"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bollocks!"
Just turned nineteen, Louise Craven sat back in her seat in the tall office building on Fenchurch Street and swore under her breath. She looked at the message on her PC again and again.
"Report to Mrs. Wintergreen's office at eleven precisely."
Trevor looked over her shoulder and burst out laughing. He summoned Rachel and Billy to join in the fun.
"What's so bloody funny?"
"Guys. Louise has to see Mrs. Wintergreen! What a hoot!"
The attractive blonde turned in her three-wheeled roller seat and narrowed her eyes.
"So? It's just my first-year probation review, and she is the head of the department. No problem."
"Mr. Williams normally deals with those. If you have to go see HER, it must mean trub."
Billy put his hand over his mouth to suppress more giggles.
"Trub?"
"Trouble. That woman is a real bitch. Hates everyone."
"Yeah," agreed Trevor. "She's a tyrant."
"No, she's not." Rachel held up her hand. "She's a sadistic tyrant!"
"Right. I don't even know if she has teeth. Never seen her smile yet."
The other workers left the young secretary to ponder her fate as she slowly watched the clock tick away the minutes.
Louise needed this job. She had been fortunate to land the position and it had meant she and her boyfriend could afford to rent their first studio flat. If she were fired, it would probably mean she would have to move back in with her parents.
"Sod that. I'll just charm this Mrs. Wintergreen right out of her shoes."
x
At 10.55, Louise stood in the lady's room and checked her makeup. She fluffed up her buttery blonde wavy hair and smiled to herself. Luckily on this morning, she had chosen to wear her grey top that fit close to the body and had extra long sleeves. Also, her short-length high waist black skirt ended at the upper hip area. On her feet were her brand new nude heeled sandals with straps that wound around her lower calves and Achilles tendon.
"Hello?"
She opened the door of Mrs. Wintergreen's large office and peeked around the empty room. The reception area was small with a desk and sofa on the opposite side. A table separated the two and various outdated copies of Vogue and Cosmopolitan were strewn around on it. She sat on the sofa crossed her shapely pins and looked at her watch. Eleven o'clock. She was dead on time.
"Where is everybody?" she wondered as she sat in the odd silence.
Impatient and slightly bored, Louise went to the office and pushed the half-open door.
"Mrs. Wintergreen? Are you in here?"
The modest-sized room was sparsely furnished and had one big desk and a tall lamp by the very large window. Pictures of various cities adorned the wall and she studied each one in turn. She admired the view from the window and looked down on Fenchurch Street and watched the traffic. At that moment, her eyes were drawn to a half-open drawer in the desk.
"Oh, my!"
Something curious peeked out of the corner and she thought she recognised a horse riding crop. Her eyes went to the open door and saw no one so she pulled the top drawer out and reeled back in surprise. There, Louise found all types of erotic toys, vibrators, anal plugs, fur-lined handcuffs, and a black riding crop. Amid these outrageous devices, there were also several pairs of silk underwear and a pheasant feather. But it was the crop that caught her eye and she cautiously picked it up. It was an expensive, probably a hundred quid, black fleck crop of woven nylon and was about sixteen inches in length. The handle had wrapped leather and sported a big braided cap with a dimpled button. The keeper was also leather and was two inches wide.
"Oh my gosh. Mrs. Wintergreen seems to have some fetish interests."
"Is that so?"
Louise gasped and came out of her reverie as she was interrupted by a classy woman with flowing auburn hair. Dressed in a business-like manner she had a three-quarter length slim pencil fit dress in blue and white check, and a waist-high top with one button fastened just below the bust. Her navy bra was visible in the deep V of the low-cut look.
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm Louise by the way. Are you Mrs. Wintergreen?"
Without a word, the forty-one-year-old woman stared at her as she walked around and around the desk. She casually picked up the handcuffs and toyed with them as she paced the room. Louise ate humble pie as she demurred and hopped from one shoe to the other.
"This is not a good start Miss Craven. Snooping through private property, perhaps you lack discipline? Did you go to school? Do you know right from wrong?"
