Birching Miss Birch - Part Two of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part Two of Three

... that?” Maddy had already returned to her frantic self-ministrations as Darla was speaking and her answer of “Yes, Mistress Darla,” was screamed out in a loud, long, orgasmic moan. Darla stood over Maddy as she lay on the floor panting in recovery. “It’s getting late,” she said. “There are three places, lily, where a slave like you might sleep. If I am displeased with you, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. If I am pleased with you, I will let you sleep in your own bed. And if I need you to take care of my needs, I will have you sleep with me. You got that?” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy dutifully replied. “I’m pleased with you tonight, but we have a big day tomorrow, so I need to just sleep. You eat your supper and clean up this kitchen right. Then we are going to bed. I’m sleeping in the big bed. You get the smaller one over in the corner.” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy again replied. Later, after she had eaten and the kitchen had been cleaned up, Maddy walked out into the now darkened main room of the cabin. “Before you go to bed,” Darla said, “you put another log or two on the fire. And you make sure that fire doesn’t go out overnight. If I get cold, your ass is going to get very warm.” “Yes, Mistress Darla.” Twenty minutes later, both were sound asleep–Darla under two blankets and a warm quilt, Maddy under just a thin sheet. *** At first, Maddy had been upset that Darla had taken her blanket, but she soon realized why as she woke up cold and shivering. It ...

... had only been a little over an hour, but the fire was not much more than embers and flickers. Suddenly wide awake, she jumped from her bed and began adding wood to the fire. After several minutes, the fire was once again blazing and the room was again becoming warm and toasty. As she crawled back under her thin sheet, Darla’s voice came out of the darkness, “You let that fire get down too low,” she growled. “If I get cold like that again, I’m going to warm myself up by birching your ass.” Maddy’s gasp of intaken breath was immediately followed by a long low moan. “Shit, lily,” Darla said with a laugh, “that ain’t a threat for you, is it? You would actually like that.” She snorted another short laugh and said, “But I do hate being cold.” She sat up in her bed, “I’ll tell you what, my lily-white pain-slut, if you make sure that our fire never gets low again tonight, I will string you up naked in the woods tomorrow, and use a birch whisk on your ass until you cum from the pain.” Darla paused for several moments while she watched Maddy panting softly as she also sat up in her bed. “Do you want me to do that, lily?” she asked. “Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied softly. “Then you make sure that fire stays bright and warm all night,” Darla replied, “and I will do that. But if you don’t, I will find something that hurts like hell that you don’t like.” Maddy was sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace when Darla woke Saturday morning. The fire was still burning brightly and the ...