Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... smooth out more than one incident in the office before it boiled completely out of control. Darla would sell it to the rest of the office. Maddy could count on her. In fact, Darla not only “sold it” to the office, she made all of the arrangements, including arranging for child care for any of the single parents in the office. The company was going to pay for everything, and as an added bonus, not only would the Friday and Monday travel days not count against vacation time as it did in some companies, the office staff would receive one extra vacation day for each day of the training, including the Saturday and Sunday. Both of those items were Darla’s ideas and she sold them not only to the office staff, which was relatively easy, but also to the upper echelon in accounting that would have to approve the expenses. It took a month to put it all together, but the Wilderness Bonding Experience was finally in place. Darla even suggested that it would be better if they used a bus to travel to the site together. Maddy presented that to upper management as her own idea, but Darla was the one, of course, who made all those arrangements, too. So one Friday morning in September, Darla, Maddy, and the entire office staff which worked under her boarded a 40-passenger bus headed for a small town in the mountains of Kentucky. Darla, in her typical efficient style, distributed an “In Case You Have Never Been To Camp Before” memo telling everyone what to bring and what to expect. She even ...

... reminded them that early fall in the mountains can be a bit nippy so they should bring proper clothing for outside activities. Darla and Maddy sat alone in the front row seat across from the driver for the long drive. As was often the case when they were alone, Darla had let her speech slip into the ghetto dialect of her youth, “Miss Birch,” Darla told her as they got close to their destination, “there’s a whole lot o’ shit goin’ on here that you ain’t ’ware of. I’ve got connections wit’ other secretaries and assistants and I know what’s goin’ down.” Maddy looked at her with obvious concern on her face as she continued. “You gonna have to trust me on this. I know what’s got to happen, and it will get you dat promotion by the end of the year.” “OK, I guess,” Maddy answered.“But you really should have let me know sooner.” “You might not have agreed to come if you knew the complete parameters of the program that is planned for this intended bonding experience,” Darla replied. Maddy was somewhat taken aback as she realized that Darla’s home-girl language had suddenly morphed into perfect English. Darla’s face also suddenly lost its perpetual smile and wide eyes. “I learned long ago,” she said, “that Phi Beta Kappa and Magna Cum Laude don’t mean shit if you’re just a fat little black girl from the projects. If I was white, or at least pretty by white standards like Halle Berry, I might have had a chance. But after I graduated, there were no job offers for a flat nosed, big-lipped ...