"High heels can be painful"
Isabelle and Sharon had, as usual, taken a walk downtown during the lunch-break. They were in a hurry back, since they had forgotten about time during their chat in Mrs. Stratton's coffee shop. Isabelle's heels clicked on the pavement. "Shit!, I have to change my shoes and stockings, also." Isabelle cursed. "Yeah, we're going to have Ms. Everson on the history. You got a detention last week." Sharon reminded. "No more detentions, thank you, it's soo booring." "Yes, and remember what happened to Lara." "Yeah, she got the cane." Isabelle said. The dress code of the St. Andrew's School permitted only shoes with heels no higher than one inch, and socks no higher than up to the knee. Detentions were fairly common, and they were very strict. Further, misdemeanours would often result in a more severe punishment, usually a couple of rattan strokes to the behind or the palms of the hands.
The Andrew's School for Girls guaranteed to "Make ladies out of girls" and the rules were distinct. Parents had to sign for that they allowed corporal discipline. Isabelle had changed to her black heels with about three inch heels, and black pantyhose stockings for the walk. "We're going to be late if you're going back to the room and change. We will be in pretty bad trouble for that also." Sharon said. "Yes, it's only four minutes left." The lecture started at one a clock. "I bet you don't dare to have those shoes and stockings again?" Sharon giggled. "Ms. Everson is always kind to me, but still she gave me a detention. I can't figure her out." "Yeah, I've noticed, she's harsh to everyone else. I think she like your stockings." Sharon teased. "I bet she does, she's strange."
"Come on now, don't be yellow. She probably won't even notice, we sit in the back. She saw you last time only because you had your presentation." "Yeah, ok, we'll be late for sure otherwise." Isabelle reconsidered. They just made it. The other girls in the class was entering the classroom and they catched up among the last. Ms. Everson was a rather attractive woman, in her thirties, with long blonde hair. As she began the lecture, Heather Collins, a not so good friend of Isabelle raised her hand, after having a glance at Isabelle. "Yes, Heather, what is it this time?" Ms. Everson was irritated to be interrupted. "Miss, why is Isabelle allowed to wear pantyhose, when we others can't." "No, Heather, she is not." Isabelle felt a wave of dread sweep over her. "But, look at her then." Heather insisted. "Stand up, Isabelle" Isabelle slowly rose to her . "Isabelle, it is not the first time, this is on the carpet. Is it?" "No miss." Isabelle swallowed hard. "You know very well, the dress code. Doesn't it apply to you?" Ms. Everson tone was still unpleasantly soft.
"Yes, but the other shoes are so ugly..." Isabelle tried but couldn't find a way out. "Come over here, to the desk, please, young lady." Oh no, this can only mean one thing, Isabelle thought. "So, you are a big girl now, and want to walk around in high heels, on tip toes? Fine, I'll make sure, you walk on tip toes!" Ms. Everson's voice was still soft but Isabelle sensed the menacing intentions. "This is an excellent opportunity to keep up the old Asian traditions of the school. Do you know how children are sometimes punished in China?" "Nn...no miss." "You will soon learn then. Take those shoes off, and put them on the desk!" Isabelle obeyed. Ms. Everson fetched something from the cupboard. It was a switch, about two long and quarter of an inch thick, made from rattan. The classroom had now, an almost electric atmosphere, and Isabelle felt the fear and embarrassment rise and tingle, inside her. This was too much, to be caned in front of the class. She could see Heather giggle quietly, while wispering to her classmate. "Sit here on the desk, please" A bit confused, Isabelle, hesitantly sat down on the desk. "Hold up your right , grasp your right ankle with your right hand." Isabelle obeyed, still confused. "There, good. I will give you six strokes on the sole of each ." Oh no!
She would be caned on the !, and twelve strokes! Normally there would only be four strokes to the palm of the hands, and only one of the hands! Isabelle felt like she was going melt by humiliation, but the tingling feeling in her stomach wasn't completely unpleasant. Ms. Everson made a false stroke in the air. The sound made Isabelle wince. Then, she took aim by pressing the cane against Isabelle's pantyhose clad sole. Isabelle clenched her teeth together, in anticipation. Ms. Everson brought her arm back. Isabelle closed her eyes. It seemed to take several minutes, but the tingling feeling in the stomach intensified...
WHAP!
