Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... other manager reported those who took a little bit longer than usual lunch hour to celebrate a co-worker’s upcoming marriage or childbirth. But the Mad Bitch did. Her behavior and personality became so well-known that it soon became the general practice throughout the entire company to refer to her at all times as “Miss B,” and let the other person fill in either Birch or Bitch in their own mind. Four years had now passed with Maddy as office manager and she was starting to get desperate. She knew very well the standard business rule of “before five to stay alive.” If you did not move upward within five years of entering a particular level or position, you were effectively locked into your current position for life. Upper management was open only to “young, up and coming talent,” not old, stagnated people who had reached the peak of their ability. Four years had passed. She had one more year to prove herself, or her dreams of reaching the heights of the business world would be forever lost. It was, of course, not her fault– nothing ever was. It was the fault of those ungrateful slobs who worked under her. They did not appreciate her skill and power and did not do what she demanded of them. They were holding her back. The final straw was when she was accidentally included on an email that circulated throughout her office. Attached to the email was a colorful image showing a caricature of her in an exaggerated leather dominatrix outfit with a whip in her hands. A speech ...

... balloon from the stocking-clad image said, “The beatings will continue until the morale in this office improves.” The signature on the image in very ornate script was “The Mad Bitch.” For several minutes after she opened the email, Maddy sat at her desk trembling. She had to bring the office under control, or all was lost. She immediately closed her email program and began searching the net for some miracle program or technique that might save her doomed career. There were hundreds of possible programs and retreats intended to improve an office environment, but none of them seemed to be what she needed. Then she saw the ad from “Wilderness Bonding Experiences.” There were two things about the ad which immediately caught her attention. The first was the claim in bold font across the top of the page, “Turn your office around in a weekend– your company in only seven days.” The second was in much smaller type and located near the bottom of the screen. In barely contrasting font it said, “Now a Subsidiary of KMartin Enterprises.” Wilderness Bonding was owned by the company for which Amanda Birch worked! The next Monday morning at the general management staff meeting, Maddy floated an idea to upper management. “I understand,” she began, “that we have recently acquired a division that does team bonding training in a wilderness area in Kentucky.” She waited until the proper faces had turned toward her and continued, “I was thinking that perhaps we should use one of our properly working ...