A Peculiar State of Affairs

A photo-story from Janus 44 featuring Lucie Martin, who you might recognise from The Scarecrow.

That was what Lucie’s mother had said, in highly moralistic tones. ‘A most peculiar state of affairs.’ She had asked Lucie, jokingly, if her new boss fancied her and Lucie had answered, giggling, ‘I think they both do.’ Mrs Martin’s face had quickly assumed a very unjoking look; which perhaps was not surprising when you knew that Lucie’s new employers were man and wife.

Lucie decided to shut up. She didn’t really know that Liz Rogers fancied her, it was just some of the looks she got. She told her mother she had been joking and Mrs Martin said it wasn’t a very funny joke. Very soon, of course, things were to happen that Lucie certainly couldn’t tell her mother about. Things that were very peculiar indeed.

Liz and Damian Rogers had a smart little boutique and Lucie had been thrilled to get the job working there. She was only 17 and therefore a bit green. Nice and young and innocent-looking and perhaps those innocent looks appealed to Damian — and to Liz. They were both older, though not old; Damian in his thirties, Liz late twenties, and both had the look of people who had been around.

And it wasn’t only them, there was the boutique itself. It carried a range of smart street clothes plus underwear, some of it quite sexy; but there was also that room at the back. It was normally kept locked except when there was a special client, usually a woman, and then it was always Liz who took the client through. Lucie only worked in the front shop. Naturally she was curious and that curiosity was answered at the end of Lucie’s first week, on Friday just before finishing time.

Damian was out on business and Liz came up to Lucie and gave her one of those heavy looks that had caused Lucie to make that remark to her mother.

‘Shall I show you something interesting, Lucie? One of our little secrets?’

Lucie followed Liz out to the back where she unlocked the door. Inside was a smallish but brightly lit room with two big mirrors. On a table were two glossy catalogues of female models wearing all kinds of kinky erotic clothing and as Liz proceeded to open cupboards and doors there was revealed an extensive collection of the same sort of thing, all shiny black latex and leather and rubber. Lucie couldn’t believe her eyes. In one cupboard was a collection of different whips, and some riding crops.

Lucie was quite astounded — she had never seen anything like this before, never even imagined most of these things existed. Suddenly there was Liz’s hand at her waist and Liz’s rather deep voice.

‘What d’you think, young Lucie; would any of this suit you?’

Lucie was still too dumbfounded to answer. Liz gave a husky, sexy laugh. ‘No, I don’t think it’s for our Lucie. She’s a sweet little submissive, isn’t she? And this is for dominant ladies.’

And then Liz’s hand left Lucie’s waist and smacked the young girl’s bottom. Two sharp smacks and after the second one the hand stayed there and gave Lucie’s bottom a deliberate squeeze.

That was when Lucie felt pretty sure Liz fancied her. Before that it had just been those heavy looks and some suggestive remarks — all when Damian wasn’t around. Lucie shivered — a shiver caused by both the hand on her bottom and the revelation of what was in the locked room. She found herself wondering what her mother with her ‘most peculiar’ would think of what she had just seen.

Liz warned Lucie not to tell anyone what was in the room. It was all quite legal but strictly private, for extremely select clients. Also Lucie was not to tell Damian that she had been in there as he and Liz had agreed it was best Lucie didn’t know about that side of their business.

‘So it’ll be our little secret. OK, Lucie darling?’

Liz’s arm came briefly round Lucie’s waist again and she got another intense look from Liz’s big brown eyes. They went out and Liz locked up. Going home Lucie’s head was in a real whirl. She had a boyfriend and had certainly never thought about other girls or women in that sort of way. Thinking of it now made her go all hot and cold. She didn’t fancy Liz but there was something undeniably exciting about her with her tall statuesque body and her strong features and her obvious sexual magnetism.

Maybe Lucie subconsciously wanted something to happen. Either that or she was simply stupid. Because shortly afterwards she placed herself in Liz’s hands by asking if she could borrow £200. Lucie’s boyfriend Kevin wanted it for a bigger motorbike. Liz lent the money — and then a couple of weeks later said she was hard up and needed it back. Lucie couldn’t pay of course.

Damian was off on a buying trip and with just the two of them in the shop Liz could afford to come on strong. ‘You said you’d let me have it back as soon as I wanted it, Lucie. You could be sued you know.’

Lucie didn’t know what to say. Liz’s hard dominating tones were quite new, and the fierce way those slightly mesmeric eyes were glaring at her was really frightening. It was all a big shock — because when Lucie had thought Liz fancied her she hadn’t realised in what way. She should have guessed with all that gear in the back room but she didn’t. As for Liz, Lucie’s scared look simply made her more delectable.

‘I think I shall have to teach you a lesson, young lady. A lesson about discipline in money matters.’ Liz’s hand reached out and squeezed Lucie’s arm, really hurting. ‘You’d better come round to the flat after work, my girl.’

