Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... said, “That should be ‘Yes, Mistress Darla.’ That is what you are to call me from now on. If we are alone, it is ‘Mistress Darla.’ If we are in public, like at work, it is ‘Miss Darla.’ You and I will know that Miss is short for Mistress.” A light tap with the paddle was followed by, “You got that, lily?” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy answered. “Good,” Darla replied. “We are starting now. Remember, you lose count and we start over.” She then brought the paddle down smartly on Maddy’s ass. It wasn’t an overpowering blow. Darla knew that it was just the first of 96, and she had promised lily that she could cum from the spanking. Pain-slut or no, beginning with overwhelming pain would not bring about sexual pleasure. Maddy– lily– dutifully counted each stroke. Darla was afraid that perhaps the rising pain would make it difficult for her slave to stay on track and give the proper count in the proper fashion, but that was not the case. The pain was not overwhelming lily–pleasure was. Years of suppressed submissiveness was bubbling up from the depths of Maddy’s being with each smack of the paddle. As slave lily she was now free to be the submissive slut she was born to be. Each slap of the paddle against her skin sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. That pleasure seemed to flow from the heat of her ass cheeks to between her legs from where it radiated out to the rest of her body. By the time she said, “Forty-eight. Thank you, Mistress Darla,” she was vibrating and ...

... quivering on Darla’s lap. “Don’t you dare cum, lily, until we reach 96,” Darla ordered. “You are my slave now. I OWN you. I own everything about you– and that includes your orgasms. You will cum when I say you can, not before.” Maddy continued to shiver and shake on Darla’s lap. Her motions were practically throwing her body off of Darla’s knees, but somehow she kept her orgasm under control. Slap! “Ninety-three. Thank you, Mistress Darla.” Slap! “Ninety-four. Thank you, Mistress Darla.” Slap! “Ninety-five. Thank you, Mistress Darla.” Slap! “Ninety-six. Thank you, Mistress Darla.” “ NOW you may cum!” Darla barked out and Maddy’s body spasmed and shook. Her back arched so greatly that both her hands and her feet were pulled from the ground so that she was balanced on Darla’s lap. Actually, she was balanced on Darla’s right leg, furiously grinding her pubic mound into Darla’s muscled thigh. She screamed and rocked in that position for a couple of minutes before totally losing control of her body. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she tumbled to the floor. She lay there on her back thrashing and screaming until the intense orgasm finally subsided and she lay panting in a puddle of her own sweat and cum. Darla laughed and said, “I guess that removes any doubt in either of our minds about whether or not you are a natural-born pain-slut, doesn’t it, my lily-white pain-slut slave?” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” Maddy answered. “It does.” “Stand up and let me look at you a little closer,” Darla ...