"Of course."
"Indeed. Maybe you need to be punished. Taught a lesson in fact."
We're not at school now, thought Louise who wondered where all this was leading. She found her eyes glued to the older woman's curvaceous form in the pencil-thin dress, her bare long legs, and her pouty red glossy lips.
"Discipline is an established practice I have adopted in my line of work. To be regulated. Directed if you will. From my way of thinking I think we can accommodate you in the agency. It seems to be effective."
Wintergreen looked down her nose at the nervous blonde with a sardonic grin. As she lectured, she paced the room, her navy stiletto shoes clicking on the hardwood floor.
"Now, I used to be a teacher at a private girl school in Kent. And I did NOT spare the rod. There are three types of discipline. One is preventive. Two, are supportive, and three are corrective. Which do you think I should pick with you?"
"Look, Mrs. Wintergreen. I just came here to have my yearly review. I wasn't expecting this at all. Maybe I should leave."
As she spoke, Louise remained rooted to the spot with a new feeling that overwhelmed her. In her young life, she had not had any sexual relations with females, and she was definitely not gay. Just bi-curious. She wondered what the woman had planned and the hesitation was etched on her face. The door slammed shut then and she jumped at the intrusion into her thoughts.
"It appears that you might like the crop. Perhaps I should use it, or maybe something bigger. I can show you ways of pleasure through pain you have never dreamed of."
Wintergreen passed her and rested the leather tongue of the crop on her upper right thigh. Louise shivered as it wiggled on her bare flesh a moment before it was removed. They were so close that their body heat was felt by the pair of them. Louise began to wilt under the stern and direct eye contact made by the other woman.
"You can?"
Wintergreen raised Louise's chin and gave her a knowing look.
"Oh, yes. And I know you want to try, am I right? You want, I want."
"Show...show me then."
"Are you certain? We can continue or I can stop, it's your choice. Yes? Then hold up your wrists."
Louise put her hands together and Wintergreen put the cuffs around her wrists and snapped them shut with an acute click. She tested the metal bracelets by tugging on the chain that joined them. They held tight. Part of Louise felt slightly scared but she could not deny the excitement between her thighs.
"All part of the service."
Mrs. Wintergreen made Louise face the desk and held her in place with her left hand. As she bent across the desk, her cuffed hands came together as if in prayer and Wintergreen used her right to pull the skimpy underwear down to her ankles. In this pose, Louise revealed a half-moon of bare white thigh and the businesswoman patted her behind with a certain affection as she studied the luscious curves of her bare bum. The skin was white and delicate and was a joyous sight and twin dimples were visible above the rounded cheeks.
"Look at these little panties, what a little slut you are. Stay perfectly still my dear."
Louise felt the hand replaced with the head of the crop which was swept down the exposed crack between cheeks, past the perineum, and down to the upturned base of her moist slit. She flattened the upper half of her body on the surface of the desk as her pussy was touched from behind.
"You appear to be somewhat aroused. That is a good sign."
Louise bit her lip and tucked in her elbows as she wiggled her posterior on the probing crop and then let out a shriek when she received the initial crack on her left cheek.
"WOW!"
There came four more staccato strokes delivered in rapid succession, two each on either globe. The crop swished through the air as it relayed its message and the beautifully shaped bottom of the young filly displayed a rosy glow that widened and deepened. Despite the stinging, Louise did not attempt to move from her undignified position and kept her enticing backside raised upward.
"How was that? I know it hurts, but it's a nice hurt, all warm and tingly, and it was exciting yes?"
Louise gulped. Too exciting! The woman soothed her burning rump and Louise admitted her smarting flesh had a sort of glow. Then she felt a warm palm strike her in a swift, flat arc and bounce back off her delectable derriere.
"OWW!"
She remained in position apart from throwing a few wriggles of her smarting rump which caused her panties to toss around her ankles. Mrs. Wintergreen scrutinised the five-fingered imprint that spread across both buttocks and raised the crop once more. She angled the plump and burning bottom of the girl so that it was higher than her head and directly in line for a prime whacking.
