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It had been a chance meeting between Mrs Dawson and Lucy Thomas at a book reading club. Janet Dawson was the headmistress at the sixth form college for girls that Lucy Thomas had attended. Lucy was the head girl and head prefect.

Janet Dawson was now forty-five years old, and Lucy was twenty-two-years old.

Having met at the book club and got on well, they went for a drink together one evening and were now back at Janets’ house having another drink and an increasingly friendly chat.

It was during the conversation about the old times at college that Lucy asked, “I used to get frustrated holding a prefect’s detention, making students stand with their hands on their heads and in silence for forty-five minutes, and often thought it would have been so much easier if I could have used the cane, like you did. I always wondered though, what the cane was like?”

Janet asked, “Do you mean you wondered what it was like to use the cane or to be caned?”

Lucy blushed as she replied, “Well, I guess both. I never did get the cane so I sometimes wondered what that would be like, but, probably more often, I wondered what it must be like to make someone you have authority over-prepare themselves for the cane which you then give them.”

Janet smiled at the fact that Lucy was clearly embarrassed by the conversation but it was a subject they both seemed prepared to discuss. So, Janet said, “Well, it is simply the sense of authority that you have when it is your job to punish a misbehaving student. Of course, making them wait outside in the secretary’s office, inches away from the door to my study, and even listening to another student being caned, was part of that punishment. My secretary had to ensure that the students sat in silence, knowing that if they spoke that could lead to additional strokes, which helped keep them quiet.

Lucy was clearly thinking that through in her mind as she said, “I can only imagine that wait must be horrid.” She was even thinking it would be exciting listening to the others being caned, although worrying as well as your time got nearer, and even that the thought could turn some people on.

Janet nodded her head and continued, “Yes, I am sure that it was. Then, the student I had just caned would leave my study going out into the secretary’s office, normally rubbing her bottom, and there would be a look of worry on the faces of those students sitting on the chairs waiting to go in. Of course, that was quite understandable. Then, the intercom would go and each student froze, except for the one closest to the door who had to get up, knock on my door, and be called in. Then the other students would have to move to the next chair knowing that they were getting closer to my study door.”

Lucy asked, knowing she was getting aroused by the discussion, “What about when the student got into your study?”

Janet explained, “She would have to come and stand in front of my desk whilst I gave her a dressing down.”

Lucy smiled as she said, “That’s a nice term, bearing in mind what was about to happen to her.”

Janet also smiled, knowing that she used that description on purpose. She then continued, “Once I considered that the student fully understood the reason for her being there, I gave the instruction to take her knickers off and to tuck the hem of her dress into her belt so above her waist, and then go to the caning table.”

Lucy said still blushing, “I do remember seeing that caning table when I came to your study. I suppose I did picture myself bending across it, conditioning myself for the cane strokes I was about to get.”

Janet asked, smiling, “How many strokes did you normally imagine yourself getting?”

Lucy laughed as she replied, “Oh, always six of the best.” She didn’t add that when at college she had even pictured Janet caning her and had fingered herself to humungous orgasms as she thought about it.

Janet again smiled as she continued “Well, I knew there were never any smiles on the faces of the girls as they stepped out of their knickers and put them on the chair next to the caning table. Equally, they were certainly very tense as they tucked the hems of their dresses into their belts and went, always with a grimace and clearly looking tense, and bent over the caning table stretching their arms to the far end and invariably looking down at the surface of the table.” 

Janet did then think how she had wondered what it was like to have to do all those things knowing being caned was at the end of it, and had often pictured Lucy caning her after scolding her with her haughty authoritative tone of voice, but stopped those thoughts and wanted to see whether Lucy was going to ask her to cane her so she could experience the cane.

Lucy said thoughtfully, “I can see how being in that position of authority to watch as the student had to prepare her clothing must be a powerful one. I could certainly have done with being in that position of authority when running prefect’s detention and dealing with the girls like that rather than just making them stand feeling bored.”

Janet again thought Lucy was right about caning those in prefects detention and asked with a smile, “I think you did say that as well as imagining what it might be like to have to prepare yourself to be caned, you also imagined what it was like to use the cane?”

