Birching Miss Birch Pt. 01

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- eventually- gets to 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.

I said "eventually," because I am currently in the process of writing another book under the Wayne Mitchell name and my editor has told me to spend more time developing the plot situations. I'm testing it out in this story. There is absolutely no sex in the prologue, so you can skip that if you want and the story still makes sense. Once it gets to the good stuff, it stays good to the end.

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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Prologue (The background information nobody ever reads)

When Gustaf Otto Birke boarded the boat that would take him to America, he was certain of two things. One, he would escape the terrible circumstances that all Germans found themselves in following their terrible defeat in "The Great War," and two, he would become an American.

His brother had emigrated to the new world in 1908 before the war, and both he and his children, especially during the war years, were subjected to great teasing and distress because of their German heritage.

Gustaf knew what his brother and his family had gone through and was determined that he, and his family, would "fit in." His children and grandchildren would not have to face the teasing and humiliation that his nieces and nephews had faced.

The war had interrupted his plans to join his brother but, meanwhile, his conscription into the intelligence branch of the German army gave him the chance to learn American culture and perfect American English. He would not have the problem of a German accent in his new land.

And he would not have the problem of a German name. Gustaf now knew that whatever name he gave at immigration would be his name in the new world. So, he would not just transliterate his name from the German to the English alphabet and spelling, as did many immigrants. He would translate his name from German to English when he declared himself to the immigration clerk. And so it came to pass that on May 05, 1919, Gary Birch left Ellis island to begin his new life in America.

Had he been more acquainted with American slang, he might have reconsidered his name choice. If he had done so, perhaps his great-great-granddaughter, Amanda, would have turned out slightly differently than she did.

Chapter One of Three

Amanda Jo Birch was shaped by her strict German heritage but even more so by her name- or perhaps more specifically by the cruel corruption of that name which plagued her as she grew up. Amanda Birch always told people, "Call me 'Maddy,'" and most used that name. But throughout her school years, behind her back- and sometimes even to her face- she was referred to by her classmates as "Miss Bitch."

As is often the case, it's difficult to say if her acerbic approach to life was the result of the teasing, or the teasing was the result of the angry way in which she approached life and the people around her. Most likely it was a combination of both.

In grade school, "Miss Bitch" was primarily because when teased, she didn't resist or respond to the person teasing her, but instead sought out some weaker or more vulnerable girl upon which to unleash her anger.

Later, as she began to grow into her name, her classmates changed their taunt to "The Mad Bitch." She proved more than worthy of that name by opening multitudes of social media accounts under a variety of names and then using them to post snarky or even malicious comments on her fellow students' pages. Everyone suspected that it was actually her, but no one- including the police when they became involved- were able to prove anything.

Regardless of what began her spiral into bitchiness, by the time that Maddy Birch graduated from college and entered the business world, she was, in fact, a real, 24-caret, "bitch." Her innate German determination and drive enabled her to rise quickly to middle management level where she just as quickly stagnated because the employees under her did not seem to respond as expected to her autocratic and brutal management style.

Those who were unfortunate enough to work under her did not know that they were continuing years of tradition when they referred to her- when she could not hear them, of course- as "The Mad Bitch." But the name now suited her perfectly.

No other office manger wrote up people for minor violations of the company dress code. No other manager reported those who took a little bit longer than usual lunch hour to celebrate a co-worker's upcoming marriage or childbirth. But the Mad Bitch did.

Her behavior and personality became so well-known that it soon became the general practice throughout the entire company to refer to her at all times as "Miss B," and let the other person fill in either Birch or Bitch in their own mind.

Four years had now passed with Maddy as office manager and she was starting to get desperate. She knew very well the standard business rule of "before five to stay alive." If you did not move upward within five years of entering a particular level or position, you were effectively locked into your current position for life.

Upper management was open only to "young, up and coming talent," not old, stagnated people who had reached the peak of their ability. Four years had passed. She had one more year to prove herself, or her dreams of reaching the heights of the business world would be forever lost.

It was, of course, not her fault- nothing ever was. It was the fault of those ungrateful slobs who worked under her. They did not appreciate her skill and power and did not do what she demanded of them. They were holding her back.

The final straw was when she was accidentally included on an email that circulated throughout her office. Attached to the email was a colorful image showing a caricature of her in an exaggerated leather dominatrix outfit with a whip in her hands. A speech balloon from the stocking-clad image said, "The beatings will continue until the morale in this office improves." The signature on the image in very ornate script was "The Mad Bitch."

For several minutes after she opened the email, Maddy sat at her desk trembling. She had to bring the office under control, or all was lost. She immediately closed her email program and began searching the net for some miracle program or technique that might save her doomed career. There were hundreds of possible programs and retreats intended to improve an office environment, but none of them seemed to be what she needed. Then she saw the ad from "Wilderness Bonding Experiences."

There were two things about the ad which immediately caught her attention. The first was the claim in bold font across the top of the page, "Turn your office around in a weekend- your company in only seven days." The second was in much smaller type and located near the bottom of the screen. In barely contrasting font it said, "Now a Subsidiary of KMartin Enterprises." Wilderness Bonding was owned by the company for which Amanda Birch worked!