I was almost a release, Isabelle gasped, but no cry escaped her lips. The cane hit her sole, over the arch, just below the ball. The pain was stinging, but it wasn't at all as bad as Isabelle had figured it would be. The tingling had her stomach and crotch in a firm grip. "Open your eyes, girl. Look at the cane!" Isabelle had forgotten for a moment, that every eye in the class was focused on her poor , and even Heather, looked scared. However, Isabelle didn't care about that now. She had never felt like this before. The feeling in her stomach, and lower... Damn it felt good!
ShhhhWHAT!
The second stroke was harder, and a little lower on her sole. It really hurt, but there was something good about the pain. Isabelle was beginning to feel a little dizzy. Ms. Everson took aim again, lower, on the pad of Isabelle's heel.
SshhhhWHAP!
An even harder stroke. It was, actually, not the first time Ms. Everson let a girl taste the rattan on the soles, but she was surprised by Isabelle's silence. The previous girls had howled and yelped, at much lighter strokes. Isabelle didn't even look very agonized, or pleading. She had expected Isabelle's tender, sexy to be much more sensitive. Ms. Everson felt the warmth and softness as she adjusted Isabelle's that had got slightly out of position. Ms. Everson delivered three strokes in rapid succession
ShhWHAP! ShhWHAP! ShhWHAP! "Aaaaaaah"
Isabelle opened her mouth and moaned. It wasn't only the pain that made her moan, but she couldn't control it. She felt unsteady. Something was building up inside her... "Left , please." Ms. Everson commanded. Isabelle heard, but was like immobilized. The tingling made her clench her legs together.
SshhhhWHACK! "Owwww!"
The hardest stroke yet! Isabelle cried out from pain for the first time. her rather squeaky voice, almost sounded funny. "Switch to your left , girl!" Isabelle jumped on the desk. "Y... yes, miss." Isabelle, shakily, held out her left .
ShhhhWHAT! "Aaaaah"
Another stroke fell. Isabelle had her mouth open and moaned, but the pain was being subdued by waves of pleasure washing over her body. Several more strokes fell, but they only felt like taps under her as she climaxed on the desk. "Aaaaah, Aaaah, Aaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaah" Isabelle moaned. Only the last stroke was beginning to sting again. Isabelle remained in position, and as she opened her eyes, she saw Ms. Everson was looking down her crotch, with a beginning of a smile on her lips. Isabelle quickly lowered her . "Well, have you learned your lesson now?" "Yes, miss." Isabelle sobbed, and wiped the tears that had formed in her eyes. "Remove those stockings, and put them at your shoes. You are to walk barefoot, until the end of the todays lectures!" Isabelle pulled off the stockings. Her soles ached a bit and had also a little numb, tingly feeling, but they didn't hurt particularly bad as she stepped down on the floor. She put the stockings in her shoes. "Back to your seat now, girl" Ms. Everson stroked her back gently, almost lovingly. Isabelle, confused, walked back to her seat. Damn! she had an orgasm, maybe the best she ever had. Isabelle felt a coolness from her wetted panties. She avoided Heathers gloating eyes as she walked past her. "Now, you all know what happens to who walk around in these.
I hope I don't have to see anymore of this." Ms. Everson pointed, with the cane, at Isabelle's shoes on the desk. Isabelle sat down beside Sharon, who had a concerned look on her face. The lecture continued as normal, with some increased whispering activity, however. Isabelle guessed her recently smacked was the main subject. It was very unusual with a punishment in front of the class, and punishments was something new, to everyones knowledge. Heather threw some glances in Isabelle's direction, with a smile on her face. Sharon didn't dare whispering, but wrote a note for Isabelle. "I'm really sorry, Bel. Does it still hurt bad?" Isabelle wrote back that it wasn't that bad. The lecture ended, and as they were on their way out, Ms. Everson called Isabelle back.
"Come to my office at four, please, we are to fill in the punishment book." "Yes, miss." Isabelle didn't even dare asking, if she were to get her shoes, back. Sharon and some other of the girls waited for her. They questioned her about how it felt e.t.c. and expressed their concerns for her, and how they hated the sadistic Ms. Everson. Isabelle answered she was ok. Ms. Everson closed the door and stayed for a while in the classroom. She took out Isabelle's stockings and felt the ends. Maybe they were a little moist. She put them to her nose and inhaled deeply, possibly there was a little smell also. She thought about the spot she had seen in the crotch of Isabelle's white panties. She didn't think she had seen wrong, and Isabelle had really behaved strangely. Hmmm... the little sweetheart likes a little pain.. She thought.
