After she hung up, she told me what was happening. MissBarnes wanted to come and visit, Ann's dungeon, meet Charles again, andmaybe even enjoy a "sess...on" with Slave Heather! I shuddered about thesession remembering the ass thrashing she gave me over her desk for"flirting" with Charles! I thought back to my job in the big city, andremembered Sharon, my co-worker under Miss Barnes. Then I rememberedRobert (Bobby) my neighbor that helped me with my laundry everySaturday. I called Miss Barnes, and. A smile creeps across my face. I nod yes, remembering that earlier today I had to stop writing to masturbate because I was too excited to continue on. “Do not lie to Master Precious; I know when you have been bad.” Your feet step closer to the bed; you pull the cool blue linen sheets back looking for a sign, your hand brushes over a damp spot. Your head turns, I hear tones of disappointment. “Do you want to tell me the truth now?” I can tell by the tone of your voice you are displeased. So, courtship was the same as anywhere else.As a youngster I had done all the usual teenage things. Trying to cop a feel, moving on to going steady and 'heavy petting', the occasional wank, and, eventually, actually having sex. I'm not going to discuss the girls concerned since we all move on and make a life for ourselves, but that doesn't mean I can't relate some of the background. N.I. is, even now, a pretty religious country and morals are still taught. Back then though; the swinging sixties. “I am all the way in now baby, it’ll be easier now!” I began to thrust, gentle at first but as she began to respond, I got more aggressive and soon was pounding away inside of her tiny bottom. She was screaming but it was scrams of pleasure not of pain, and I kept going till I finally came inside of her cute little bottom. I slowly pulled out and cuddled up with her at the top of the bed. “Princess, you have learned and experienced a lot tonight!” She cuddled up close and began to gently.