Birching Miss Birch Pt. 01

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 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 crop once again descended on her ass. "What did you say?" asked Darla. "Shout it out loud and clear or I will beat your ass until it bleeds."

"I said, 'It's true,'" answered Maddy loudly. "It's true. I'm a natural-born pain-slut. All the mean things that I've been doing to people all these years have all been so they wouldn't find out."

"But I found out, didn't I?" said Darla with an evil-looking smile. "Now I know the truth about you. You are nothing but a natural-born pain-slut. And the truth about me is that I am a natural-born Mistress who would love to give you all the pain and humiliation that you can ever stand. We are going to make a great team from now on, my little lily-white pain-slut."

Darla stepped slightly backward and sat down on a chair that she had pulled out from the table.

"This weekend is just the beginning," she said softly, but sternly. "In the days and weeks to come, I am going to use a system of reward and punishment to turn you into my perfect slave. And I am going to train that perfect slave to be a perfect manager when she's in public and a perfect submissive when she is home alone with me or with my friends."

Maddy remained silent with her head down as Darla continued, "We are going to start tonight with a true combination of reward and punishment." She lifted Maddy's chin and asked, "As you masturbated to all those images and videos on those nasty web sites you were visiting, which one turned you one the most?"

When Maddy only stared back at her in confusion, Darla laughed and said loudly, "What kind of punishment turns on my little lily-white pain-slut the most?" She paused before continuing, "I am letting you choose your first punishment as a reward."

Maddy still looked confused so Darla said, "You still don't get it, do you? You are my slave now, and I am giving you the reward of being able to cum while I punish you. What did you see on line that really popped your cork?"

She paused and added, "We're are going to recreate that live...right here...tonight."

Maddy slowly stammered out, "A spanking... a naked spanking... naked over the lap of a Mistress... a naked Mistress... a naked, black Mistress... ... with a leather paddle."

"My, my, my," responded Darla. "You are juicing up just telling me that."

She laughed again with a deep laugh that seemed to go right through Maddy. "And this is your lucky night, cause I have a chair, and I have a leather paddle in my bag. All this black Mistress has to do is get naked and beat your ass purple until you cum all over me."

Darla laughed again, but this time it almost sounded like a normal laugh. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me, but I think we are both going to really enjoy this."

She stood up. "You stay right there, lily- I like that name. That is what I will call you from now on, 'lily,' for lily-white pain-slut slave. Now, lily, you stay right there on your knees- and try not to drip on the floor too much while I get ready."

Darla walked over to the closets which were built into the side wall of the large cabin and started hanging up her clothes. When she was standing naked, she came back and got her suitcase and duffle bag. Additional clothing from the suitcase was also hung in the closet. A matched set of black leather bustier, gloves, and boots as well as an assortment of whips, paddles, and restraints were pulled out of the duffle bag and laid out on one of the beds.

Maddy alternated between looking at the growing puddle on the floor between her knees and the array of leather instruments on the bed. Finally, Darla returned and stood in front of her. She was totally naked and her black skin shone slightly in the soft light of the cabin.

She was a "large woman," but there were no folds of fat hanging from her body. Instead her body was rounded- large, but also very fit. There was obviously a lot of muscle under those curves. Her pubic hair was not shaved, but her extremely tight curls concealed neither her large labia nor her prominent clit.

She pulled a chair over in front of Maddy and sat down. "Put your skinny ass over my lap," she ordered, and Maddy fell forward onto all fours, crawled over to the chair and lifted herself over Darla's lap.

"First order of business," Darla said as she patted Maddy on the ass, "is to teach you the proper position for this." She spanked Maddy really hard once with her bare hand. "I want nothing but your fingertips and the tips of your toes touching the ground."

Maddy immediately went into the described position. "And I want you across my lap so that your hip bones are on my right leg and the middle of your rib cage is on my left leg."

Again, Maddy shifted so that she was in the proper position. "And finally, I want your ass turned up as far as you can turn it so I can see the pink of that dripping cunt of yours."

Maddy arched her back trying to rotate her ass upwards. "More than that!" Darla commanded. She emphasized her command with another hard smack of her bare hand. "More than that!" Another smack.

Darla repeated the command- and smacks- three more times before she was satisfied. "How many strokes do you think you deserve with this paddle?" she asked as she tapped the leather paddle lightly against Maddy's upturned ass.

"I don't know," whimpered Maddy.

