Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... closets which were built into the side wall of the large cabin and started hanging up her clothes. When she was standing naked, she came back and got her suitcase and duffle bag. Additional clothing from the suitcase was also hung in the closet. A matched set of black leather bustier, gloves, and boots as well as an assortment of whips, paddles, and restraints were pulled out of the duffle bag and laid out on one of the beds. Maddy alternated between looking at the growing puddle on the floor between her knees and the array of leather instruments on the bed. Finally, Darla returned and stood in front of her. She was totally naked and her black skin shone slightly in the soft light of the cabin. She was a “large woman,” but there were no folds of fat hanging from her body. Instead her body was rounded– large, but also very fit. There was obviously a lot of muscle under those curves. Her pubic hair was not shaved, but her extremely tight curls concealed neither her large labia nor her prominent clit. She pulled a chair over in front of Maddy and sat down. “Put your skinny ass over my lap,” she ordered, and Maddy fell forward onto all fours, crawled over to the chair and lifted herself over Darla’s lap. “First order of business,” Darla said as she patted Maddy on the ass, “is to teach you the proper position for this.” She spanked Maddy really hard once with her bare hand. “I want nothing but your fingertips and the tips of your toes touching the ground.” Maddy immediately ...

... went into the described position. “And I want you across my lap so that your hip bones are on my right leg and the middle of your rib cage is on my left leg.” Again, Maddy shifted so that she was in the proper position. “And finally, I want your ass turned up as far as you can turn it so I can see the pink of that dripping cunt of yours.” Maddy arched her back trying to rotate her ass upwards. “More than that!” Darla commanded. She emphasized her command with another hard smack of her bare hand. “More than that!” Another smack. Darla repeated the command– and smacks– three more times before she was satisfied. “How many strokes do you think you deserve with this paddle?” she asked as she tapped the leather paddle lightly against Maddy’s upturned ass. “I don’t know,” whimpered Maddy. “I tell you what,” Darla replied. “There are 32 people in the office, not counting you and me. Let’s keep this simple. How many strokes do you think you should get for each person in the office?” “Th... th... three?” stuttered Maddy. “I was thinking two, but three it is,” answered Darla. “You are going to count each stroke, and if you miss one, I start over. The proper way to do that is to give the count and then thank me for it. That means you say, ‘One. Thank you, Mistress Darla. Two. Thank you, Mistress Darla.’ all the way up to 96.” She tapped Maddy ass slightly harder with the paddle and asked, “You got that, lily?” “Yes,” Maddy answered. Darla slammed the paddle very hard into Maddy’s ass and ...