Ms. Everson had, as long as she could remember, liked young girls, and in particular
their soft tender . She, also, liked her own ,
and sometimes played with them. In her later teens, she had also developed a liking for
sadomasochistic play, and she lowed to have the soles of her own
treated, something she missed badly, in this very small town. However, during her two
years as headmistress, at the St. Andrew's School, she had had quite some opportunities to
discipline teenage girls. Most of the times it had been switchings on the behinds or
hands, but in a few desirable instances, she had been able to change the disciplinary
target to the soles of the . Usually, she tried to motivate
the punishment, and make it sound like it fitted the crime, like for example, running in
the corridors. Sometimes, to calm worried parents, she had used almost scientific motives
for switching the . The pads, on soles of the ,
were tough and made to walk on, and much less delicate than the palms of the hands, for
instance. Still they were very sensitive, but not as easy to bruise as the behind, she
explained.
There was also another thing. About the St Andrew's School. It was originally founded, around 1850 in China, by a British Lord. At this time, the school was for booth boys and girls, in separated detachments. 1904, the school was transferred to Britain, but only the girl section remained. In 1936 a section was started in the US. After the war the British section was closed down, because there was very few pupils. The American part lived on, however, and became famous in the fifties for it's methods of teaching, based on the old traditions. In the basement of the main building there was a lot of old records and transcripts, even from the time back in China. Ms. Everson had found this very interesting, and had spent some time, looking around down there. To her excitement, she had found old records of school punishments. The corporal punishments were, usually, canings on the behind, or "seat" as it was written in the book. What totally surprised her, was that quite often the record, stated that a certain number of strokes had been delivered on the soles. In one book she even found instructions, on how the punishments were to be performed. There was a drawing on how the soles were to be held upturned, with a rope tied around the ankles, and a rattan switch used to cane them.
The dimensions of the switch was carefully recorded. The book explained that the switchings was to preferred on pupils of muslim descent, since in the muslim society, uncovering of the behind was unthinkable of, especially for girls. Ms. Everson found it very amusing, that she had taken up an old tradition. She always, tried to pick girls she knew had nice . the reason she could know, was she was also responsible for the physical education. At the beginning of each semester, she checked the girls for warts e.t.c. She was, of course, extremely careful here, and kept secret notes about the shape and appearance of some, particularly interesting . Isabelle was no exception here. Ms. Everson, clearly, remembered her soft, fleshy soles being nicely pink in color, in contrast to Isabelle's, rather dark complexion. She remembered writing, a long entry in her notes about Isabelle's sexy, size seven . She found, Isabelle to be a very pretty girl, overall, with a nicely shaped body, cute eyes and long straight dark hair. She had seldom before punished a girl, on her soles, in front of the class, but this one, had simply been, too good to miss.
After the history they had a 20 minute break. Isabelle and Sharon went to the cafeteria room, but they were not left alone long. Heather, proud, and more than willing to tell all of the other girls, how she had made, Isabelle, to receive a whipping, not in the usual place, approached them. "So, how does the dirty slut-, feel now? Are they red, like a spanked bottom? Please, show us." She giggled. Both Isabelle and Sharon were prettier than Heather, and most of her friends, and they were also larger. Heather, thought she had an psychological advantage on Isabelle now, and could push her down. Sharon, however, just rose to her , and gave Heather a menacing look. Heather and her friends retreated. Few things, Isabelle hated more, than to be accused of being slovenly. Her father was a judge, and she had always known how to behave properly. For the following biology lecture, they had to go over to another building. The gravel walk, had probably been an unpleasant experience, for Isabelle, even if her had not been recently punished. She yelped and cursed, as Heather grabbed the opportunity, to push her in the back. Sharon pushed Heather into the bushes. Mrs Jenkins, the biology teacher, noticed Isabelle's bare legs and . "But Isabelle, where are you shoes, dear?" Isabelle was about to explain, but Heather interrupted her. "Ms. Everson punished her, on the bottoms of the , for having slovenly shoes. She's to walk barefoot the rest of the day." "Be silent, Heather. I'm sure Isabelle can explain for herself.
