Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... but, meanwhile, his conscription into the intelligence branch of the German army gave him the chance to learn American culture and perfect American English. He would not have the problem of a German accent in his new land. And he would not have the problem of a German name. Gustaf now knew that whatever name he gave at immigration would be his name in the new world. So, he would not just transliterate his name from the German to the English alphabet and spelling, as did many immigrants. He would translate his name from German to English when he declared himself to the immigration clerk. And so it came to pass that on May 05, 1919, Gary Birch left Ellis island to begin his new life in America. Had he been more acquainted with American slang, he might have reconsidered his name choice. If he had done so, perhaps his great-great-granddaughter, Amanda, would have turned out slightly differently than she did. Chapter One of Three Amanda Jo Birch was shaped by her strict German heritage but even more so by her name– or perhaps more specifically by the cruel corruption of that name which plagued her as she grew up. Amanda Birch always told people, “Call me ‘Maddy,’” and most used that name. But throughout her school years, behind her back– and sometimes even to her face– she was referred to by her classmates as “Miss Bitch.” As is often the case, it’s difficult to say if her acerbic approach to life was the result of the teasing, or the teasing was the result of the angry way in ...

... which she approached life and the people around her. Most likely it was a combination of both. In grade school, “Miss Bitch” was primarily because when teased, she didn’t resist or respond to the person teasing her, but instead sought out some weaker or more vulnerable girl upon which to unleash her anger. Later, as she began to grow into her name, her classmates changed their taunt to “The Mad Bitch.” She proved more than worthy of that name by opening multitudes of social media accounts under a variety of names and then using them to post snarky or even malicious comments on her fellow students’ pages. Everyone suspected that it was actually her, but no one– including the police when they became involved– were able to prove anything. Regardless of what began her spiral into bitchiness, by the time that Maddy Birch graduated from college and entered the business world, she was, in fact, a real, 24-caret, “bitch.” Her innate German determination and drive enabled her to rise quickly to middle management level where she just as quickly stagnated because the employees under her did not seem to respond as expected to her autocratic and brutal management style. Those who were unfortunate enough to work under her did not know that they were continuing years of tradition when they referred to her– when she could not hear them, of course– as “The Mad Bitch.” But the name now suited her perfectly. No other office manger wrote up people for minor violations of the company dress code. No ...