Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... ordered, and Maddy drunkenly wobbled to a standing position. “Hands on your head,” Darla snapped. “Feet a little more than shoulder-width apart.” Maddy did as ordered. “Pull your elbows back as far as you can so they are even with your back.” Maddy adjusted her posture. “If I tell you to present yourself,” Darla explained in a firm voice, “this is the position you get your ass into. You got that?” “Yes, Mistress Darla.” “I see that you shave your armpits,” Darla said matter-of-factly, “and you trim the hedge a little.” Maddy blushed slightly at that intimate description of her personal hygiene. “But I want you as smooth as a baby’s ass,” Darla continued. “For now, I am going to shave you properly, but once we get back, I am going to make arrangements for permanent hair removal. You got that?” “Yes, Mistress Darla.” “I like the sound of that,” Darla laughed. “Do you like saying it, lily?” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” she said, her face coloring deeply at the shame of that admission. Darla just laughed even louder in response. “Get your white ass up on that bed. Take the covers down so we don’t get them wet or messed up and I am going to cut the grass.” Maddy pulled the covers from one of the beds and lay back on the sheet. “Scootch your white ass down so your legs are bent over the end of the bed at the knees... and spread those legs so I can get at your hairy cunt.” Maddy did as instructed. Meanwhile, Darla again went over to her duffle bag and returned with a small electric hair ...

... trimmer, a can of shaving cream, and a package of razors. “This is actually a mustache and beard trimmer,” Darla said, “but your cunt beard isn’t much different than a man’s face beard. Once we get this trimmed back, I will shave off the stubble.” The buzzing of the trimmer filled the cabin for several minutes. Darla whistled to herself softly as she worked. When it was finally silent, Darla said, “The trees are felled. Time to clear the land.” She shook the can of shaving cream violently for a few moments and then sprayed a goodly dollop into her hand. As she rubbed the white foam into Maddy’s cunt she said, “This is menthol. It will start feeling a little cold in just a bit and might sting a little but it works best for taking off the stubble.” She looked up at Maddy’s face from between her legs. “You know, I used to do this in my momma’s beauty shop. Most of the time we did this and the intimate waxing in a back room, but once in a while we would have someone who wanted it done right out there in the main shop. There was one girl– a skinny white girl just like you– who wanted it done in chair number one, right up there by the front door. Local kids would see her come into the shop and would gather at the window waiting to see some white pussy. She always turned red as hell and said that she was soooo embarrassed, but by the time we were done, she would be flowing like a fountain.” She ran a finger through Maddy’s slit, causing her to gasp loudly and then moan. “I bet you ...