Chapter 1. DottieNames have been changed to protect well EVERYBODY.This is a true story that started when I was around 16. I am now a senior citizen.... In the 1960’s and 1970’s there were not many diseases like AIDS. The worst you got was a simple case of the CLAP, and you would have to take a few doses of penicillin.Here I was starting Junior High school in the 9th grade. That was when 7th, 8th, and 9th was the Junior high, or as you call it Middle School these days. I came from private. Such is the petite scale of my little friend that I have high hopes of how far I might be able to reach, but for now I’m more than happy to tease around her opening, with long smooth strokes first round to the right, and then to the left, and then darting back and forth across from one side to the other. I hear little whimpers from above me, accompanied by rhythmic thumps as she drums her elbows into the mattress as she seeks to pull herself up the bed away from me. She has some strength in her. “Over the desk please, bottom well up” I could see the swell of her mons pubis through her slightly parted legs and felt myself stir. “Six strokes!” came the crisp announcement. Catherine took aim and literally flogged the cane down across the fullest part of Jessica’s small bottom. I almost jumped to my feet to stop the proceedings. Jessica bit her handkerchief but made no sound. A second stroke, equally as fierce, landed a little higher this time followed closely by a third. Jessica was. And most likely it would just be one time. Is that really what you want? I can’t make any kind of commitment to you at all. I can be your friend, but I can’t be your lover or your boyfriend. It’s not because of the stuff that happened last Fall; it’s because of Stephie and a girl back home.”“I know,” she said wistfully, “but you could take me to bed just once and make me feel really good.”“I could, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”“Just don’t say ‘no’ tonight. Think about it. Let’s have.