Dear child, that must have hurt bad. But, if Ms. Everson said so... well, she's the head- mistress." The lecture ended at four, and Isabelle had to ask if she could leave five minutes earlier, in order not to miss the appointment with Ms. Everson. She was excused, and she quickly, ran up to her and Sharons room, where she put on her usual shoes and knee stockings. She ran over to the building where Ms. Everson had her office, but was careful not to run in the corridor. She knocked on the massive wooden door. "Come in." Ms. Everson was writing on some paper on her desk. Isabelle stepped forward to the desk. "Well, Isabelle, I have made an entry, here in the punishment book." She showed Isabelle the page. There was three columns titled: name, offence and punishment, respectively. The offence column said: Wearing un-proper shoes, for the third time. In the punishment column there was written: For a memorable punishment, the girl was given six strokes on the sole of each . "You are going to sign here, but first I want to have a look at your , to see that you didn't get any welts or bruises." Isabelle became stiff with dread, She had put on the socks directly.
Her were still dirty! Should she try to tell Ms. Everson, she never had time to wash? No, she should have remained barefoot, better to say nothing. "Take those shoes and socks off, dear." Isabelle sat down in a chair, and began to unlace her shoes. "Put your up, here on the desk, under the lamp." Isabelle obeyed. "So, we didn't bother to wash the , before we put the socks on then, did we?" Ms. Everson commented, as Isabelle's dark soles came under the light. "N.. no, there was no time, I didn't want to be late." Isabelle staggered. "Well, Isabelle, dear. Here, dirty will be punished. I find it extremely convenient that I let you taste it on the soles again. Don't you think?" Isabelle was about, to start to plead, but that strange feeling was gripping her... She was going to be punished again... "Y.. Yes, miss. It seems.. ..to be.. ..fair." "Good, that we agree, but first you shall wash your , so they are clean when I punish them." Ms. Everson removed her reading glasses. "Come with me, here." Ms. Everson stood, and walked to the door. She went to a cleaning closet in the end of the corridor. Isabelle followed. "Fill that bucket with water, hot water! And bring that scrubbing-brush, and that rag." Isabelle did as she was told. They went back to the room. "Now, wash those ." Isabelle didn't want to put her into hot water, and just held one above the bucket as she tried to scrub it. "Put your in the water, and let them soak, for a while, while I make some preparations for your punishment." Isabelle didn't dare, but to put her into the water. It was really painful to her , still cold from walking barefoot, but it wasn't unbearable. She watched as Ms. Everson fetched a white rope, about half an inch think, the kind used on sailing-boats. There was a broad entrance way, about six wide, to another room in Ms. Everson's office. This room could, possibly, have been a dining room.
Ms. Everson used a chair, to stand on, in order to put the rope on two small hooks, one in each top corner at the posts of the entrance way. There was also, some kind of cleats, at waist height on each post. Ms. Everson fastened the ends of the rope to the cleats. The rope was now hanging, between the hooks, down, to about level with the cleats, and on the middle, two loops were tied. It didn't take Isabelle much guesswork to realize, her were soon, to be in the loops. Isabelle started to wash the dirt off her soles, using the scrub. Ms. Everson brought a white fur rug, and put it under the rope. "Dry your , and take off your clothes." Ms. Everson commanded. "All of them?" Isabelle asked, surprised. "Yes, dear. Naked. Then, come over here, and bring your socks." God! this is so embarrassing, Isabelle thought, as she undressed. The tingling started again... "Give me your socks, and lie on your back here, please." Ms. Everson pointed at the rug. The soft rug felt very comfortable against Isabelle's naked skin. " up, please." Ms. Everson held out a hand for one of Isabelle's . Isabelle shivered as, Ms. Everson touched her , that was still warm, from the bath.
Ms. Everson's hands felt cool and clinical on her . Ms. Everson wrapped a sock around the ankle, and put the , through one loop in the rope. She tightened the loop around the ankle, Then the other . She, then untied one end, from the cleat, and pulled, until Isabelle's behind, lifted a bit, and then the same on the other side. Isabelle, now hung in her , with the a and a half apart, and her behind six inches above the rug. She tried to move her , but it was very difficult. Oh.. her felt so vulnerable... "Oh, I nearly forgot the implement. I fancy, we use something more painful, than the rattan cane." Ms. Everson went away, and came back with something, similar to a riding crop, which she displayed to Isabelle. Oh.. it looked so nasty. It was made of some kind of braided, red leather, and two long. There was a wrist loop, and a small brass knob at the thicker end. It seemed very flexible at the thin end. Isabelle watched the crop, wide eyed. "Isabelle, this is a Saudi Arabian "falaka". Falakas are especially made for punishing disobedient soles. Also known as "falaq". This one is from a Saudi girl-school, and it have licked the soles of many, screaming, young girls." Ms. Everson lied a bit about the falaka. I was from Saudi Arabia, but it was bought there, as a birthday present for her, by a mistress friend. She had whimpered many times, from it's licks, on her own soles. Particularly, memorable was the 50 strokes, that came with the present.
