Authors note
I'm never sure where to post a story like this. Lesbian Sex? Well, there's a lot of D/s play as well. BDSM? It's more of a love story than that. So, if you're after a lesbian love story but don't want D/s play or you're after a BDSM story but want non consensual whips and chains then, well, don't bother.
Otherwise I hope you enjoy it.
L.J.
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Lisa's stomach was filled with butterflies. She'd passed all the interviews and had finally landed the job. All that was left was to see the personnel manager to sort out some final details. She knocked on the door and entered the office.
"Ah, Miss Jones. Welcome to Amalgamated Holdings. I'm Christine Holmes." The personnel officer, a smartly dressed woman in her early thirties, stood up and came round from behind her desk.
"Dr Andrews was most impressed with your interview. We're sure you'll make a good addition to the team. You graduated last month, I understand."
"Yes, I have my degree certificate with me."
"Oh, that's not necessary. We got confirmation from your collage. This must be quite a step for you."
"Yes, I'm very excited. It's a bit of a worry being so far away from home but I'm sure I'll manage."
"I wanted to talk to you about that. Have you found anywhere to stay? I have a list of flat letting agencies if you like. Alternatively have you thought of lodging somewhere? It's much cheaper and can make things easier settling in."
"I don't know. I'm not sure what to do." Lisa realised that in the excitement of getting the job she'd plain forgot about somewhere to live. And she was due to start next week. What was she to do?
"Tell you what. I know just the place for you. Excuse me while I make a phone call." Christine sat down again and picked up the phone. In a few seconds she was connected.
"Judy, hi it's Christine here. I've got a young lady looking for digs. If I'm not mistaken she's just your sort. You've not got anyone at the moment have you? Can I send her round?"
Lisa felt slightly bowled over by how quickly her life seemed to have been taken over but the digs sounded like a good idea and it was better than flat hunting. She had enough to organise as it was.
After a few minutes Christine put down the phone. "That's settled then. Judy would love to meet you and see if you're compatible. Here, let me write down the address. It's quite easy to get to by bus. You haven't got a car have you?"
Lisa took the bit of paper with the address on it. Christine had also written careful instructions about bus routes and stops so it would be easy to find. "When can I go to see her?" she asked.
"Fortunately Judy, err Miss Ford, is free this afternoon. She's expecting you as soon as possible. Best to get these things sorted out right away. Now off you go and we'll see you next week. Welcome aboard."
As Lisa sat on the bus she wondered what she had let herself in for. This Miss Ford sounded like an old battle-axe. Still she'd stay there until she found somewhere better. Finally the bus arrived at her stop and she got off. It was not what she was expecting at all. The area was obviously quite prosperous and when she found the house she was surprised by how big it was. Surely someone who could afford to live in an area like this wouldn't take in lodgers. She walked up to the front door and rang the bell. When the door was answered she was in for another shock. Miss Ford wasn't an old battle axe at all but a slim athletic woman about the same age as Christine Holmes. Smartly and elegantly dressed she looked like some sort of powerful business woman, not the sort to take in lodgers at all.
"Hi, you must be Lisa Jones. Do come in. Would you like a cup of tea?" Lisa felt herself swept into the house, still to taken aback to do anything but follow.
"You must call me Judy. I can't be doing with too much formality. Anyway I'm sure we'll be friends." Judy took Lisa into the kitchen and put the kettle on. "Christine told me something about you but only the bare details. I gather you start with Amalgamated next week. Must be quite exciting. Now tell me all about yourself."
Lisa soon fond that she was telling her life story to Judy. After a slightly nervous start she relaxed and found that Judy was very easy to get on with. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
"So, you're moving down here from Manchester. That's quite a step. You won't be able to get home much. How does your boyfriend feel about that?"
"Oh, I haven't got a boyfriend. I never seemed to find the time, what with my degree and all."
"No boyfriend? I must admit I've never been much on the male of the species myself. Well I'm sure you'll fit in here just fine. Here let me show you the rest of the house."
Judy took Lisa and showed her the room that would become hers, where all the bits an pieces were and finally took her out and showed her the garden."
"Oooh, I like this. You keep it very well, and so private."
"Well I like my privacy. I don't have many rules but one I do insist on that that my private stuff is just that, private. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, of course."
"Well, we'll get on just fine then. I think we've covered everything. I'll let you get back to Manchester and see you next Sunday, moving in day. I'm sure we're going to be very happy together."
