As stated, we met online. An easy enough thing to do nowadays with the seemingly endless amounts of chartrooms, online meeting areas and singles sites... We exchanged emails a little, and then a quick phone call. All seemed to be going pretty well. Then I suggested a meeting, one she could decline if she felt at all uncomfortable. She accepted and it was set. We met first at her work, just for an introduction and a quick chance to say hi. We talked for about 20 minutes. I didn’t want to get her. Again, he measured the cane against her bottom, then the thrumming was heard, followed by another scream and the appearance of another red line. Ten more strokes of the cane followed, at a rate of about one a minute. Between each, she performed the same routine of rising to her knees and massaging her bruised behind. She was crying openly now and deep sobs wracked her body. However, each time, she again bent low, arched her back and thrust her bottom back for the next cruel stroke of the. " We all laughed, and I resolved that I would tolerate it. Saturday remedial dance practice was very painful. Performing allof the required exercises and moves in the tight corset was almostimpossible, but the instructor would not accept any excuses. I evennoticed Ms. Wallace peering into the practice room at one point, justto see that I was behaving myself.By Sunday, I had adapted to the garment. It was stilluncomfortable, but I could tolerate it. That evening, Ms. Wallaceasked me to her. I greeted him at the door with a peck to the cheek before heading off to bed. While in bed I was on the phone with my other boyfriend Ryan. Keep in mind that my mom and dad lived in towns about 60 min apart, so Ryan and John do not know each other exist. We made arrangements for a date the next night. Following the date to the fair the next night I headed to Ryans house for a bit before going home since it was only 9 at the time. In his house his whole family (4) was there so we went to his.