Birching Miss Birch Pt. 02

An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily.

Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story involves a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn't your story.

In this second part, Mistress Darla has a hard time finding a punishment to balance out the reward in lily's slave training. Then Mistress Darla conducts a rather special kind of employee evaluation.

The story is in three parts. Each part stands more or less on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous parts.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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Chapter Two of Three

The Mad Bitch, Maddy Birch, was now just slave lily. She was lying on her back, naked on the end of the bed in an isolated cabin at a campground owned by "Wilderness Experiences." Her legs were bent at the knees with her feet on the floor, and she was waiting silently for her new Mistress's next command.

Darla Lewis, her administrative assistant, was that new Mistress. She had discovered that Maddy wasn't the sadistic monster most of her employees portrayed her to be. Instead, Maddy was actually a pain-slut who was too afraid to admit what she truly was. Darla had taken that choice away from her, and was now training her to be her willing slave.

Darla crawled up onto the bed on all fours. Her naked breasts hung down like large melons hanging from a vine. "Let's see now," she began. "I gave you pleasure by spanking your white ass. And LeRoy gave you pleasure with his tattoo needles." She laughed as Maddy turned slightly red at the thought that she had been turned on by the pain of the needles.

"And you," Darla continued, "gave LeRoy pleasure by letting him fuck you." She paused and cocked her head to one side. "I think it's time someone gave me a little pleasure don't you? And since you're the only one here besides me, lily, I guess that is going to be you."

Darla then swung her leg over Maddy's chest. "As a matter of fact," she said with a chortle as she pressed her cunt tightly against Maddy's mouth, "I think I deserve a lot of pleasure."

It was almost twenty minutes later before Darla shuddered in orgasm as Maddy desperately licked and suckled at her cunt. It was another ten minutes before Darla finally gave a deep sigh and said, "I guess that is about enough for tonight." She then rolled off of her new slave and stood up on the floor next to the bed.

"There is a bunch of wood out back, lily," Darla said. "You go out the kitchen door and bring in enough to last the night while I get some food out of the freezer for you to cook for our supper."

Maddy stood wearily to her feet and staggered as much as walked through the small kitchen and out onto a large concrete pad behind the cabin. On the other side of the pad was a large stack of firewood. She could only carry two or three pieces at a time and it took many trips before Darla finally said, "I think that's enough for tonight. I'm going to take a shower while you get that fire going. Then, you wash the stink and dirt off your skinny white body and get into that kitchen and make us some supper."

Fifteen minutes later, Maddy was standing, still naked, in the kitchen preparing a meal. As the food was finishing, Maddy set two plates on the table. "No, no, no," Darla said emphatically, "you don't eat with me. You serve me, and then, if there's any left, you eat by yourself over at the counter while you clean up the dishes."

Maddy sighed heavily and put the second plate back in the cupboard. She served Darla her supper and stood at the counter while Darla ate. At one point, Darla lifted her partially empty coffee cup into the air and coughed slightly. Maddy immediately hurried over and refilled the cup from the pot which was sitting on the warmer of the coffee maker.

When Darla was finished, she called Maddy over to the table. "You did very well, lily," she said. "So I am going to give you a reward. You have three minutes to masturbate yourself to climax."

Maddy's eyes opened wide and she sputtered, "What?"

"If you don't want to," Darla said, "that's up to you, but remember, you can only cum when I tell you to. And you now have only two minutes and thirty seconds to rub yourself into release."

Maddy dropped to the floor on her back and began rubbing her slit with one hand and her breasts with the other. She was almost there when Darla shouted, "Time's up!"

Maddy lay whimpering on her back on the floor. "OK," Darla said, "I will give you another minute to finish up, but next time I give you permission to masturbate, you had better drop to the floor and get busy or I won't let you cum for a month. You got that?"

Maddy had already returned to her frantic self-ministrations as Darla was speaking and her answer of "Yes, Mistress Darla," was screamed out in a loud, long, orgasmic moan.

Darla stood over Maddy as she lay on the floor panting in recovery. "It's getting late," she said. "There are three places, lily, where a slave like you might sleep. If I am displeased with you, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. If I am pleased with you, I will let you sleep in your own bed. And if I need you to take care of my needs, I will have you sleep with me. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy dutifully replied.

"I'm pleased with you tonight, but we have a big day tomorrow, so I need to just sleep. You eat your supper and clean up this kitchen right. Then we are going to bed. I'm sleeping in the big bed. You get the smaller one over in the corner."

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy again replied.

Later, after she had eaten and the kitchen had been cleaned up, Maddy walked out into the now darkened main room of the cabin. "Before you go to bed," Darla said, "you put another log or two on the fire. And you make sure that fire doesn't go out overnight. If I get cold, your ass is going to get very warm."

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

Twenty minutes later, both were sound asleep-Darla under two blankets and a warm quilt, Maddy under just a thin sheet.

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At first, Maddy had been upset that Darla had taken her blanket, but she soon realized why as she woke up cold and shivering. It had only been a little over an hour, but the fire was not much more than embers and flickers. Suddenly wide awake, she jumped from her bed and began adding wood to the fire. After several minutes, the fire was once again blazing and the room was again becoming warm and toasty.

