me how it felt. I said well, I thought it felt good, but I might be doing it wrong, it was supposed to be punishment.
I asked her to take her shirt off, and turn around, and she could tell me how it feels. She smiled and took her shirt off, turned around and put her hands on the wall. I swung it once, lightly. It hit her soft skin with a soft sound. She said “again!” I swung it again a little harder. She nodded and I continued for about 10 minutes. When I stopped, she turned around, she was flushed and her breathing had been picking up. I came close to her; she was just standing there looking at me. I felt this electricity, almost as if you couldn’t move because it will crackle. I looked in her eyes, there was a fire in there, and as I saw it, I suspected we woke up some monster inside us both. I looked down at her soft round small breasts, they looked so smooth and I just wanted to touch them. I put my arms around Rosie and kissed her. I felt her knees give out a little when my fingers unhooked her bra. I backed up and slid it off of her. She sat down on the little bench, she looked a little unsteady. I asked if she was alright, she said yes, and looked down. I straddled sitting on her lap and kissed her again, playing with her beautiful breasts as she squirmed under me. I felt like I was feeding off her fire, it was making me hot as well. It felt good to be able to play with her body, manipulate it so she feels good. I got off her lap and laid her down on the bench. She said she was scared to death we’d get caught, but she didn’t want to stop, and then kissed me, I was now half on top of her. I put one of her soft warm breasts in my mouth, she sighed deeply while holding onto me.
Then I stopped and held her close as her breathing came back to normal. We sat up and she laid her head on my chest as I held her a bit longer. She then got up and started getting dressed again. I helped her get dressed, kissed her lips and smoothed her hair down. We decided to get back quickly, it was late. I stashed the flogger, and grabbed her hand and headed back to the dormitory. On the way back she asked if we could do that again, in the same precise order.
She told me the next day, that she had loved every bit of it. I loved it too, but I was wondering if I am a very bad person. But it seemed to please Rosie so much, how could it be bad if it felt so good?
Katie’s Journal Entry
Rosie and I have gotten closer now, we have been sleeping in the same bed since the children went home for the Christmas break. Her sisters and us are the only ones left here, so when they fall asleep she climbs in bed with me. I found out how warm and soft a girl can feel sleeping next to you. She snuggles perfectly, and we sleep peacefully, it feels like I am not alone anymore. I am so afraid to lose her; I know eventually we will grow out of this home and go our separate ways. Maybe there is a way to stay close, I feel like she belongs with me. I know what it feels like to feel unloved and forgotten, I want to love her and keep her forever. She has been my best friend, my partner in crime, my cheerleader; and I have been her protector, her friend, and her support. Our kisses have become a must at least each night at bedtime, and I look forward to being left alone at night so we can have those sweet kisses before we go to sleep. I love holding her as we drift off to sleep.
Katie’s Journal Entry
School will be out in a month for the summer, and somehow Alex’s parents came to take him home, back to the U.S. That just hit me out of the blue! He had no idea either, he suspected when he turned 18 he would be going back, but he still had a few months left. I am so torn, missing my one dear friend, the one who knows me better than I know myself. He never judged me, he was kind and loving. I haven’t eaten a full meal for days. I have made up my mind, and I am going to go find Alex. It is so difficult, because that means I have to leave Rosie behind. I somehow just feel that I must go, I will be 18 also in a few months and I want to go back to San Diego anyway. I think my time has come to move on. Yes, change hurts, but sometimes it is necessary. I left without saying good bye, because it would be impossible to leave then. I left a note for Rosie and one for Sister Helena. I hated leaving without doing that at least. I left before anyone got up, walked out into the darkness and was on my way to a new chapter in my life.
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