Her best friend Marcie had told her that her boyfriend Ralph had even licked her brown eye when he had a few beers after the basketball winning season... She couldn't imagine any boy getting his tongue up into her dirt hole and thought the whole thing was just some story the girl had made up to get her all hot and excited. Still, the idea had stayed fixed in her mind and whenever she touched her brown eye she thought about some of the boys at school putting their lips back there like slaves under. "I walked out the door, listening to both of them laughing.I had the cows up to the barn and had put some hay out to keep their attention before milking.Anyone who's not familiar with cows, wouldn't know that they figure out a pecking or milking order on their own. The dominant come in to be milked first, and each less dominant comes in after. If a cow tries to get in front of another in order to get the small amount of grain they get, they get punched by the cow whose turn it really is.Think. .. "Girl! Come here" I shouted. Harriet came into my office and stood before me, eyes cast down and shoulders hunched. I had her stand there a long time, letting the tension mount... "You know that was an expensive vase". She nodded. "You are a clumsy girl. You will never be able to pay me back for that vase. Get over my knee". To my surprise she did not need any further bidding and came over to stand beside my sturdy oak office chair. I could see a glisten of a tear in her eye. "Over my knee!". Maybe it was denial, maybe it was fantasy fulfillment -- I don't know. I just know that I enjoyed it. Nonetheless, at school and at play I still joined in the homophobia and fag-bashing. Neither of us considered ourselves gay.Doc, we had some great sex together. Let me detail a few occasions. We really liked to 69 so we did that frequently. We were only fourteen and fifteen so we didn't have any privacy -- we'd have to initiate sex when nobody was home or when we could sneak it in without.