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Lucie sat shivering on the sofa. Not that it was cold, she was just plain scared. It was the first time she’d been in the Rogers’ flat but Lucie wasn’t looking around: she was just sitting, waiting for Liz to reappear. What increased the feeling of apprehension was the fact that Lucie wasn’t even in her own clothes. Liz had grabbed some things off the racks in the shop and told Lucie she was to put them on for this evening’s visit: a light, feminine-looking pink-and-white cotton dress and high-heeled white pumps. Under the dress was an extremely brief pair of bikini pants, also from the shop, and that was all.

After letting Lucie in Liz had disappeared saying she would be back in two minutes. Lucie bit her lip. She had felt a very strong tension coming from the woman, throwing her right off balance. What was going to happen?

Suddenly Liz appeared from the other room. Lucie looked up and then quickly down again, her heart giving a jump. Liz was in one of those way-out outfits from the shop’s back room. A black shiny-slick thigh-high PVC dress. Some kind of kinky black masculine cap on her head with her long hair piled up underneath it making her look almost like a man. But what was worst was what was in Liz’s hand. Lucie’s heart started going thump, thump, thump… She was holding a vicious-looking riding crop.

With two big strides Liz was at Lucie’s side, bending over her, grasping her upper arm in a fierce grip. ‘Right, young lady, let’s have a talk, shall we?’

The voice was hard and grating and the big liquid eyes were shining. The eyes could almost be those of some fierce forest creature suddenly presented with a soft and defenceless victim. A creature ravenous for its prey.

That in fact was quite a lot like the way Liz Rogers felt. Liz was not supposed to have these desires but she did, and normally she had to keep them hidden. Damian hated that sort of thing and had only let Liz have her special room when she insisted she had no interest in it herself, it was simply that you could sell that stuff at such a good profit. Liz was interested, though, and when she could, when Damian was away on his buying trips, she liked to indulge herself at the house of a friend of similar tastes. And ever since this juicy little Lucie had arrived Liz had been aching to have a go at her.

Lucie was half dragged to her feet, to stand in front of the frightening-looking Liz. Liz began berating her, slapping the head of the riding crop against her palm for emphasis. It was all really a put-up job because Liz hadn’t said she would need the money back right away. Lucie could see it was a put-up job — an excuse to get her in Liz’s power. An excuse to… She shuddered at the thought of what the older girl might do with that awful-looking crop.

What she intended to do was soon clear as, coming to the end of her spiel about irresponsibility with money, Liz brusquely ordered Lucie to take her dress off.

‘Right off, my girl. I’m going to give you something that your mother should have given you long ago.’ Her voice was hard and urgent, with a sound of spite.

Lucie gave her a frightened glance and then looked at the floor. Liz plainly meant business and she was also clearly a lot bigger and stronger than Lucie and could force her to do whatever she wanted, physically and also mentally. Lucie didn’t have much choice. Unhappily she lifted her dress as Liz stood dominatingly over her, one foot up on the sofa.

The dress came up and off exposing Lucie’s bare boobs. Automatically her arms came across to cover them but Liz quickly grabbed the arms away. She slid her fingers into the top of the younger girl’s bikini pants, at the same time patting her bare waist with the crop.

‘Come on, darling; let’s have the knicks off as well, shall we. I want that pretty bottom nice and bare.’

Lucie thought again of her mother and her ‘most peculiar’. She wouldn’t be able to believe this — but then Lucie found it almost impossible to believe herself. She reached for her knickers and slid them down. They came off and the next thing Lucie knew she was kneeling up on the sofa — on hands and knees and quite nude except for the white shoes. Liz began positioning her bottom, making a meal of it, fondling, feeling it up.

Finally Liz stepped back. She stood, powerful thighs apart, her statuesque body quite lewdly displayed in the shiny skin-tight PVC: a classic picture of female domination. Eyes gloating on the soft and submissive nude form of Lucie, Liz felt a heady thrill. She had dreamt of this ever since this sweet young thing had come for interview, dreamt of it while being careful not to let any sign of her interest show to Damian. Damian would kill her if he knew but Damian was safely out of town until tomorrow and she could certainly scare the girl into keeping quiet. Liz swished the riding crop deliciously through the air. Her supreme moment had come.

She took a brisk step forward and in the same motion brought the crop whipping down. It made a thrilling pistol-like CRACK!… as it struck squarely across the thrust-up bottom. Lucie let out an anguished scream. She could hardly believe the pain. She was anyway one of those soft and delicate girls who simply feel pain more than the average person. It was like a knife slashing across her tender bottom. The scream tailed off into a moaning wail as the pain continued, sharp and burning.

The wail rose to a second ear-splitting scream as with another skip-step Liz let fly again. The cry was music to Liz’s ears, emphasising as it did the kneeling girl’s submissiveness. Liz struck again, exulting in the sensual, sexual pleasure of the riding crop in her hand. And again, feeling her blood pounding in her ears, coursing through her veins, while the slickly-tight PVC held her trembling body in its glove-like grip.