Lucy blushed as she replied, “Well, yes, of course. Being head girl and head prefect already gave me a level of authority amongst the students. I certainly got that sense of power when I walked into a room and the girls looked towards me and were worried, and immediately fell silent. I always used to think of how that was the kind of authority that you had. With me, I felt I had more authority than the other prefects had, and for you, it must be more authority you had than the other teachers had.”

Janet nodded her head thinking how authoritative Lucy was and with such a commanding voice, and replied, “Yes, that certainly was the case.”

Lucy asked enthusiastically, “So, what was it like to give the cane?”

Janet replied, “Well it was my job, but I always wanted to do my job well. So, I would focus, position myself so that the cane would land only on the student's bottom and not flap on thin air because that maximised the pain. I was quite an expert at giving the cane, although, to begin with, I even practised on a pillow at home.”

Lucy said, “Well, I’m sure you took it very seriously.” Lucy added after a few moments, “Just like I would do.”

Janet gave a friendly smile, pleased with the compliment, but then reminded herself that she had always liked Lucy, whilst at the same time finding her haughty voice quite fetching. She even remembered those times that she would lie in bed thinking about Lucy telling her off and that turned her on so much more than simply fingering herself. She also again remembered fantasising about Lucy caning her on that same table in her study, but certainly wasn’t going to mention that and still wanted to steer the conversation to her caning Lucy. After all, she had a soft spot for the ex-head girl and Lucy had said she wondered what it was like to be caned. Of course, Janet still couldn’t stop thinking how she too had never been caned and wondered how much it hurt.

Again, reverting to thinking about her caning Lucy, she continued, “So, what I always used to gauge was whether I had landed the cane firmly enough, certainly the sound of the gasp or yelp that the girl gave helped, but, as much, I looked at the welt that had developed on the girls bottom because even if the girl gasped or yelped loudly that could be put on for show to make me think it was too hard, but there would be no hiding what the welt would look like. In fact, I got pretty good at that.”

Lucy smiled at that last comment, and said, “Well I know you did, Janet, because I did know quite a few girls who you caned and that was the general reaction.”

Janet had also spoken to a few of those girls and knew that was the reaction. She had also overheard a discussion between two girls who said that being caned got them aroused, and hearing that reaction was when she started to fantasise about being caned herself. Then, when she started to search for photos on the internet and realised she lingered more on bottoms that had been spanked and caned rather than on the women who gave the spanking and caning that led her to the realisation that her tendency may be towards being submissive, which surprised her given she was a headmistress and used the cane on naughty girls bottoms so regularly, but she only got wet thinking about caned bottoms but never did when giving the caning.

Janet kept wondering whether Lucy might also have those same submissive tendencies as she asked, “Were any of those girls the ones who went to the toilets afterwards?”

Lucy knew exactly what Janet was getting at. She knew that three of the girls regularly caned would go to the toilets after being caned, normally in floods of tears, and they would sit on the toilet pan, take their knickers down once again, run their fingers along what by then would be very wet pussy lips, and gave themselves an orgasm. She even knew of two girls who would deliberately earn double detention that that would get them a visit to the headmistress’s study and at least four strokes of the cane.

Janet saw that Lucy was thinking, and said, “I’m referring to Alison and Mandy.”

Lucy gave a broad smile because she was thinking of those same two girls who she was friendly with. She asked, “How many times were they caned and how come they weren’t expelled?”

Janet replied, “My goodness, they kept on getting double detentions but weren’t rude to the teachers and didn’t bully anyone or fail to do homework or anything like that. So, I just took it as it was and caned them every time. I think one term alone they were caned six times each, and rather than just the normal four strokes for double detention I gave them six, and on one occasion eight, but even that didn’t stop then going off to the toilets afterwards. Mind you, they both got to uni and came out with first-class degrees.”

Lucy smiled at the connection of enjoying being caned with academic achievement. Well, Janet was the headmistress after all. However, she couldn’t stop herself smiling and asking, “So do you think if you had stuck to four strokes that they would’ve just got up upper seconds?”

Janet also smiled as she replied, “I’d like to think so.”

Lucy then asked, “So what degree did you get?”

Janet blushed as she said “A lower second.”

Lucy saw how Janet was blushing and smiled as she asked, “So you never got eight strokes of the cane then?”

Janet replied, “I never got the cane at all,” then added almost whimsically, “I don’t suppose I will now as I am the headmistress.” After making the comment she realised how true that regret was.