"I tell you what," Darla replied. "There are 32 people in the office, not counting you and me. Let's keep this simple. How many strokes do you think you should get for each person in the office?"

"Th... th... three?" stuttered Maddy.

"I was thinking two, but three it is," answered Darla. "You are going to count each stroke, and if you miss one, I start over. The proper way to do that is to give the count and then thank me for it. That means you say, 'One. Thank you, Mistress Darla. Two. Thank you, Mistress Darla.' all the way up to 96."

She tapped Maddy ass slightly harder with the paddle and asked, "You got that, lily?"

"Yes," Maddy answered.

Darla slammed the paddle very hard into Maddy's ass and said, "That should be 'Yes, Mistress Darla.' That is what you are to call me from now on. If we are alone, it is 'Mistress Darla.' If we are in public, like at work, it is 'Miss Darla.' You and I will know that Miss is short for Mistress." A light tap with the paddle was followed by, "You got that, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy answered.

"Good," Darla replied. "We are starting now. Remember, you lose count and we start over."

She then brought the paddle down smartly on Maddy's ass. It wasn't an overpowering blow. Darla knew that it was just the first of 96, and she had promised lily that she could cum from the spanking. Pain-slut or no, beginning with overwhelming pain would not bring about sexual pleasure.

Maddy- lily- dutifully counted each stroke. Darla was afraid that perhaps the rising pain would make it difficult for her slave to stay on track and give the proper count in the proper fashion, but that was not the case. The pain was not overwhelming lily-pleasure was.

Years of suppressed submissiveness was bubbling up from the depths of Maddy's being with each smack of the paddle. As slave lily she was now free to be the submissive slut she was born to be. Each slap of the paddle against her skin sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. That pleasure seemed to flow from the heat of her ass cheeks to between her legs from where it radiated out to the rest of her body.

By the time she said, "Forty-eight. Thank you, Mistress Darla," she was vibrating and quivering on Darla's lap.

"Don't you dare cum, lily, until we reach 96," Darla ordered. "You are my slave now. I OWN you. I own everything about you- and that includes your orgasms. You will cum when I say you can, not before."

Maddy continued to shiver and shake on Darla's lap. Her motions were practically throwing her body off of Darla's knees, but somehow she kept her orgasm under control.

Slap! "Ninety-three. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

Slap! "Ninety-four. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

Slap! "Ninety-five. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

Slap! "Ninety-six. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

"NOW you may cum!" Darla barked out and Maddy's body spasmed and shook. Her back arched so greatly that both her hands and her feet were pulled from the ground so that she was balanced on Darla's lap. Actually, she was balanced on Darla's right leg, furiously grinding her pubic mound into Darla's muscled thigh.

She screamed and rocked in that position for a couple of minutes before totally losing control of her body. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she tumbled to the floor. She lay there on her back thrashing and screaming until the intense orgasm finally subsided and she lay panting in a puddle of her own sweat and cum.

Darla laughed and said, "I guess that removes any doubt in either of our minds about whether or not you are a natural-born pain-slut, doesn't it, my lily-white pain-slut slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy answered. "It does."

"Stand up and let me look at you a little closer," Darla ordered, and Maddy drunkenly wobbled to a standing position.

"Hands on your head," Darla snapped. "Feet a little more than shoulder-width apart."

Maddy did as ordered.

"Pull your elbows back as far as you can so they are even with your back."

Maddy adjusted her posture.

"If I tell you to present yourself," Darla explained in a firm voice, "this is the position you get your ass into. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

"I see that you shave your armpits," Darla said matter-of-factly, "and you trim the hedge a little."

Maddy blushed slightly at that intimate description of her personal hygiene.

"But I want you as smooth as a baby's ass," Darla continued. "For now, I am going to shave you properly, but once we get back, I am going to make arrangements for permanent hair removal. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

"I like the sound of that," Darla laughed. "Do you like saying it, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," she said, her face coloring deeply at the shame of that admission.

Darla just laughed even louder in response. "Get your white ass up on that bed. Take the covers down so we don't get them wet or messed up and I am going to cut the grass."

Maddy pulled the covers from one of the beds and lay back on the sheet. "Scootch your white ass down so your legs are bent over the end of the bed at the knees... and spread those legs so I can get at your hairy cunt."