Six sharp cuts were delivered to the kneeling girl’s rump as her cries became more and more distressed. Then Liz paused, but only for a moment because she hadn’t finished yet, the marvellous pleasure was too mind-blowingly thrilling to actually stop. No, she merely wanted to get Lucie in another position, to add more spice to her cruel pleasure.

And so Lucie, still moaning, was pulled around to kneel upright facing backwards on the sofa. Her hands were placed over the back so that she was leaning against it but with her glowing bottom once again thrust out. Liz positioned herself and raised the crop. Swish… and SPLAT!…

Once more there was a shriek from Lucie as the leather rod bit smartingly into her buttocks.

‘Keep it still!’ ordered Liz, her voice gasping with the effort and with excitement. There was a second juicy SPLATT!…

‘Keep it still…’ SPLAT!… ‘so I can teach you…’ SPLATT!… ‘a proper lesson…’ SPLAT!…

Lucie’s scream from that last stroke of the riding crop coincided with the door suddenly bursting open. It was Damian! Damian who Liz had been quite sure would not be back until tomorrow.

It would be difficult to say who was more surprised, Liz or her husband. He had not suspected anything, it was simply that his business had finished earlier than expected and he had come on back. He hadn’t phoned, he had thought it would be a surprise. It was certainly that all right!

He was speechless at first, then quickly recovered his voice. ‘What the bloody hell is going ON! ‘My God! And what are you doing in the f***ing les gear?’

He said a few more things on similar lines and then, tight-lipped, reached forward to grab the riding crop. Lucie, who had watched this out-of-the-blue confrontation in alarmed silence, darted away under the struggling couple. Lucie’s bottom was really smarting like mad but at least it looked as if her ordeal was over.

Damian now had the riding crop, wrestled from his wife, and was giving her a real verbal roasting. Liz just stood there and meekly took it. It was clear that though she might like to be dominant with young inexperienced girls like Lucie, the shoe was on the other foot where her husband was concerned. Lucie, now the sting of that awful crop was fading into a glowing throbbing, began to perk up. She could fancy Damian Rogers and seeing him tearing into Liz, after what Liz had done, was a powerful turn-on.

The hot blast of Damian’s anger finally burned itself out but he wasn’t finished with Liz — you could say in fact that he was only just starting. Coldly he ordered her into the bedroom to take off what she was wearing. Lucie was taking the opportunity to put her own clothes back on so she didn’t hear what else Damian said, but when Liz came back she had on a really feminine set of underwear: a white lace-and-nylon basque with stockings, a brief pair of dainty white knickers. With her hair now down she looked almost unrecognisable — and distinctly embarrassed.

Damian called Lucie over and had both girls stand side by side. He still held the crop in his hand and Lucie had the alarming thought that perhaps he was going to beat both of them. But he asked Lucie if she had been willingly taking part and she vigorously shook her head — and when he asked Liz the same question she agreed, after a moment’s hesitation.

Lucie gave a sigh of relief as she was told to step aside — and Damian turned his attention once more solely to his wife. He told her she was going to get exactly what she had given Lucie. Then he sharply ordered her to drop her knickers.

Lucie felt a thrill of excitement. Liz looked at her husband, went red in the face, glanced at the crop — and then, with eyes downcast, slid down her knickers. She was instructed to turn and bend over the bureau. With a sick look Liz did so, standing with knees straight and her very shapely bare rump sticking invitingly out. Damian asked Lucie to come over, he wanted her to watch. Lucie felt another sudden surge of excitement— while Liz cringed.

The crop was laid across Liz’s bottom, then raised and whacked sharply down — exactly as it had been whacked down onto Lucie’s bottom. Liz didn’t scream but let out a gasping grunt as her bottom jerked in reaction. Lucie gave a shiver of excitement.

The crop rose and fell — hard, vicious thwacks as Damian, tight-lipped, recalled the sickening scene he had burst in on. For Liz it was truly mortifying as well as searingly painful because being on the receiving end was very different from handing it out. But for Lucie, bright eyes not missing a detail, there was a steadily rising glow of arousal. Watching Liz and watching Damian do it to her was absolutely fantastic. She thought she was going to come right there on the spot.

She didn’t quite but she was feeling pretty steamy by the time Damian stopped. There was then a further fantastic turn-on as he turned to her and asked if she would accept an apology from Liz. Breathless, Lucie nodded… and there was then the supreme moment of having Liz take her hand and bend over it and kiss it, stuttering words of regret.

After that things were very different. Liz was kept on a very tight rein by Damian who told her that one false move and the back room would be closed for good. Lucie was instructed to report to Damian any problems she had with Liz, while at the same time his own interest in the younger girl developed considerably. Liz, if she suspected anything, didn’t dare complain. And Lucie, although she had Kevin, was not at all averse to her boss’s advances. Her mother of course would not have approved, but at least it was strictly normal and not at all ‘most peculiar’.