"Lie on the table."I stepped over and put my front down mentally preparing to be spanked with the pain associated with it."No, up on the table on your...back."This was new. What was he going to do?My feet faced the cabinets and my head lay toward where he had spanked my bottom. He strapped my legs down and then fastened my arms. With both hands Master gently held my neck from underneath. He slid my head forward until it was only supported by his hands. He slowly dropped my head so it hung upside. Cassie took a few days holiday time and they spent most of the time in bed making love. Then it was time for him to leave.He gave her a warning as he left. "Cassie, my darling," he said most seriously, "For God's sake don't believe everything you read in the press. If they print anything that upsets you, let me know, and I'll tell you what really happened. Promise?"She promised.They agreed to use email while he was away as for as possible, with Skype or a weekly phone call. Phoning from abroad. I had to be sure this was what she really wanted. Because this was something I had wanted to do for ages. “Liss you’re my oldest friend. My best friend. Are you attracted to me sexually?" “I think you’re, hot, sexy and beautiful,” she replied. “I don’t think I’m bi.” She frowned. “I don’t feel with other girls what I feel for you. I love you and you’re my best friend.” She reached out and twisted a strand of my dark hair around her index finger. “It feels good when I’ve kissed you,” she. I told my mom, and she beat me for lying. I hid under the house and cried myself to sleep. Dad came home drunk and couldn't find me. When he called me I went to him, and he beat me for hiding. I was so bruised they kept me from school for two weeks to keep from being reported. My life's been like that for the past eight years."“That’s eight years too long then! Haven’t you heard? Lincoln freed the slaves years ago! Some years later, we native Americans were recognized as being human, too. If.