"Well, Isabelle, it's time to get started. Don't you think?" "Yes, miss." Ms. Everson liked Isabelle's rather cool attitude, in spite that she was about to receive a severely painful cropping. Other girls were usually crying and pleading for mercy, at this stage. "Dirty in itself, is not a major offence, but sticking them up under the nose of the school's head is an insult. I will give you three times, the normal six strokes, a total of 18 strokes, on each sole." Ms. Everson stroked Isabelle's warm, mashmallow-soft soles, that now had begun to sweat a bit, with her long finger nails. Isabelle wasn't ticklish, but her helpless were completely at the mercy of Ms. Everson. Oh.. it was so humiliating.. but yet it felt so.. wonderful.. Ms. Everson positioned herself, behind Isabelle's head, and lay the crop down, on Isabelle's right sole, to aim. She lifted her arm, above her head. Isabelle inhaled...
SMACK!
Isabelle had expected it to be much worse. The pain stung, but it was nicely distributed, from her toes, to her heel pad. It turned her on. She put her hands between her legs, and hoped that Ms. Everson, would believe she was just covering herself. Ms. Everson, intentionally, spared on the force. Isabelle could never take 36 hard strokes. She selected unreasonably many strokes, only to have a large amount to play around with. She continued at the same intensity, with two more strokes on the right sole, and three on the left. Then she paused, for a while. "That was a nice little warm up. Don't you think?" Ms. Everson fondled Isabelle's soles gently. "Y.. yes, miss. Thank you." Isabelle didn't know what to answer. She was feeling dizzy again. Her index finger was rubbing her clit... "Time to step it up, then, young lady!" Ms. Everson pulled her arm behind her back in a full swing, and let the falaka, down on Isabelle's right sole.
ShhhhhWACK!
Isabelle gasped, and hugged her arms. This really hurt. Another stroke fell, even harder. Isabelle was shaking her head, from side to side.
SshhhhhWHACK! "AAAAaaaaaiiiiiiiihh"
I came all at once. Isabelle couldn't hold back any longer, and emitted a loud, long cry. Tears exploded from her eyes. "Good, girl! Let it out, dear. Don't curl your toes." Ms. Everson, satisfied by breaking Isabelle's silence, continued, and delivered three strokes on the left sole at equal intensity.
ShhhhhWHACK! "AAAaaahh" ShhhhhWHACK! "AAAaoooohh" ShhhhhWHACK! "AAAaaiiihh.. AAaaooowwwwh"
Isabelle yelped for each stroke, helplessly closing and opening her small fists.
Sharon had went back to the room, after the biology, but since Isabelle wasn't there, she had decided to go and meet up with her, outside Ms. Everson's office. She was about to sit down on the bench outside, when a muffled sound, through the massive door, caught her attention. whack! "aaaaaiihhh", whack! "aaaaaooohh" Sharon had never heard such cries before, and was horrified. She felt terrible. Her best friend was being punished, and she could do nothing about it. Still, she decided to take a risk and open the door. As it opened a bit, she heard the true intensity of Isabelle's heart-rending yelps, together with the smacking sound of the crop, striking Isabelle's naked soles. Her friend lay, naked on the floor, with her suspended by rope, in an almost unreal torture scene, like from Arabian nights. Terrified, Sharon, closed the door and ran away, with tears in her eyes.
When Ms. Everson switched back to Isabelle's right , Isabelle started to whimper and plead for mercy, sobbing, between the strokes. She felt like a little girl, crying and whining, but it only turned her on, even more. It felt really good to scream, and it was close now. She found her clit again.
ShhhhhWHACK! "AAAaaaiihh.. Pleeeeease no more.. aoooowwww.. please" ShhhhhWHACK! "AAAahhhhhh.. Pleeease miss, it hurts so bad.. owww." ShhhhhWHACK! "AAAaaaaiiihh.. AAaiii.. I can't take it anymore, miss."