As she crawled back under her thin sheet, Darla's voice came out of the darkness, "You let that fire get down too low," she growled. "If I get cold like that again, I'm going to warm myself up by birching your ass."

Maddy's gasp of intaken breath was immediately followed by a long low moan.

"Shit, lily," Darla said with a laugh, "that ain't a threat for you, is it? You would actually like that." She snorted another short laugh and said, "But I do hate being cold."

She sat up in her bed, "I'll tell you what, my lily-white pain-slut, if you make sure that our fire never gets low again tonight, I will string you up naked in the woods tomorrow, and use a birch whisk on your ass until you cum from the pain."

Darla paused for several moments while she watched Maddy panting softly as she also sat up in her bed. "Do you want me to do that, lily?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied softly.

"Then you make sure that fire stays bright and warm all night," Darla replied, "and I will do that. But if you don't, I will find something that hurts like hell that you don't like."

Maddy was sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace when Darla woke Saturday morning. The fire was still burning brightly and the cabin was more than sufficiently warm. Being so close to the heat of the fire, Maddy's skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

"Rise and shine, my lily-white pain-slut," Darla called out, and Maddy jumped to her feet.

"I kept it burning all night," she stammered out. "I even went out and got more wood. I tried sleeping without the sheet, but the fire still died down too much before it woke me.

"So I moved over here next to the fire," she babbled out, "and with my body all sweaty, as soon as the fire dies down, I start to feel the cold."

She looked up at Darla like a puppy waiting for a treat and said hopefully, "I did everything you said I had to do."

"Girl," Darla responded, "you are one screwed-up white lady. You must have one hell of a lot of sexual fantasies bottled up inside you just begging to get out."

She laughed slightly and continued, "OK, I'll birch your white ass like I promised, but first things first. You get some breakfast for both of us. Then, after you've got the kitchen all cleaned back up, we will go for a walk in the woods."

Maddy threw two more logs on the fire and scurried into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. By the time Darla had finished her morning routine, coffee, eggs, and sausage were awaiting her on the table.

As Darla sat down at the table, she said, "lily, you go clean yourself up." As Maddy started toward the bathroom, Darla added, "Take those razors and shaving cream with you. Make sure that you are smoother than a baby's ass by the time you get back here."

About fifteen minutes later, Maddy returned to the kitchen. She started to get her breakfast off the stove, but Darla called her over and ordered her to present herself. Maddy stood in front of her Mistress with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her head.

Darla reached out, ran her hand over Maddy's sex, then slid her fingers all the way back between her legs and up between her asscheeks. She pressed on Maddy's rosebud with her index finger and Maddy's legs trembled slightly while a moan escaped her mouth.

"You're dripping wet," Darla said derisively. "Are you always like this?"

She laughed and asked, "What did you do, wear a pad or tampon all of the time?"

"Not every day," Maddy replied. "Only when I was playing out my fantasies in my mind."

"Which was probably every day," Darla said derisively. She then held up her hand and ordered, "Clean my fingers!"

Maddy hesitated slightly, but then leaned forward and sucked the digits into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue slowly over Darla's fingers until all taste of herself was gone, then opened her mouth and let Darla remove her hand.

"You may eat now," Darla said firmly, and Maddy slid her eggs and sausage out of the pan and onto her plate. She stood at the counter watching Darla as she ate quickly, before hurrying to clean up the kitchen.

When Maddy was finished in the kitchen, Darla said, "I have something for you," and walked over to retrieve something from her large duffle bag. It was a bright red dog collar.

"I was going to use the black one," she said, "but I think red suits a slut like you better than black."

Maddy's face reddened slightly, but she raised her chin so that Darla could attach the wide strip of leather around her neck. Darla then reached into her duffle and brought out a ten-foot chain dog leash. She clipped it to the front of the collar and said, "Pick up the duffle."

Once Maddy was holding the duffle bag, Darla tugged slightly on the leash and said, "Time for our walk."

The morning air caused Maddy's nipples to immediately stiffen and the path was cool against her bare feet. A short distance from the cabin, the asphalt path gave way to a dirt trail. Luckily, there was a carpet of fallen pine needles covering most of the trail, so it was still comfortable on her feet.

"We have to get out of the pine trees," Darla said in a cheerful voice. "There is a stand of birch just over the next rise."

At the top of the hill was a small clearing. On the other side of the clearing, the thin, white trunks of a multitude of birch trees reflected the morning sun. At the edge of the clearing, Darla ordered, "Set down the bag and walk into the trees and bring back two dozen birch branches. They have to be the end of the branch, at least two feet long and about as big around as your little finger on the thick end. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied.

She had to step carefully among the birch trees. Unlike the forested area around the cabin, this area was not covered with pine needles and there were many small plants and young birch trees growing from the ground.

Breaking a small branch from a birch tree was not as easy as Maddy thought it would be and it took several minutes of tugging and twisting to removed each branch. She broke apart several of them in her struggles to remove them and ended up having to pull off almost three dozen branches to have two dozen good ones.

