Alison screamed and clutched her bottom. "No girl - you must not do that. I know you have never been caned before, but if you reach behind with your h...nds I may catch your fingers and I do not want to do that. Clutch onto the legs at the front and be a good girl".Again and again the cane sang its song, leaving tramline weals on that chubby white bottom which was soon turned red. Alison screamed and screamed, but hung tightly onto the legs at the front. As the thrashing progressed, Alison opened. A prospect.Betsy Ellenbergen had resumed her college studies at the University of Minnesota, but, somewhat to my surprise, she was present at the University Field House for the majority of our sessions there. The pattern Bill and I settled into was three days a week working out at the field house -- Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Betsy was there, still serving as my catcher, on every Saturday and on most of the weekdays as well. When she wasn't there, Bill caught me himself, or occasionally. We tried to duck our heads, but didn't get down fast enough. "I got you both!!!" Ashlee yelled out and then grabbed both of us while we had our heads hidden in the couch cushions.Brenda yelled out and so did I. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" A small tickle fight started and it went from us trying to defend ourselves, to us going after her. "Ha ha ha ha ha Wait ha ha ha ha Wait ha ha ha I have to pee ha ha ha!" Hang on Brenda, let her up." She got away from us and panting like she had run a marathon got to. As we kissed I felt his hand rest briefly on my thigh. Itwas a nice feeling. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I couldfeel his lips pressing against mine. I like the thought of his stronghand very lightly resting on my soft, smooth thigh as some romantic songplayed on his car stereo. Although Jason had kissed me many times thiskiss was so different in so many ways. Kyle only knew me as Danielle.Kyle found me totally attractive as a girl. Kyle wanted to kiss me and hewanted to see me.