Ms. Everson ignored the pleas, and delivered three more blows to the left sole. Isabelle howled at the top of her lungs, as she came, in a violent, pain-ridden orgasm. "We're already halfway, girl, only 18 more to go, sweetheart." "Pleeeeease, pleeeeease, miss, noooo... pleeeeAAAOOOOOWWWW" Isabelle was cut off by another three-stroke sequence on each sole. This time, Ms. Everson, used her full force. She wanted to make sure that Isabelle felt the strokes the following day. Then, she stopped. Isabelle lay panting and sobbing, on the rug, her soles, red and throbbing, as the screaming pain slowly faded. "That will be enough, little girl." Ms. Everson loosened the rope from the cleats, and gently removed the loops, around Isabelle's ankles. "Oh, god, miss. Thank you soo much for stopping." Isabelle panted. Ms. Everson took Isabelle's in her hands, and held the soles to her face, as she kneeled. Few things, Ms. Everson, appreciated more, than the freshly punished soles of a girl. Gently, she nibbled and stroked her face on Isabelle's sweaty, sore soles. "You're a very brave little girl, Isabelle. It was quite a punishment you took, on these cute little ." Ms. Everson continued to lick the sweat off, Isabelle's slightly swollen soles, and toes. Isabelle's emotions were still upset, and confused, but she didn't mind, Ms. Everson, touching her . It felt comforting, she wouldn't punish her more.
Ms. Everson caressed her legs with her soft hair. "Come here." Ms. Everson folded Isabelle's legs apart, and pulled her up against her, putting her arms around her. "I know, now, you like to be punished. You don't have to be ashamed of that." Ms. Everson stroked Isabelle, over the hair, lovingly. Isabelle sobbed softly, and held her arms tight around Ms. Everson. Ms. Everson kissed Isabelle's cheek. Isabelle put her lips against Ms. Everson's, and soon their tongues met. They kissed deeply, for a long time. "I saw what your fingers were doing, before." Ms. Everson said as she fondled Isabelle's little breasts. "Yes.. I felt so.. excited, miss."
Isabelle had begun to loosen Ms. Everson's clothes. "Call me Catherine. Come, let's go somewhere more comfortable." Catherine helped Isabelle, to her . Isabelle wasn't all that happy to walk on her recently whipped soles, but Catherine supported her, by holding her around the waist. "How does your feel, now?" Catherine asked. "A little numb and tingly, almost, like they have fallen asleep, and sore, of course. I guess, I'll have to walk tiptoe for a while." Catherine led Isabelle into another, smaller room, where there was a bed. She removed the bedspread, and told Isabelle to lay down. She quickly undressed, and joined Isabelle on the bed. Catherine stroked Isabelle's body, with her long hair, then she began to lick her legs. She pulled Isabelle, over her, so they lay in a 69 position, Isabelle on top. Catherine, immediately, let her tongue, slip deep into Isabelle's pussy. The taste of Isabelle's two earlier orgasms, was prominent. She continued to lick around the inner pussy lips, and circled the clit. Her hands were on Isabelle's . She fondled the soles, and let her fingers slide between the toes, as she massaged, gently. Although, Isabelle had never, previously, had sex with a woman, she didn't hesitate to let her own tongue down on Catherine's clit.
She know what felt good on herself, and had no problem making Catherine moan. Isabelle gasped, as Catherine jabbed her nails, into her sore soles. "Ahh.. Yes, do that again." Isabelle panted. Catherine continued to dig her finger nails into Isabelle's tender , as well as slapping her, on her firm behind, occasionally. This drove Isabelle completely wild, and she came with a whining moan, clawing Catherine's thighs. "Lick me, while I suck on your ." Catherine seated herself across Isabelle's face, and lifted up Isabelle's legs, and slipped her tongue, in between Isabelle's sexy toes. After a while, Catherine, climaxed, with a muffled cry, biting Isabelle's . They lay for a while, under the quilt, close together like spoons, Isabelle's back against Catherine's stomach. "Can you punish me again, tomorrow?" Isabelle turned her head, and smiled. "Well, Don't you think we should wait, and see in what condition your are, first?, you little masochist." "If they are sore, you don't have to whip me so hard." "OK, but you have to come up with some kind of misdemeanour, yourself, that requires a punishment on the soles." Catherine smiled. "Can I get my high heels, back?" Isabelle giggled. "Yes, you'll get them back. I have them here in the office." Isabelle thought for a while. "If I could come up with a way, to get Heather Collins into trouble, could you punish her, hard? I just hate her, and her friends." "Mmm.. that sounds like fun. Just make sure, it's about shoes, or something similar. I'll be happy to bastinado, the little bitch on the soles." "What is bastinado?" Isabelle asked. "It's what you just have received on your soles. It's a Spanish word, and means to beat with a stick. It was a form of torture, used during the inquisition, repeated stick-blows to the soles." Catherine explained. "You could sit here, in the bedroom, and watch. But, it will be the rattan switch, I can't beat the poor girl's soles, with a stick." "Oh, yes. I would love to see Heather, get the cane, on the soles. Can Sharon come, also?" "Ehh.. We'll see about that. You wouldn't be telling anybody about this, I hope?"