When Maddy brought the bundle of branches back to Darla, her Mistress handed her a small knife and said, "Cut off all the small twigs and peal the bark off the branch. And make sure that you cut as close to the branch as possible. I don't want any spikes cutting up your ass- at least not this time. If I want to cut your ass, I will use a single switch and leave the stubs on it."

It was nearly an hour later before Maddy had completed her task to Darla's satisfaction. Darla then chose the eighteen best switches and used coarse twine to bind them tightly together at the thick end creating what looked like a small, very stiff brush or broom. "A whisk doesn't hurt nearly as much as a single switch," Darla explained, "and it is much less likely to break the skin. But I don't want you overly marked up this week. Besides, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment."

Darla then reached once again into her large duffle bag and brought out several lengths of rope. She directed Maddy over to the edge of the clearing and had her stand between two of the large birches that were about six feet apart. Darla then used a forked stick she picked up off the ground to hold the rope slightly above her head as she tightened it around one the trees. She did the same at the other tree with another piece of rope. Another piece of rope was tied to the base of each tree.

"Looks like we are ready for you," Darla said as she wrapped restraint cuffs around Maddy's wrists and ankles. She then tied the cuffs to the ropes with some sort of a slip knot. She pulled each of the ropes taut with a heavy grunt and Maddy was stretched tightly between the trees.

"You don't have to count these," Darla said. "I'm just going to keep whipping until you cum or beg me to stop."

With that she began swinging the whisk against Maddy's ass and thighs. Maddy yelped slightly on the first strike, but followed that with an intake of breath that sounded more like a moan. She continued to yelp and moan as blow after blow slowly turned the flesh of her ass a very bright red.

Soon she was no longer yelping, but moaning and crying out in passion with each strike. Her legs, and then her whole body, began quiver and tremble as a tremendous orgasm slowly built within her. She was now crying out "Uh, uh, uh," with each blow and thrusting herself back almost as if she were fucking the whip as it smashed against her ass.

Finally, with a scream that probably echoed for miles, she yelled out her release. For several moments she danced and thrashed in her bonds, and then hung panting and moaning, repeating softly, "Thank you, Mistress Darla. Thank you, Mistress Darla. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

"Time for a little pain to show you who's boss," Darla said. This time she didn't reach into her bag, but instead her pocket. She held up a rather thick rubber band in front of Maddy's face. "Now, you wouldn't think that this could be very painful," she said, "but in the right hands, and on the right place, it will really get your attention."

Darla then pulled the rubber band taut between two of her fingers and pulled one portion of the band back with her other hand. She set her fingers on either side of Maddy's left nipple and let go.

There was a loud "Snap!" followed by a much louder scream. Darla laughed, but then Maddy once again gave a deep moan as she inhaled.

Darla looked at her in puzzlement and then repeated her actions on the right breast. Again there was a loud "Snap!" followed by a scream- this time not quite so loud. But the moan that followed the scream was deeper and clearer.

Darla repeated her actions several times. Each time it was "Snap!" scream, moan. After a dozen or so repetitions, Maddy's legs once again began to quiver and tremble. Eight snaps later, Maddy once again yelled out in orgasm.

"Damn," said Darla with a low laugh."This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. I thought I could break you into being my perfectly submissive slut-slave by a combination of pleasure..." She rubbed Maddy's clit and Maddy gave a deep moan. "... and pain," She once again snapped the rubber band on Maddy's nipple. Maddy gasped loudly, but then again gave a deep moan. "But you are so into pain, that I don't seem to have a punishment to balance out the reward."

Darla reached into the duffle that was lying on the ground next to the trees from which Maddy hung. "Then again," Darla said, "I hadn't even thought about having to use this." She laughed, "I only brought it along because it is always in my goodie bag."

Darla held up her hand to display what looked like an oversized candle lighter with a large plastic horseshoe on the end of the long barrel. "The insides of this started out as a stun gun," she explained. "But a friend of mine modified it for slightly different use."

She held the handle sideways so Maddy could see two small dials in the side, "You see these two knobs, lily?" She said. "This first one," Darla turned the small knob with her finger. "is the setting. This second one," Darla also turned that knob, "is the multiplier.

"If I put the multiplier on 1 and the setting on 0.5, I have one-half. If I turn the multiplier to 10, I have 5." She turned the setting dial to maximum. "With the setting on 1 and the multiplier on 10, I have 10.

"Now, if I have the setting on 1 and turn the multiplier to 100, I have 100... And if I turn the multiplier to 1000, I have 1000." She laughed a deep and disturbing laugh, then said, "You really don't want to know what happens if I turn the setting to 10,000."

She suddenly put the prongs of the horseshoe against Maddy's breast and pulled the trigger. "Aiiiiieeeeee," screamed Maddy. "No!" she screamed. "Please, no! Please don't!"

Darla laughed again, "I think I have found the punishment to balance out the reward. If you do what you are supposed to do, you get reward." Darla again rubbed Maddy's clit and then gave her a quick snap of the whisk. "But if you don't obey me exactly and immediately..." She turned both the setting and the multiplier dials to maximum and pulled the trigger. Sparks arced from prong to prong on the horseshoe that was right in front of Maddy's face.