Irene/Molly: Femslash

Rated M: Dom/sub, discipline, spanking, seduction, girl-on-girl, role-play, 'recreational scolding.' Don't like, don't read.

I do not own these characters, property of BBC.

Beta'd by siriuslyholly

Molly Hooper stepped out of the taxi and stared open-mouthed at the tall, white building in front of her. It had a large porch with pillars on either side and seemed the sort of house that only a successful, professional person would own. She had made an appointment to meet Irene 'The Woman' Adler at the impressive building and to say she was apprehensive was an understatement. Stepping up to the door with a shaking hand, she rang the bell.

The shy young woman had but a small idea of what her consultation with Irene would involve. The Woman was a self-employed dominatrix and Molly was intrigued by the range of services on offer on the website.

Intrigue and fantasy of what would take place in such a meeting had been building up for two weeks but eventually Molly managed to pluck up the courage to send an email to Irene. Her heart nearly escaped from her chest during the thirty seconds it took Irene to respond. Molly had an idea of what she wanted to take part in, but within half an hour of several exchanges of emails, Irene had informed Molly that she had gathered enough information of Molly's personality to come up with the perfect idea of what would be the most suitable experience for the thirty-one year old.

The only thing that bothered her was that Molly was yet to find out what was in store for her. Irene had asked her to call over that very afternoon for an official consultation. Molly had asked what this 'consultation' would involve, but Irene had refused to disclose any details. She had almost demanded that Molly call over.

Just after she had rung the bell, her nerves got the better of her again. Her bottom lip quivered and even though she was snug in her parka she felt rather cold. Wringing her hands fretfully, she tore her gaze away from the door and stared down at the ground, scared to look The Woman in the face as she opened the door.

Except, that didn't happen. A posh, husky, female voice greeted Molly through the intercom.

"Hello?"

Shaking more than ever, Molly had to take a breath and swallow hard before she spoke.

"Hello, yes, um, I've, er, got an ap-appointment with Miss…"

"Oh yes, Miss Adler's two o'clock," the voice interrupted. A second later, the heavy black door opened. Molly saw before her a tall, slim, young woman with strawberry blonde hair – definitely not the pale, brunette Irene. The woman then gestured for Molly to enter and instantly ushered her into a room, which was situated on the left of the hallway. A colossal staircase ascended from the middle of the hallway and, as Molly could see, there were several layers to the house.

"Please, take a seat in here."

The sitting room was very bright: gold and cream, with a large mirror above the fireplace and opposite the three-seat sofa.

Drumming her fingers together and trying her hardest to calm her pounding heart, Molly waited for almost twenty minutes before any signs of life could be heard from outside the living room.

In that time, Molly's breathing had returned to an almost normal pace, but the anxiety of anticipation still festered. She thought about what Irene would propose as the ideal experience for a demure, shy, yet fun-loving pathologist. She contemplated the idea of being restrained, being made to submit. Being hit! Many scenarios circled around her head, blurring every sense of logic and reasoning. Her imagination was doing crazy things and soon her breathing increased in frequency once again. Yet this time it was not as excruciating as before.

Just as Molly was about to consider that she felt a sense of excitement, the same female voice penetrated the air.

"Miss Hooper?"

"Yes?" Molly answered, rising up from the sofa.

"Miss Adler will see you now, in the office on the first floor. It's at the end of the hall. However, first she would like you to enter the bedroom just before the office and put on the clothes that have been laid on the bed."

Molly hesitated for a moment.

"Is there a problem, Miss Hooper?"

"I, er… wasn't aware that I would be, um, participating in any… role-playing," Molly stammered, her voice going quieter with each word.

The blonde lady looked incredulous and spoke with a stern tone.

"Miss Adler cancelled all of her appointments this afternoon for you. Please do not let her down."

Frozen to the spot, Molly braced herself for what lay before her for the next few hours, if it would take that long.

Slowly, Molly left the room, her legs trembling. She found it rather hard to climb the stairs and the feeling of the assistant's eyes boring into her back made her twinge slightly.

After a few long seconds she was on the first floor, and she could see the office at one end of the landing. The door was open, revealing a dark, renaissance-looking room, but there was no sign of Miss Adler.

She stopped at the top of the stairs, her feet refusing to move.

"The bedroom, Miss Hooper," came a voice from inside the office.

Molly looked to the left of the office door and saw that the entrance to the room was also open. She crept towards it and peered inside.

Like the living room, it was cream and gold with a satin throw on the bed. But despite the beauty of the room, the only thing that occupied Molly's vision was the clothes on the bed.

Before her was a small white blouse with a sewn-on black tie, a very short black frilled skirt, thick black tights and shiny black high heels.

Oh my God! Molly thought. She clasped her hand to her mouth as she gasped involuntarily.

"Put them on!" demanded the voice of The Woman from the other room, which made Molly jump. She gathered herself together and, very slowly, removed her outer clothes to don the uniform.

"Have you finished?" The Woman called.

"Um…" Molly stuttered as she planted her left foot into the shoe.

"Miss Hooper, if you don't answer me, you will land yourself in even more trouble!"

Trouble? Molly thought worriedly. She quickly answered that she had indeed done what was asked of her and stood still, wondering what Irene would say – or do – next.

"Come to me." The tone of her voice was much calmer, but still had an instructive demeanour.

Molly swallowed hard and felt her limbs shake more than ever. Sweat was breaking out over her brow and she couldn't stop twiddling her fingers. Taking a deep breath and wondering for the life of her why she had agreed to attend, Molly walked steadily from the bedroom to the adjacent office, where The Woman was waiting for her.

This will get much hotter. Next chapter coming soon…