Maddy did as instructed. Meanwhile, Darla again went over to her duffle bag and returned with a small electric hair trimmer, a can of shaving cream, and a package of razors. "This is actually a mustache and beard trimmer," Darla said, "but your cunt beard isn't much different than a man's face beard. Once we get this trimmed back, I will shave off the stubble."

The buzzing of the trimmer filled the cabin for several minutes. Darla whistled to herself softly as she worked. When it was finally silent, Darla said, "The trees are felled. Time to clear the land."

She shook the can of shaving cream violently for a few moments and then sprayed a goodly dollop into her hand. As she rubbed the white foam into Maddy's cunt she said, "This is menthol. It will start feeling a little cold in just a bit and might sting a little but it works best for taking off the stubble."

She looked up at Maddy's face from between her legs. "You know, I used to do this in my momma's beauty shop. Most of the time we did this and the intimate waxing in a back room, but once in a while we would have someone who wanted it done right out there in the main shop. There was one girl- a skinny white girl just like you- who wanted it done in chair number one, right up there by the front door. Local kids would see her come into the shop and would gather at the window waiting to see some white pussy. She always turned red as hell and said that she was soooo embarrassed, but by the time we were done, she would be flowing like a fountain."

She ran a finger through Maddy's slit, causing her to gasp loudly and then moan. "I bet you would do this on the sidewalk out in front of the shop." Darla laughed when Maddy's cunt spasmed around her finger in response and juices again began to drip from between Maddy's pink, nether lips.

As Darla was wiping off the leftover shaving cream with a towel, someone knocked at the front door. Maddy automatically started to bring her legs together, but Darla slapped the inside of her thigh and said, "You don't cover up unless I tell you to cover up. You just lay here on the end of the bed with your cunt hanging out like a good slave while I let LeRoy in."

LeRoy was a very thin, very black, man who looked like he was somewhere between fifty and a thousand years old. He had the leathery, weathered look that many black men take on early in life and then carry unchanged for many, many years. "Good to see you, Darla," he said as he came in the door.

"Good to see you, too, LeRoy," she replied. Then she turned toward the bed and said, "LeRoy here is an artist with the needle. He's going to mark you for me- just an outline for now. Later we are going to go down to his shop and he will fill in the color and shading. What I want will take several trips downtown, but when we are done, it will look like solid gold lettering on the surface of your skin."

LeRoy set a small black bag down on the floor between Maddy's legs and pulled out a small tattoo gun and some other supplies. He rubbed what felt like Vaseline onto the skin just above Maddy's cunt and then began drawing on it with what looked like an eyebrow pencil. After a few moments he called Darla over.

"Is this exactly what you want?" he said. Then he laughed and added, "Make sure you check the spelling. There ain't no autocorrect in my needle gun."

Darla ran her hand lightly over Maddy's skin as she spelled out, "P-r-o-p-e-r-t-y o-f M-i-s-t-r-e-s-s D-a-r-l-a." She patted Maddy's cunt and asked, "Does that sound right to you, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," was the immediate response.

"Lily?" questioned LeRoy. "I thought her name was Amanda."

"You done fo'got yo' own heritage, boy?" Darla said, slipping back into her ghetto talk. "The name yo' momma gave you don't mean squat to da Master. I'm her Mistress and she's jus' a lily-white pain-slut. So, her slave name is lily."

LeRoy responded with a laugh. "Then maybe," he said, "I need to put some crossed lilies behind the wording once you bring her into the shop."

"Make me a drawing," replied Darla, "and give me a price. Maybe we will do that."

"Only add about $300 to the cost of the tat." he said. "Then he patted Maddy's mound, looked up at her with a smile, and said, "I ain't cheap, but I'm worth every penny of it."

Maddy gasped slightly at the noise as he turned on the tattoo gun. She gasped even louder as the buzzing needles first touched her skin.

LeRoy was indeed very good. He was also very fast. "Simple outline like this don't take much time at all," he said as he wiped down the new tat. "And I used the smallest needles so irritation should be minimum. By tomorrow morning, it shouldn't even be red."

"Sounds good," Darla said. "And I'll settle up for the cost of the outline when I bring her in for the start of the coloring."

"That also sounds good," LeRoy replied. "But there is still the matter of reimbursement for my travel."

"Ah, there is that, isn't there LeRoy," Darla laughed. "Lily here will take care of that like we agreed."

Maddy suddenly realized what Darla might be talking about and started to lift herself up from the bed. Darla pushed her back down and said, "You just stay where you are, lily. LeRoy is already in the right position to collect his travel pay."