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LANA [ part 1 ] Lana was quiet. She was in the back seat of her family car, going home after yet another rigorous ballet training at her local school. Her dad was driving and her mom was sitting beside him and none of them spoke much at all. It was perfectly clear to Lana what was awaiting her once they arrived home. It was all Mistress Vicki's fault, she could never be satisfied with Lana's ballet exercises no matter how hard the little girl tried and she made sure her parents knew about it! She hated Mistress Vicki for telling her parents how undisciplined she was in the class and how often she failed in simple ballet exercises. Only they were not simple at all. Mistress Vicki made sure all exercises were sheer torture for the little girls in her class. There was not a child who left her class without tears in her eyes and pain in her little body. And to top it all, the parents were expected to implement special punishments to their child once they came home if Mistress Vicki thought it was necessary. And in Lana's case, it happened all too often. In the last 6 months, she has been punished almost after every class. And the punishment she had to endure made her tremble. The hours of standing on her tiptoes, the whippings, endless torture of her little feet with various implements and devices she has never seen before in her young life. And then there were other things too. The things her mommy and daddy did to her that made her so ashamed she could not ever talk about them. Not even to her best friend Annie. She hated her punishments even when they made her feel weird and excited and when she felt butterflies in her tummy. Her mommy told her every time how much she and daddy love her and that she must be punished, because they care very much about her. She could not be mad at them afterwards because they always hugged her and kissed her tears away and her mom always baked her favorite cake for being a brave girl. And before the bedtime, they both tickled her and told her how good and brave little girl she is, if only she could be better and more disciplined in her ballet classes. Her father reached up and thumbed the garage door opener as they started up the drive. Lana cringed in her back seat. When they took her into the double car garage, she knew she was in for the full monty. "Come on out, baby girl" Her father instructed. "It's time for you to strip." Lana meekly undid her seat belt and slid out of the car. She stood and walked right over to where her father indicated. Looking forlornly at the empty expanse of the two car garage, as the van was out for a tune up. "Well young lady?" Her mother added. Standing right in front of her parents, knowing the punishments would be harsher and longer if they thought she procrastinated. Lana began pulling her leotard off her shoulders and pull the elastic outfit down her slim chest and down to her little girl hips. She was proud of her bum cheeks, as they were firm and nicely rounded. Her father often remarked on them as he ran his hands over them, both before and after her nude spankings over his knee. "Shoes and socks too" her father reminded her as she handed her mother the only clothing they all wore in dance class. Mistress Vicky insisted they not wear any underwear as it softened the blow of her switch on the girls asses and sex when she rapped them for not trying hard enough. "Over to the weight bench, baby girl" ordered her father. Lana walked over on trembling legs. The weight bench meant she was in for a very long and painful session. She walked up and turning around lay her full-length face up on the bench, her head hanging over the end, placing her arms up and above her head. She watched as her mother moved around above her head and reaching down, swiftly tied her wrists, first together and then pulled down to the center bar of the chrome legs, fastening them tight. Meanwhile her father stepped to her side and wrapped a weight lifters belt around her waist, affixing her trunk to the padded bench. Then she heard the whir of the second door opener as it ran backward. But instead of pulling the door up, it was lowering a very long weight bar attached to the end of its chain. As it reached the height of his chest, her father gripped her right ankle, lifted it up and tied it to one end of the bar, then her left. Again, the sound of the powerful door opener came to her ears, accompanied by the pain of her fully outstretched legs being pulled up. Until her hips came off the weight bench, and only the wide belt held her trunk there. Her father picked up a thin strap and began striking the soles of each of her outstretched little feet. Lana cried out as each strike hit her feet. She could not move an inch and only her mother's gentle touch on her cheek helped her from crying even harder. She knew her mom was there watching after her even when she was being punished like never before. Her mom would never let anyone hurt her to extreme although she could barely endure some of the punishments. And if she were hurt, her mom would call for a break in punishment to wipe sweat from her little body and let her have some rest before everything resumed. Just like every time Lana felt her mom gently stroking her cheek as the cruel strap hit her outstretched little feet over and over again, making her weep and beg her daddy to stop hurting her. But her punishment continued until she received all 20 swats on each foot and only then, she was allowed to rest a little. After only a few minutes rest, actually while Lana sobbed and her parents went outside for a smoke break. Lana looked up to see her mother kneeling down and untying her wrists from where she had earlier fastened them, above and behind her head. She felt her father unfasten the weight belt securing her hips to the weight bench and felt her legs lowered as the garage door opener whirred. They lifted her up, and while her mother massaged her arms and legs as she stood wobbly on very sore feet. Watched as her father rolled one of those great big plastic party tubs you filled with ice and then added cans and bottles of drinks to keep them cool. But Lana saw this time it was full of water as some slopped over the sides as he pushed it towards her on a low wheeled platform. He stopped took the garage door opener out of his pocket and ordered. "Lana, hands up" Reluctantly Lana stands up on her painfully abused feet, and finds the hurts are slowly ebbing away. She hears the whir of the motor, looks up as the weight bar attached to the free end of the chain moves down, and touches her wrists. She watches as her father on one side and her mother on the other wrap the padded cuffs around her tiny wrists, pull them tight and secure them. Then as expected, the motor is reversed and Lana lifted up off her sore feet, transferring the source of pain to her brain from her feet to her arms and shoulders. She is surprised when she is lifted up high, her teary eyes level with her fathers. She sees his face approach and he surprises her with a full kiss on her trembling lips instead of his usual Dad to daughter peck on the cheek. "It will be for your own good" He mystifies her with. He then wraps one of those flexible padded weights around her left ankle as her mother does likewise around her right. They must be at least five pounds each, but all the dance exercise lately has vastly pumped up her leg muscles and they really are no problem. She feels herself lowered down, looks down and sees the huge tub full of water is directly below her. She braces for immersion in ice cold water, but her toes inform her it is warm. And screamed as her feet sent waves of searing pain from her feet to her brain. She screams and lifts her feet out of the liquid. "Its only salt water Lana" Her mother says as she wipes her daughters sweating face with a warm face cloth. "Mommy it hurts so bad" Lana cries out, her legs trembling as her muscles slowly allow her feet to fall back into the water. "An hours immersion in twenty percent salt water will allow hard calluses to form over the entire soul of her feet eventually" Her father informs her. "This will continue?" Lana cried out through trembling lips and tear streaked face. ‘Every day after your dance class until the calluses form right across your feet" Her father mater of factually informed her. She did not know which frightened her more. The pain her parents so seemingly callously performed on her, right here and now. Or the fact it would continue for the foreseeable future. "We have ordered your favorite dinner Kentucky Chicken, fries and gravy" Her mother said. " And I bought that Tiger Stripe ice-cream you like too" "Please, Please, Please stop" Lana pleaded. "You have forty-five minutes to go dear" Her father replied. "We will be back then" Lana saw her parents simply walk away, discussing how the backyard flower beds were coming along and even absentmindedly shut off the light as they closed the door leading to the house and left her alone with her pain. Mommy!!!! Echoed in the dark garage, but nobody was there to hear. |