Summary: Inspired by a comment in a post on asc by Michael Roy Hollihan, this is what happens when Janeway is cooped up for too long without getting any. *g*
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Janeway paced in front of the kneeling men, tapping the scourge against her leather-clad thigh. She stopped and said, "I've decided on your punishment, my supplicants."

The two men remained silent, their eyes downward.

"You," she said, slapping the dark haired one smartly on the shoulder, "have to say forty 'Hail Janeway's' and clean my leather for two weeks."

To the fair-haired officer she said, "And you, my insolent one, will have to say fifty 'Hail Janeway's' and carry me *everywhere* for three weeks."

"Man," Harry whispered low to Tom, "when she said 'role- playing' I didn't think she meant this!"