same thrill that had driven her friends to explore their boundaries. With trembling hands, she took the marble dildo from Rachel's hand and positioned herself over the bench, her knees slightly apart.

Simone stepped closer, her own excitement palpable. "Let's make this a full experience," she whispered, her hand tracing the curve of Mary Ellen's bottom. Rachel and Anne watched, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and lust, as Simone began to spank Mary Ellen with a gentle rhythm. The sting of each smack grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Mary Ellen's eyes watered, but she bit her lip and took the pain, her mind racing with the realization of how much she enjoyed it. Rachel and Anne looked at each other, their shared secret now a tangible reality, a silent understanding passing between them. Rachel's hand reached out to grip the stockade, her knuckles white as she watched Mary Ellen's body respond to the spanking.

Anne's eyes never left Rachel's, her own hand still working her clit. She felt Rachel's energy and knew she was close to the edge again. Rachel's gaze was intense; her pupils dilated with desire as she watched Mary Ellen's ass redden under Simone's firm hand. The sight of her friend's submission was more arousing than anything she had ever seen before.

Mary Ellen's breathing grew shallow as she felt the heat from the spanking meld with the coolness of the marble. Each smack from Simone brought her closer to her own climax. Rachel's hand reached out and touched hers, giving her the strength to endure the stinging pain. The bond between them grew stronger with every stroke, their friendship transcending into something deeper, something raw and uninhibited.

With a final smack, Simone stopped and stepped aside, allowing Rachel and Anne to take over. Rachel, her own breathing ragged, took the marble dildo from Simone's hand and whispered in Mary Ellen's ear, "You're so brave." She gently inserted the toy into Mary Ellen's wetness, and Anne began to spank her with a willow switch. The contrast between the cold marble and the stinging switch was overwhelming, yet Mary Ellen felt an intense arousal building within her. Rachel's soft touch and the gentle caress of the marble against her inner walls sent waves of pleasure through her body, while Anne's firm swats painted a pattern of fire across her ass.

Their rhythm grew in sync, Rachel's strokes matching Anne's swats. Mary Ellen's moans grew louder, her body arching with each impact. She had never felt so alive, so exposed, and yet she was safe in their care. Rachel's eyes were filled with love and excitement as she watched Mary Ellen's face contort in ecstasy. The intensity grew, and Rachel could feel her own orgasm building again, her hand moving faster and harder against Mary Ellen's clit.

Anne's strokes grew more deliberate, aiming for the tender flesh of Mary Ellen's thighs and the crease where her ass met her legs. Rachel watched as the red marks grew, feeling her own desire flare up again. She leaned down and whispered in Mary Ellen's ear, "Do you want more?"

Mary Ellen's eyes were screwed shut, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She nodded, unable to speak through the haze of pleasure. Rachel took that as permission to increase her speed, the marble toy moving faster and deeper inside her. Anne's switches grew more vigorous, her strokes painting a crimson pattern across Mary Ellen's skin.

Simone stepped back, watching the scene unfold before her. She had seen many things in her years, but never had she witnessed such an erotic dance of power and submission between friends. Rachel's hand was a blur, her arm moving in a steady rhythm that matched Anne's swings. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Mary Ellen's moans grew louder, her body trembling with every smack. Rachel leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek, whispering, "You're so beautiful." The words were like a spark to dry kindling, setting Mary Ellen's body aflame with passion. Rachel's gentle stroking of the marble dildo grew more insistent, her thumb pressing firmly against Mary Ellen's clit as Anne's switches painted a crimson canvas across her ass.

The tension in the barn was palpable as Rachel and Anne worked in harmony; their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine. Rachel could feel the heat radiating from Mary Ellen's body, and she knew that she was close. "Come for us, Mary Ellen," Rachel urged, her voice thick with desire. "Let go."

Mary Ellen's eyes snapped open, and she stared straight ahead, her body rigid. Rachel felt the moment building, her own orgasm threatening to spill over. Then, with a keening cry, Mary Ellen's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around the marble dildo as she climaxed, her juices flowing over Rachel's hand. Rachel watched in awe as her friend's body trembled with the force of her release, the intensity of the moment etched on her face.

As the waves of pleasure receded, Rachel and Anne gently helped Mary Ellen out of the stockade, their touches gentle and caring. Rachel kissed her softly; her eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Thank you," Mary Ellen murmured, her voice hoarse from her screams of ecstasy. Rachel and Anne just smiled, their own satisfaction clear as they held her close.

Simone stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, let's not forget the final part of your punishment," she said, holding up a particularly thick willow switch. Rachel's eyes widened, but she didn't protest as Simone directed her back to the stockade, but lying face up, her pussy thrust out. Anne and Mary Ellen lowered the stockades, one over her ankles and the other over her neck and wrists.  Rachel knew what was coming and was surprisingly eager for it. She tried to spread her legs, bracing herself against the wood as Simone positioned the switch, lightly tapping her pussy lips.

The first stroke was like a bolt of lightning, the pain searing through Rachel's already sensitive skin. She gasped, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her body craving the sensation. Anne and Mary Ellen watched, their own arousal spiking as they saw Rachel's body react to the punishment. Simone continued, her strokes growing harder and more deliberate, leaving Rachel's pussy and thighs striped with red. Rachel's moans grew louder, her hips bucking with every impact.

Mary Ellen felt a strange sense of arousal watching Rachel's submission, her own body responding to the scene before her. She reached out and took Anne's hand, their fingers intertwining as they watched Rachel's punishment. Rachel's breath grew ragged, her eyes pleading with them to stop, but her pussy was wet and swollen, betraying her true feelings.

"I think she's had enough," Anne murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Simone chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Perhaps," she said, laying the switch aside. Rachel's body was a canvas of red, her ass and thighs marked by the willow. "But we must be thorough."

Mary Ellen felt her own arousal building again, watching Rachel's reaction. Rachel's chest was heaving; her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Please," Rachel whimpered, "just one more."

Without a word, Anne picked up the bundle of willow switches. She stepped closer, her eyes locked on Rachel's. Rachel took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. The anticipation was unbearable, the tension in the air crackling with energy. With a swift motion, Anne brought the bundle down hard across Rachel's pussy, the sound echoing through the barn. Rachel's body jerked, and she let out a sharp cry, but the pain was quickly followed by a shudder of pleasure that rippled through her body.

Mary Ellen watched, her heart racing, as Rachel's body danced with the pain and pleasure and released Rachel from the head stockade. Rachel's hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers slipping inside herself, her moans growing louder. "Oh, fuck," Rachel gasped, her orgasm building once again.

Simone stepped in, taking the switch from Anne. "Let me finish her off," she said, her voice husky with desire. Rachel nodded, her eyes never leaving Mary Ellen's. The next stroke was swift and precise, landing on Rachel's sensitive clit with a sharp crack. Rachel's body convulsed, and she screamed out her release, her pussy spasming around her own fingers. The sound was like music to Mary Ellen's ears, and she felt her own climax building again.

As Rachel's cries grew quieter, Simone leaned down and whispered, "You may kiss them," in Rachel's ear. Rachel looked up, her eyes full of gratitude and lust as Anne straddled the bench lowering her pussy to Rachel’s mouth.  Rachel kissed Anne’s clit and then urgently licked Anne pussy, rubbing her nose from her taint all the way to her clit.  It was a gesture of apology, of submission, but also of shared pleasure and belonging.  Mary Ellen looked on eagerly, knowing she was next as once again she felt the wetness in her pussy grow.