Lucy heard Janet’s tone and asked, “Well, do you think that if you had been caned and got a better degree, you would’ve been more successful?”

Janet was surprised by the directness of the question and asked, “How much more successful could I be than a headmistress?”

Lucy immediately retorted, with a wicked smile, “Headmistress of a much larger college?” 

Janet conceded, “True enough, but I have tried for those jobs but have never got them.”

Lucy asked in a sterner tone, “Not enough incentive, perhaps?”
 
Janet replied more submissively, “I suppose that could be right, but I have never found out what kind of an incentive being caned is, but it’s too late now.” Janet knew she was blushing but had meant what she said. The regret was getting to her, but here she was aiming to let Lucy experience her wish to know what it was like to be caned rather than thinking of herself.

Lucy knew from the look on Janet‘s face that the meaning was very different to the words. So, she replied, firmly, “It’s never too late. Go and get me a cane.”

Janet gasped at the instruction and wanted to ask Lucy whether she still wanted to be the one to be caned. However, from the stern look on Lucy’s face, she reckoned there was no mistake. In fact, maybe the mistake was that instead of wanting to be caned, Lucy really wanted to know what it was like to give the cane. If that was right then this could turn into reality the fantasy that she had had so often of Lucy caning her. That fantasy was more than just the caning, though, and was much more than her going to the toilets afterwards. Could her fantasy happen, she wondered, as she put a respectful look on her face, and said as she got up, “Yes, Miss.”

Lucy had only intended the instruction to get the cane as a joke. As the conversation had continued so she thought about her fantasy, initially of caning some of the students, like Mandy and Alison, knowing that they got sexually aroused by being caned, then, as she had a teachers crush on Janet, she imagined caning her, but then, instead of Janet going to the toilets she would give her tongue and finger sex after caning her. It was whilst having those fantasies that she realised that she was actually turned on much more by being the one in that position of authority and giving the cane. At first, she thought of herself as being just kinky, and that there was something wrong with her, but it didn’t take much searching on the Internet to know that it was how many people got aroused, both by being disciplined and disciplining others. Most had a preference for one way only, but there were even those who enjoyed it both ways. Lucy knew that whenever she fantasised about being caned she never got that same sense of arousal as when thinking about her caning someone else and therefore knew that she was more naturally turned on by being the dominant person rather submissive.

Well, it looked like she was about to find out as Janet went upstairs, presumably to get a cane.

As Janet went to get the cane, so she realised that she was getting aroused by being submissive and her heart was beating really fast with excitement as she came back into the living room and handed the cane to Lucy with a respectful, “Here it is, Miss.”

Whilst Janet was out of the room, Lucy realised that she was getting excited by the prospect of using the cane on the headmistress she had a crush on. She didn’t find it strange that she was getting aroused because she realised that she found it far more erotic holding the power rather than submitting to it and so when the conversation started today she quickly wondered whether Janet was having the conversation because she wanted to be caned, which has turned out to be the case. So, as Janet came back into the room and gave her the cane, with such a respectful comment, she replied, “Thank you, Dawson,” deliberately using just Janet‘s surname, just as a teacher did when at college speaking to a student.

Janet wasn’t used to being addressed only by her surname but had to admit it sent further quivers flying around her vagina and she was now in full submissive mode wanting to obey the former head girl. It hardly mattered that Lucy was so many years younger than herself and in fact half her age, because this was a fantasy of hers that was coming true.

Lucy knew that she didn’t have to keep to any particular rules because this was pretty much role-playing. She, therefore, gave Janet a stern look and ordered, “Okay, Dawson, I don’t want to crease your dress so take it off.” To be fair, Lucy was testing the water again but when she saw Janet starting to remove her dress, she knew she was now dealing with a compliant headmistress who seemed quite happy to submit to her authority. Whether it would extend to submitting to her sexually as well she would only find out later on, after she had given her the cane. 

Janet was happy to take her dress off because she certainly didn’t want it creased, but also liked the idea of being semi-naked. It didn’t matter to her that Lucy was still fully dressed because that might also change before the evening was over. So, acting obediently, she put her hands behind her back and unzipped her dress, pushing the sleeves down her arms and then the dress down past her waist and down to the floor, stepped out of the dress, picked it up, folded it neatly, and put it on the chair. She then turned and looked at Lucy and waited for her further instructions.