Sunday came and Lisa moved in. She found that Judy was the perfect landlady. Indeed she was rapidly becoming more of a friend than a landlady and they soon started doing things together. In particular Judy jogged every morning. Lisa joined her and they would do two circuits of the local park. In shorts and a tight tee shirt Judy looked magnificent and Lisa found herself staring at her in admiration. She'd never met anyone like this. So kind, so helpful, so, dare she say it, beautiful? She remembered feeling this way about her gym teacher back in school. She's never done anything about it of course but she wondered what it meant. Why did she feel like this?
One thing she soon found that was Judy went out every Friday, punctual as clockwork. Lisa asked where she was going but only got evasive answers. "Out. That's all you need to know," was all Judy would say. It was on one such Friday then that Lisa found herself alone in the house. There was nothing to watch on the television and she was bored. She moped around for a while and then began to look at the books in the book case. Tucked away on the top shelf was a photo album. She remembered Judy's request for privacy but if it was out on the bookcase surely it wouldn't hurt to look. She got it down and lay it out on the coffee table.
As she turned the pages Lisa cold hardly believe what she was looking at. It was full of photos, mostly Polaroid's, of young women. Some were dressed as maids, some in school uniform, some wearing nothing except leather straps that looked like a horses bridal but each picture kept to the general theme. All the women were being punished, or something like it. It wasn't just that canes and paddles featured heavily but the women being punished were all in totally humiliating positions. One picture in particular caught her eye. A young woman, not much older than herself was dressed up as a maid. However she was shown from behind, bent over, her skirt pulled up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. She was bent so far over that she was clearly showing her most private parts and, to cap it all, there were a series of red stripes across her bottom. It took little imagination to see that she had been caned, and quite severely. But the bit that got to Lisa most of all was that she was looking back so her face was quite visible. Instead of the tears, or a grimace, that Lisa would have suspected she had the biggest grin on her face. She may be bent over in the most humiliating position, she may have been caned, but she was obviously enjoying herself.
Lisa flicked through the rest of the album. Some of the women were performing the most degrading acts, all were posed so that they had no dignity, showing their all, but many were smiling and all seemed to be there by choice. Some of the photos showed the women giving the punishment. She recognised Judy in many of the shots. Sometimes holding a cane, sometimes a paddle, and sometimes objects that Lisa couldn't recognise. In each case her dress matched the pose. If the punished were dressed as a schoolgirl then the punisher would be dressed most severely, as if she were a strict teacher. If the punished were dressed as a maid the punisher would be dressed as a Victorian lady. There was obvious attention to detail.
Lisa realised that Judy would be home soon. She pushed the album back where it belonged and hurried off to bed. As she lay between the sheets her mind whirled. Part of her wondered "How could they? How could anyone allow herself to be trussed, tied, beaten, and, above all, exposed in that way. She'd be mortified to let anyone see her like that, let alone take photographs. On the other hand part of her, part she hardly dared admit to, was strongly aroused. She tossed and turned and was still wide awake when she heard Judy come home. Part of her wanted to ask Judy about the photos but that would be admitting that she's pried. No wonder Judy was so secretive about her private life.
The hours dragged by. Lisa still couldn't sleep and she heard Judy taking herself off to bed. The images swirled before her mind, in particular the picture of the maid bent over. She realised if she was going to get some sleep she would have to sneak back down for another look. Moving as quietly as she could she crept downstairs and into the lounge. She got out the album and searched for the picture. It was still as disturbing, as alluring as it had been earlier. Almost without thinking about it her hand slid down the front of her pyjama bottoms. As she stared at the picture wondering what it would be like to be that woman, to be bent over and exposed like that, she started to play with herself. In her mind she could hear the swish of the cane. It must have hurt to make stripes that red, that vivid. Her hand rubbed harder and faster at her crutch. Her breathing was fast and shallow. She could feel herself starting to come. How could a picture affect her like this?
"And what do you think you're doing." Judy's voice, stern and hard, jerked Lisa from her reverie. She jerked her hand from her pyjamas but nothing could hide the damp patch between her legs. Judy stood at the door wearing a dressing gown.
"I... I... I was just..." Lisa stuttered.
"I can see what you were just..." Judy snapped back. "I told you my private life is private and now I find you snooping around. Well?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
"You didn't mean to pry? What do you call this?" Judy seemed quite angry. "I'm not sure I want to share my home with a little sneak like you. What do you say?"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please I'd like to stay. I really would."
There was a long pause. Judy seemed to study Lisa, her eyes resting on the damp patch between her thighs. Eventually she spoke.
"Well, as you can see, I have my own way of dealing with naughty little girls. Maybe a good spanking would teach you some manners. Well?"
Lisa's mind whirled. She really wanted to stay and she had been a naughty little girl. Maybe she did deserve to be punished. But... But...
