” Oh my gosh, someone shoot me! I couldn’t look at Dominic, I stared down at my feet. “Yes.” I squeaked, my voice barely audible. He made me ...ook up at him, then he bent to my level, placed a hand on my shoulder, and looked me square in the eyes. “’Bout fucking time.” He whispered. “Do you know that every day for the two months, ever since you graduated, Luke’s been telling me, ‘I’m gonna marry that girl?’ Thank God he’s finally acting because if I’d heard that from him one more time, I would. It was my idea to come back Chicago for our anniversary; I prayed it would put some spark back into our marriage.The plan was to return to the same club where I had proposed to her. I had checked first to make sure it was still there and was thrilled to find out it was not only still there, but it was still owned by the same people and hadn't changed much at all.I told Jenny I wanted to take her back there for an evening of dining and dancing. She readily accepted my invitation with the. She rode, getting more and more used to it, moaning sexually. We swapped positions and she spread her slim thighs wide I looked at her in the eyes and she said, in her incredibly sexy accent, ‘Fuck me....please fuck me...'. That was incredibly exciting and arousing to hear, almost overwhelming. Her years of thinking about it, masturbating about it, dreaming about it, wanting it was so beautifully expressed in a primal, passionate way. And it really is what she wanted....she wanted to be fucked,. Both wished it was the other who would get the stroke, even though they also wished for the caning to be over and so knew that they had to take the strokes at some time. However, they knew their almost uncertainty over who got the next stroke was also meant to teach them that if they break a rule together, they get punished together even though it is much worse than knowing each time you will be getting each and every cane stroke.Governess Carson could sense the additional stress caused to both.