Lucy had to admit to an immediate feeling of arousal as she looked at the semi-naked Janet and wondered whether she could push it even further and said in a stern commanding voice, “You know, Dawson, your knickers are going to come off anyway so you may as well take the bra off now as well.” Lucy then glared at Janet still keeping the stern look on her face and waited to see whether the instruction would be followed or whether there would be a sudden change of attitude and a rebuff. 

Janet had already realised that whether she was caned on her lacey knickers or her bare bottom there was really no difference and it was clearly sexier to be caned on her bare bottom. After all, she wasn’t being punished because she had been naughty, but because of the conversation that led to this. If she took her bra off as well, then that would be even sexier. 

Having made the decision to comply with every instruction given to her, Janet gave a respectful, “Yes, Miss,” before putting her arms behind her back again, unclipping her bra and sliding the straps down her arms, catching the bra, folding it once, and putting it on top of her dress. She then put her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers, pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, folded them once, and put them with her bra and dress. Once again, she turned and waited obediently for Lucy’s instructions.

Lucy looked at Janet’s now fully naked body and thought how she would be happy just to make out. However, in her position of authority, she saw that it was for her to keep control of the situation and doing what was on expected. She, therefore, ordered, “Okay, Dawson, turn that dining chair around, bend over, and grab hold of the seat. I think you will know how to present your bottom properly.”

Janet wanted to laugh at that comment but also wanted to continue to be submissive and was enjoying it. She supposed she wasn’t going to enjoy being caned, but then that would still be a new experience for her and one she wanted. So, as she again did as she was told and turned the chair around, and bent over, she did momentarily think how strange it was that what started off as a friendly chat had turned into her long-held fantasy of being disciplined coming to reality. She did also wonder whether the reality would be as good as the fantasy, but still wanted to find out. So, as she bent over and grabbed hold of the seat of the chair, she parted her legs and lowered her tummy knowing that would stretch her bottom cheeks just as it used to do when the girls had to bend over the caning table and stretch their hands and grasp hold of the far end. After all, this was how the girls presented their bottoms for a caning early on, as the caning table only came after a year or two of her making the students bend over and grab the seat of a chair just as she was doing right then.

As Lucy watched Janet bend over and clasp hold of the seat of the chair, placing her legs nicely apart, she felt even more aroused seeing her naked body, savoring the sight of her gorgeously kissable but also spankable bottom cheeks, her hairy mound, and pussy lips, and her beautiful breasts, and, she realised, taut nipples. Again, though, she maintained her authoritative stance and said in a stern tone of voice, “As I haven’t used the cane before, Dawkins, I will be giving you three practice strokes and then I will give you the six you’re due.”

As Janet readied herself for the cane she looked at the floor behind and saw Lucy’s well-toned upside-down legs which once again sent flutters flying around her vagina. She just saw the hem of Lucy’s rather short dress and would have loved her to have been as naked as she was, but, equally, wanting to experience the submissiveness of a naughty college girl, she was happy being the one naked and following instructions on the basis that she had no right to object. Then, she felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across her bottom, looked again at Lucy’s upside-down legs and saw her muscles tense so she realised that was how the girl being caned would be aware that the first stroke was about to land, which it did, and, as it did, so she gasped although, to be fair, didn’t think that it hurt that much. 

When the second stroke landed Janet realised it stung rather more than the first but it was just about manageable, and then remembered that Lucy was giving her three practice strokes, so then thought that if the second stroke hurt so much what would the third stroke be like? The next moment she knew as she yelped with the pain, and for the first time realised just what the college girls went through when she caned them because this stroke really hurt. Worse, she realised that her caning wasn’t over, and, so far as the six of the best were concerned, it hadn’t even started.

Lucy looked at the three welts, and also thought about Janet’s reaction, and knew that the last stroke certainly hurt her, but, equally, she stayed bent over clasping the seat of the chair. That meant she had coped with that third stroke, and so knew that she could make the next strokes slightly harder still. 

Janet readied herself for the real caning as she heard Lucy say in such a beautifully authoritative tone of voice, “Now for the six strokes, you naughty girl, Dawkins.” Lucy smiled as she added, “Make sure you don’t get up until I tell you to or else that last stroke won’t count.” Lucy knew from Mandy and Alison that Janet always made that threat to the girls that she was about to cane.

