The fourth had hardly ended when she began to rise. She let him go and ran into the john. He could hear her spitting. He regained his balance and stoo...ed to raise his underpants. As he was finishing with his jeans, she ran past into the kitchen. She returned to the john with a glass, and he could hear continual spitting.“You don’t taste all that good, you know,” she said. Well, it had been her idea. He hadn’t objected; he had, indeed, enjoyed it, but he hadn’t asked for it.“Sorry about that.. “Yes,” she replied weakly. “So you agree to being caned?” “Yes,” Mrs Simons repeated. “By Carrie Horn or by me?” Melissa Curtis demanded to know. Mrs Simons blushed again. “You please,” she said quietly looking at her desk squirming slightly in her chair as the thought of an impending stinging bottom sank in. “Right then, I will.” Melissa Curtis said getting up and going to the cupboard that housed the canes. Mrs Simons was still too flustered to question how come Miss Curtis knew that was the. It felt like ages of nervous waiting until Marcy heard footstepsapproach. When they eventually stopped right in front of the door Marcywas getting very fidgety. Still it was a while before the door actuallyopened. John took his sweet time, fidgeting with his key in no hurry atall.Finally the door swung open and Marcy was face to face with her tormentoragain. John looked as if he had just woken up. What remained of the hairon his head was a mess. He still looked somewhat sleep groggy and. She even pulled up her top and let him feel herbreasts and suck on her nipples. After all, she was no longer planningon having sex with John that evening.When she returned, Trina told a sad story about her girlfriend'ssituation, and made it clear that she was no longer in the mood to getintimate. Incongruously, she did rub the crotch of John's jeans, givinghim a raging hard-on. After the two hours he had spent stripping downand trying on the two nighties, along with anything else that caught.