Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three - Sex Stories

Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three

... dominate you... but at the same time you craved it. You wanted it. You needed it. Because in the depth of your soul, you are just a natural born pain-slut.” “No. No! That isn’t true,” whimpered Maddy. “All these years that you have been pushing and provoking people you have been secretly hoping that someone would finally snap and fight back... or even enslave you. And the reason that you treated the women under you even worse is that you were secretly hoping that it would be a woman who finally revolted against you.” “No, No, that isn’t true,” Maddy repeated. This time her voice was much softer. “I thought I could push you to the top by being the power behind your throne, but I was wrong. For you to get to the top, I need to be the Dominatrix over my Sub.” Once more, Maddy whimpered, “No... no... that isn’t true.” “If it wasn’t true,” Darla snapped, “You wouldn’t be taking off your blouse right now.” Maddy looked down at her hands which were unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her blouse. “You’re a pain-slut in need of a Mistress,” Darla barked out. “And I am going to correct that.” Her voice got stronger and louder, taking on a tone Maddy had never heard before as she ordered, “Now strip... and that means everything including your watch, rings, and earrings. I want you naked, kneeling at my feet like the submissive slut you really are.” Maddy sighed and kicked off her sandals. She slowly slipped her blouse off her shoulders. Then she began removing her sweat pants... ...

... then her blouse... then her bra. Her jewelry came next. Finally she was standing trembling in just a pale blue pair of panties. Darla stared at her for a moment and then walked over to the large duffle bag she had brought to the camp with her. She returned with a black leather crop and stood there in front of Maddy slapping it softly against her hand. She said nothing, but Maddy gave a soft moan and slowly lowered her panties to the ground. “Because I had to convince you to finish stripping,” Darla said sternly, “there is a punishment due before you kneel before me. Put your hands on that chair.” Maddy did so and a loud smack resounded as Darla raised a welt on her ass with the crop. “Now you may kneel,” Darla said, and Maddy sank to her knees on the floor at her feet. Darla said nothing for several moments. But during that time, for some reason, a slight smile appeared on Maddy’s face as she knelt before her Mistress. The thought, ‘I’m actually happy this is happening,’ ran through her mind. Maddy had reason to be happy. All of the anxiety and fear that had plagued her for so many years was suddenly gone. A sense of peace flowed over her as she looked up into the face of her new Mistress. ‘It’s true,’ she said silently to herself– or at least she thought she said silently. “Repeat that loud enough for me to hear it clearly,” ordered Darla. “Slaves don’t keep things from their masters!” Maddy remained silent in shock that she may have expressed those inner thoughts out loud. The ...