Janet once again looked behind her and saw Lucy’s gorgeously well-toned legs, then saw her muscles tense, got herself ready for the stroke, then, as she heard the swish, and then felt the cane cut into her bottom, she yelped when she realised that the stroke was so much harder than that third practice stroke. It was then that she had to accept it was Lucy’s right to make the stroke as hard as she felt necessary, just as she had done when she caned the girls at sixth form college. She certainly wouldn’t have accepted any request from any of the girls to make the strokes lighter because, when dealing with naughty girls, it was important to remember that this was supposed to be a punishment and not something playful, and, even though this was role-play, it was also her fantasy turning into reality.

As Janet once again looked at Lucy’s well-toned legs, thinking less about how beautiful they were and more about her muscles tensing, and, when they did, she held her breath, heard the swish, was increasingly concerned as she tensed her bottom cheeks, then, when the cane landed she heard the thwack and felt the cane bite into her bottom, and once again yelped as the pain cascaded around her bottom. 

So, even with two ever so painful strokes gone, and four more to come, Janet asked herself why she wanted to experience being a submissive naughty student? In fact, why would anyone want this amount of pain? Then she remembered Mandy and Alison and how they came back time and again for another caning, and then, afterwards, went to the toilets and fingered themselves even knowing several girls were standing outside and listening to their orgasmic gasps. Janet did have the time to smile to herself thinking they let out orgasmic gasps there as opposed to the gasps of pain they let out when being caned. However, thinking those thoughts she missed looking at Lucy’s legs, so didn’t see her muscles tense, but did hear the swish, and certainly heard the loud thwack and felt the cane bite into her bottom and knew that the pain was even greater than any of the earlier strokes.

Lucy was certainly focusing on each stroke, making sure that they were hard enough knowing that she needed to achieve those loud yelps, and as she landed the third stroke happily watched Janet throw her head back, then shake her head from side to side, hissing in and out through clenched teeth, but making sure that she didn’t let go of the chair, which told Lucy that Janet really was coping albeit with quite a struggle. She also looked at each welt develop and knew that she had created them and that it made Janet’s bottom even more kissable whilst at the same time Lucy told herself she still had three more strokes to enjoy giving. Yes, she now knew, it was the power she had over Janet that was the real turn-on for her.

Janet felt the tears well up in her eyes as the fourth stroke landed just as she knew they did when caning the girls at college, but now had a greater understanding. The pain was horrible and again she couldn’t understand how Mandy and Alison seemed to thrive on that pain. Then as the fifth stroke landed and Janet felt the pain was even greater, she knew that she let out a sob and that her vision was blurred, and she was certain that she would never want to be caned again. Then, when the sixth stroke landed and she knew she let out more than a sob and was crying, that reinforced her realisation that being caned really was just a punishment and there was nothing erotic about it.

Lucy thrived on the feeling of power as she landed that last stroke, and watched as Janet clasped hold of the seat of the chair to make sure that she didn’t get up whilst at the same time started to cry with her whole body shaking. What was strange was that she felt really aroused by the way her power had dominated Janet who was clearly struggling to cope with what must be a horrid stinging pain, that she had caused. Even so, Lucy did savor the sight of the nine raised red welts, some thicker than others of course, for a few more moments before putting her hand on Janet’ bottom cheeks and rubbing gently in circles, then moving her hand up and down the backs of her thighs, all the time saying, “Shush shush, it’ll be alright.”

Janet felt Lucy’s caressing hand, which she had to admit felt really nice, and, as Lucy ran her hands up and down the backs of her thighs so she parted her legs further, while still staying bent over clasping the seat of the chair because Lucy had not yet released her. However, when Lucy’s hands moved to her inner thighs and then along her pussy lips, that was when she realised just how turned on she was. She knew that even as she sobbed she was also gasping erotically as Lucy eased her fingers inside her vagina as well as flicking her taught clit, and she came in seconds. Now, she really didn’t understand anything, because the caning had been so painful but this was one of the best orgasms she had had in years.

