Birching Miss Birch - Part Two of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part Two of Three

... dog collar. “I was going to use the black one,” she said, “but I think red suits a slut like you better than black.” Maddy’s face reddened slightly, but she raised her chin so that Darla could attach the wide strip of leather around her neck. Darla then reached into her duffle and brought out a ten-foot chain dog leash. She clipped it to the front of the collar and said, “Pick up the duffle.” Once Maddy was holding the duffle bag, Darla tugged slightly on the leash and said, “Time for our walk.” The morning air caused Maddy’s nipples to immediately stiffen and the path was cool against her bare feet. A short distance from the cabin, the asphalt path gave way to a dirt trail. Luckily, there was a carpet of fallen pine needles covering most of the trail, so it was still comfortable on her feet. “We have to get out of the pine trees,” Darla said in a cheerful voice. “There is a stand of birch just over the next rise.” At the top of the hill was a small clearing. On the other side of the clearing, the thin, white trunks of a multitude of birch trees reflected the morning sun. At the edge of the clearing, Darla ordered, “Set down the bag and walk into the trees and bring back two dozen birch branches. They have to be the end of the branch, at least two feet long and about as big around as your little finger on the thick end. You got that?” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy replied. She had to step carefully among the birch trees. Unlike the forested area around the cabin, this area ...

... was not covered with pine needles and there were many small plants and young birch trees growing from the ground. Breaking a small branch from a birch tree was not as easy as Maddy thought it would be and it took several minutes of tugging and twisting to removed each branch. She broke apart several of them in her struggles to remove them and ended up having to pull off almost three dozen branches to have two dozen good ones. When Maddy brought the bundle of branches back to Darla, her Mistress handed her a small knife and said, “Cut off all the small twigs and peal the bark off the branch. And make sure that you cut as close to the branch as possible. I don’t want any spikes cutting up your ass– at least not this time. If I want to cut your ass, I will use a single switch and leave the stubs on it.” It was nearly an hour later before Maddy had completed her task to Darla’s satisfaction. Darla then chose the eighteen best switches and used coarse twine to bind them tightly together at the thick end creating what looked like a small, very stiff brush or broom. “A whisk doesn’t hurt nearly as much as a single switch,” Darla explained, “and it is much less likely to break the skin. But I don’t want you overly marked up this week. Besides, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment.” Darla then reached once again into her large duffle bag and brought out several lengths of rope. She directed Maddy over to the edge of the clearing and had her stand between two of the large ...