We lost touch after going to different universities. So, out of my college days, Gemma remains the one girl I have kept in touch with. As soon as I sa... her I felt something. By then I had assumed I was a lesbian, although I wouldn’t find myself properly for another year at least. Now, I would consider myself bisexual, with a strong preference for girls. We were at the lockers after hockey practice one afternoon and I was collecting my stuff, to take home for the weekend. She looked at me and. They were a couple for a very brief time in collage and then decided to continue a platonic relationship. I knew about the baggage named Roger when I proposed, so I knew pretty much everything that I needed for an advance warning.What I did not know was the extent to which it would come to haunt me. I am not insecure and I am not afraid of losing Natalie to Roger. The reason is - I never had Natalie, I was just the life partner to share the bed with while he was her confidant. He was the first. I could almost feel his eyes rivetted to the tight opening between my spread cheeks. I felt like a complete slut and wriggled my little bottom at him.He spanked me again, hard. After ten slaps, I broke my silence for the first time, begging him to stop. "No more, please stop. I'll do anything you want" but as arranged, he continued spanking me untill my bottom was hot and I was close to tears. He still hadn't said a word.I was gasping for breath when he finally finished and my bottom was. T was another-what would normally be, boring friday at school, halfway through the term. But it was actually a good day - besides more crappy weather, as I was part of the school production crew and was incharge of setting up and mixing sound for the entire show, and it wasn't small. It's is some of the best fun I have at school. It was coming up 7:30am, school started at 9, but I found it more productive working solo except for the fact that the hall was freezing and the heating was more like.