Lucy initially thought that as Janet was crying she couldn’t possibly have liked the experience, but, as she started to listen to her erotic gasps as she rubbed the inside of her thighs and ran her fingers up and down along her wet pussy lips so she realised that Janet was actually turned on. It really did seem surprising that that could happen when being caned so hard, but, what she always remembered, was how Mandy and Alison had explained to her that so much pleasure was derived from that exact type of pain. They couldn’t understand why it happened, but what they did know was that all of that pain led to the most fabulous orgasms every time. They did also say that their stinging bottoms were so lovely to touch, even the raised welts, and so after their initial orgasms, they always gave themselves further orgasms, quite often well into the night when alone in bed.

Once Janet had come down from her first orgasm, Lucy said, “You can stand up, Janet,” and she helped her up into a standing position, turning her around gently so they faced each other and saw her tear-filled eyes and tearstained face and leaned in to give her a soothing kiss on the cheek. When she did, she was then really surprised when Janet turned her face and placed her lips firmly on hers, opening her mouth so welcoming Lucy’s tongue into her mouth, which Lucy willingly did intertwining hers with Janet’s, and suddenly they were kissing passionately.

After their passionate kiss, Lucy smiled at Janet knowing that she wouldn’t see anything other than a blur, but said, “Why don’t we go upstairs, Janet?“

Janet replied a very wet and sobbing, “Yes please,” and turned and happily led Lucy out of the living room and up the stairs. By the time they got to the top of the stairs, Janet was calmer and even able to smile and guided Lucy into her bedroom. Of course, Janet was still naked and didn’t care, and as she turned and threw her arms around Lucy’s neck pulling her close, so Lucy caressed her breasts, even squeezing her nipples and getting the expected gasp from Janet, but a huge grinning smile as well. 

Lucy saw from Janet’s grin that she was aroused even though she still had to be struggling with her stinging bottom, and again the fact that pain led to pleasure was getting clearer.

After several more passionate kisses, Lucy pulled her head away, and whispered, “Let me get undressed, Janet,” guiding a still submissive Janet back so she was sitting on the bed.

Janet sat on the bed and watched as Lucy unzipped her dress and slid it down her arms and then passed her waist, catching her knickers on the way, pushing both down to the floor, stepping out of them both, and put them on the dressing table chair. She then put her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught the bra, and put that on top of her other clothes. She then went towards Lucy and guided her further up the bed, following her, and then lying side-by-side, each now caressing the others breasts and nipples, happily kissing once again and cuddling and caressing each other and quickly bringing each other to an amazing orgasm.

As they lay on the bed after that, continuing to kiss and cuddle and knowing they were going to give each other further orgasms, Janet said in a surprised tone, “I never expected to be so turned on by so much pain. It was fantastic though, Lucy, really fantastic. Why though? How can so much pain cause so many erotic feelings? What helped was my submission and the need to do exactly as you told me without question, because I trusted you which is what mattered. So please please please can we do it again?”

Lucy loved the way that Janet was still submitting to her and she too wanted to repeat this experience. She did wonder for a second whether she should also submit to Janet to see if it was the same, but it really didn’t seem the right thing to do because Janet was so enthusiastic about wanting to submit to her again, and she loved dominating Janet. So, Lucy replied, “Of course, we can. Also, there is a party this weekend with all my friends and I can take a plus one. I’d love you to come with me.” She then held her breath anxiously waiting for Janet to reply.

Janet was enthusiastic as she replied, “Oh yes, I would love to come, and I tell you what, as well, the following weekend I have a party with all my friends and would love you to be my plus one. In fact, I’d love you to be my plus one forever.”

Lucy leaned in and gave Janet another passionate kiss, and then smiled as she said with a stern tone of voice, “Presumably you’re talking about me being in charge and you submitting to my decisions, even having to accept a spanking from me in front of my friends and your friends?” Once again, Lucy was just pushing buttons but was enjoying herself.

Janet didn’t think twice as she replied, “Yes of course. I know it may not be something our friends would expect of us, or, if they did, it would be with me in charge of you, but my friends will accept this very quickly and I hope yours will too.”

Lucy knew that two of her friends were in relationships that involved one in charge of the other, and so they would easily accept her relationship with Janet, and she replied, “No problem there, Janet. No problem at all.” 

As they both held each other again passionately, kissing and cuddling, licking and sucking, neither knew how long the relationship would last, but they did know that their earlier discussion over a glass of wine had started on the assumption that it would be Janet caning Lucy, and both were excited by the fact that it ended as it did, and even more so that they were both happily going to become an item. How wondrous was that?