Jenny was in town one afternoon the following week, idly window shopping with no particular plan in mind until she felt a slight hunger pang and decided to have a slice of cheesecake and some coffee. Looking around, she spotted a nice-looking café which she had been into once or twice before and made her way down the pavement towards it. Parked outside was a smart open-topped sports car which sparked a memory. Where have I seen that before, she asked herself as she pushed the door open and entered the café.
Looking around, she spotted a free table at the rear of the café and took a seat. As she checked the menu and settled on her choice, she looked up to catch the eye of a waitress. Instead, she spotted a familiar face sitting at a nearby table. Kim! And another girl with her back towards Jenny, and they were in deep conversation, faces conspiratorially close together. Jenny gasped, not knowing what to do. Just then, Kim raised her eyes and saw Jenny looking at her, clearly flustered. She smiled in recognition and waved at Jenny, indicating that she should come over to her table.
Jenny rose and walked with slightly trembling knees and stood beside Kim's table, looking directly at Kim.
'Well, hello, Jenny. How lovely to see you again. How are you?' she purred.
'I'm great, thanks, Kim. Nice to see you too.' Jenny stuttered, and then glanced at Kim's friend.
Oh my god, she thought, it's Joy. That's where I saw that car. It was Joy, and she was going to Mistress Dee's house, and here she is now with Kim. Oh, god. And she's still as beautiful as she was. Jenny blushed, turning towards Joy.
'Yes, Jenny. It's me, Joy, from school. Do you remember me? I remember you, with your adoring eyes and your adorable face. I haven't seen you for over a year but you look older now, more mature.' Joy openly looked Jenny up and down, taking in the skintight jeans hugging her hips and the loose blouse hiding her breasts.
Jenny was nonplussed. Joy remembered her, and was flattering her on her appearance. Maybe she had noticed back then, but just wasn't interested.
'Hello Joy. Yes, of course I remember you. You were in the year above me so I guess we never talked. It's lovely to see you again too.' Avoiding the issue that she had spent a year or more wishing she could have sex with this goddess.
'Yes,' Joy smiled back, 'a happy coincidence. Kim and I were just talking about you.' Joy smiled a little wider and Jenny blushed bright red.
'Do take a seat, Jenny. Join us.' Kim invited, and nervously Jenny sat with them.
'Oh, Jenny,' Joy continued, 'it turns out you are rather a naughty girl. What fun. I always wondered why you kept looking at me like that at school, and now I know. I think you loved me a little, didn't you? You wanted to serve me and I ignored you. Oh dear.'
'Tell Joy your favourite number, Jenny.' Kim said, more of a command than a request.
'My favourite number? What do you mean?' Jenny asked back, confused.
'Think back, Jenny. I'm sure it will come to you.' Kim teased, and the penny fell. Jenny blushed even more and her voice trembled a little. Back to being the obedient submissive.
'I think I have two favourites, Kim. May I call you Kim here? The first is the number six, and the second is forty-two.'
'Well, good grief!' Joy sat back, as if astounded, enjoying Jenny's embarrassment. 'Please explain why the number six appeals to you, Jenny.'
Jenny looked imploringly at Kim but found no succour there. She wrung her hands and then, unexpectedly, a new strength filled her and she took a deep breath. She wasn't ashamed, she was proud. It was pretty obvious that Joy already knew. She had been talking with Kim, as they just said, and Jenny had seen her entering Mistress Dee's gates moments after her visit there last week.
Sitting up straighter and looking Joy in the eye, she boldly spoke out. 'When someone is punished, each set consists of six strokes. Six is the minimum number of strokes of the cane awarded. But, I think maybe you know that already, Joy.'
Joy beamed. The girl is quick. I am so going to enjoy her, she thought to herself.
'And what is it about the number forty-two that you find endearing?' she asked.
Again, proud of herself, and recognizing that squirming feeling in her lower belly, Jenny unconsciously raised her left hand and gave her tit a squeeze as she stated what Joy already knew. Her nipples were beginning to ache.
'Forty-two is the number of strokes of the cane that Kim inflicted on my naked backside last Saturday, Joy. That is why I like that number so much just now. Currently that is the number that came to mind when Kim asked me just now but I expect I may change my mind sometime in the future and give you a higher number.'
'What if I don't believe you, Jenny. What if I say I don't think you were caned at all? I wonder if you are lying to me, Jenny.' Joy adopted a challenging mien on her face.
'I think maybe you are going to have to prove your claim, Jenny.' Kim intruded. 'It's only been a few days. I'm sure the marks haven't gone away yet. Why don't you ask Joy to accompany you to the ladies' room so she can see for herself? Ask her nicely, Jenny.'
Jenny gulped. She hadn't even had that coffee she had come in here for and now she is effectively being told to bare her ass to the girl she used to have a crush on. This is crazy, she thought, but in fact her submissive side was truly beginning to kick in and she could feel her pussy heating up as the thought of what she was about to do became more real.