Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... single– a small table with four chairs, and a huge, stone fireplace. A door behind the beds was open revealing a small, but modern looking bathroom taking up one corner of the cabin. A small, but complete, kitchen area, took up the other half of the back of the cabin. Darla set her suitcase and large duffle bag down near the fireplace and walked back to re-lock the door behind them. “You really don’t think anyone will be trying to get in, do you?” observed Maddy. Darla laughed and answered, “No, I am making sure that no one can get out.” The laugh left her voice– and her face– as she turned to Maddy and ordered, “Now strip!” “What?!” Maddy screamed. “No! I will not strip. Why should I?” “Because deep down, you know that you want to,” answered Darla softly but firmly. “You gave me a copy of your encrypted password file in case your computer drive ever crashed. You didn’t give me the password to open it, but I have the same password program on my computer.” Darla shook her head slightly as she spoke, “It didn’t take much to guess your username and password. Your whatever-grandfather’s immigration papers hang on the wall behind your desk, and you look at them every morning like they were a Picasso.” “User name,” she said, “Amandah Birke– German version of your name.” She then spelled out, “M-a-y-0-5-1-9-1-9" and laughed. “I signed in as you and got all of your other user names and passwords, including your personal ones that you never use at work. Then I checked out ALL of ...

... the sites you have been visiting.” Maddy stood sputtering, “How could you?!” “I had to,” Darla replied, almost yelling. “You were going down in flames, girl, and you didn’t even have the brains to know what was happening. You never even realized that the whole purpose of this weekend was to give them sufficient cause to fire you... and to close out my friend, Jessie’s, program.” She huffed again in anger and spat out, “I had to do something.” Darla turned Maddy so they were standing face to face. “When I first looked at the sites you were visiting, I thought you really were a God-damned sadist because that matched up with how you have been treating the people under you. You have a very interesting internet history. You spend most of your evenings visiting a lot of sites showing women tying up women... and spanking women... and forcing women to orgasm. At first, I pictured you getting yourself off staring at those images imagining that it was me beneath your lash.” She laughed again, this time very deeply. “But then I found your chat logs, and your electronic diary.” Maddy was starting to cry. “You aren’t a sadist,” Darla growled. “You’re a pain-slut who is afraid that people will find out about you, so you act like a bitch in public and masturbate to pain-slut porn in private. That’s why you act like a bitch and push everyone away!” Another sarcastic huff of breath showed her anger. “But it’s all an act. You weren’t trying to dominate or bully them. You were afraid they would ...