The next Monday morning at the general management staff meeting, Maddy floated an idea to upper management. "I understand," she began, "that we have recently acquired a division that does team bonding training in a wilderness area in Kentucky."

She waited until the proper faces had turned toward her and continued, "I was thinking that perhaps we should use one of our properly working areas to test out their system. Then, if we have a problem somewhere, we have already vetted the process."

She had prepared several different arguments intended to convince upper management to select her office for the test. But before she could begin any of her prepared presentation, her boss surprised her by heartily agreeing with her suggestion.

"That is a very good idea, Miss Birch," he bubbled. "And since it is your idea, I think that you and your office should be the ones to test out this process. We can have temps and the night shift cover your workload for a couple days while you are all gone."

He then leaned close to the regional supervisor sitting next to him and said, "Sometimes it's handed to you on a silver platter. I've been wracking my brains trying to figure out how to get her and that office into some sort of intervention and training for almost nine months."

He coughed slightly to cover his next words. "It was that or fire her outright without clear cause. She is starting to be a real pain in the ass. I'm pretty sure this training is going to be another fiasco for her, but it will solve things for me one way or the other."

The man next to him laughed, "And I've been trying to find a way to shut down that program so we can sell off their land. It overlooks a lake and is right next to a national park. We could subdivide it and make a killing. Her going down in flames gives you the excuse to fire her, and having them fail at turning her office around could be just the excuse I need to close out the program."

Maddy, however, heard none of this as she inwardly rejoiced that she had an opportunity to whip her subordinates into shape. Give them a weekend in the wilderness alone with her, and no one would ever question her authority again.

Her moment to savor this victory was cut short, however, by her boss's curt order, "Make sure you sell this to your section, Maddy. From everything I've read, the people have to want to do this or it won't work."

'That might be a problem,' she thought to herself. 'Anything that I propose will immediately be rejected by those clowns... except Darla.'

Darla Lewis was her personal assistant. She had been with Maddy for nine years- since the first day both of them came to work for the company. "I am hitching my wagon to your star," Darla had said to her that day. "You've got the degree and the proper background. It also looks like you have the looks, the connections and the right skin color to move up. You can go far, and you are taking this fat, little black girl from the projects all the way to the top with you."

Darla then tilted her head and turned it slightly so that it appeared that she was looking at Maddy with just one eye. With Maddy's full attention, she said, "You promise me that you will always take me with you, and I promise you that I will do whatever it takes to get you there."

Maddy knew that Darla was possibly starting to regret her choice, but she was still intensely loyal and had helped 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 African beauty like me."

Her eyes were now boring into Maddy's as she continued, "I decided that the only way to make a difference for those coming up behind me was to grab onto somebody's white ass and ride his or her coattails to the top. An executive assistant ends up making most of the decisions anyway. I thought you had the potential to go all the way, and you do... if you would just stop being a Nazi Bitch and treat people right."

Maddy's mouth and eyes were now wide open. She was about to put Darla back in her place, but was interrupted by the swoosh of air brakes setting and the hiss of the front door opening. "Everybody out," yelled Darla. "Your bonding experience begins now."

Maddy was still trying to say something as Darla pulled her out of the seat and guided her down the steps to the ground. A tall, athletic-looking black woman was waiting for them, along with several other equally athletic men and women. All were wearing form-fitting jeans and sweatshirts with the Wilderness Experience logo over their hearts.

"Good to see you, Darlene," the tall woman said.

"We're both a long way from the projects, aren't we Jessie?" Darla replied. "Everything set up?"

"You and the Mad Bitch are out in the solitude cabin," Jessie answered. "You will be out there totally by yourselves so no one can interfere. We'll do the team building with the rest of the office here at the center until you join us Sunday night."

"Wait a minute!" Maddy sputtered in anger. "What do you mean we'll be separate? This whole thing is about getting the office to recognize my power."

Both Darla and Jessie laughed, and Darla replied, "No, Miss Bitch. This whole thing is about saving my ass- and Miss Jessie's. And to do that I have to save your ass... among other things."

She pointed down a long path. "You and I are going out to the solitude cabin for a little management training. While we're gone, your office is going to learn how to work together and how to be the best office in the company."

She then smacked Maddy on the rump of her designer sweat pants and said, "Now grab your things and get your skinny white ass moving."

Maddy turned to directly face Darla ready to tell her off, but the look on Darla's face immediately cowed her and she picked up her briefcase and travel bag from the row of things set out by the driver and began walking down the path in the direction Darla had indicated. Darla picked up her suitcase and a rather large duffle bag and followed her down the path.

The cabin was almost a mile away. The walk was long, but not overly difficult since the path was paved and smooth. Maddy was even able to wheel her suitcase behind her on the path. When they got to the cabin, it was locked, but Darla produced a key from her pocket and let them both in.

The sign above the entrance said "Solitude," which matched the isolated setting for the cabin. The interior of the cabin was small, but relatively modern. In the large front area, there were two beds- a double and a 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."