"A () correction assistant"
Isabelle got up from the bed and moaned as she put her sore on the floor. "It was a severe cropping I gave you, but I wanted you to know how it feels to walk on punished soles." Ms. Everson said as she was dressing herself. "I think I know that now. ooww.. " Isabelle took a few slow steps, and decided that it was less painful to walk on tip toes. Her soles felt warm and slightly swollen. The pads of her heels were very sore from the snap of the crop. Still, it felt kind of good as a reminder of her intense pleasures earlier. Ms. Everson helped Isabelle get her clothes. "Come here tomorrow, after dinner. I'll think of something to help you getting Heather into trouble." "Yes, that would be great. Thank you Miss, I mean Catherine." Isabelle gave Ms. Everson a hug and a kiss, before she left the office, walking slowly on her hurting soles. Isabelle went back to the room. The clock was half past five and Sharon was probably on the afternoon lecture. She decided to rest a little before dinner at six. She took off her shoes and lay down on her bed. She actually fell asleep for a while, until Sharon came back. Isabelle woke up by something touching the soles of her, -hypersensitive-, bare . (She had never bothered to put her socks on.) Isabelle was lying on her stomach an turned her head to look at Sharon. Sharon was staring at her . Isabelle's soles were still very red and crop-marked. "She whipped you under the again. Didn't she?" Sharon asked. Isabelle was a bit surprised and didn't know what to answer. "Oh, poor Bel. I'm so sorry." Sharon stroked her back gently. "I went to the office to meet you... The door was open and I peeked inside... It was so awful... You were naked and she whipped your tied ... you were screaming... I ran away..." Sharon was almost crying. Isabelle put her arms around Sharon. "Yes, she blistered my pretty bad. It hurt like hell, but I'm OK now." Isabelle calmed her. "But why? She punished you in the classroom?" "She wanted to have a look at my , but my were still dirty from walking barefoot all day. First, she forced me to wash my , then I should get whipped 18 times under each , because my had been dirty. It's the worst kind of pain I've ever felt. It just got worse and worse with each stroke." "Can you walk on your poor ?" Sharon asked. "Yes, It hurts a bit but I can walk." Isabelle decided not to tell Sharon that she had actually enjoyed the punishment, and definitely NOT telling her about having sex with Ms. Everson. Now afterwards it felt kind of absurd and unreal, but her tender soles reminded her it was very real indeed. "Shall we go and have dinner?" Isabelle suggested.
That evening Ms. Everson made a distant phone call. "Miss Kovak's residence." A girl with a slight accent answered. "Good evening Maki, it is Catherine." "Oh, Mistress Everson, good evening. How are you, Mistress?" "I'm fine Maki, how are you?" "I'm also fine Mistress. you want to talk to Mistress Kovak?" "Yes, please, Maki. Is she at home?" "Yes, I go get her for you." Ms. Everson heard Maki walk away. "Good evening Catherine, are things well?" "Oh, very well, Mistress, better that you can imagine." "Really. What can be the cause of this delight?" "I have a girl, Isabelle, in one of my classes. She's a little disobedient, but in her own self-assured way. She have annoyed me by wearing high heels and black nylons a couple of times. Today I decided to teach her a little lesson, so I gave her six licks on each of her nyloned soles. Right in front of the class!" "Lovely! Did she squeal?" "She yelped a little, Mistress, but mostly from pleasure! She enjoyed it enough to wet her panties!" "Wonderful little lady. Is she cute?" "Yes, Mistress, very, and she has delicious . Sexy size seven, luscious toes and fleshy, soft soles." "How charming. I really have to meet her sometime." "Yes, Mistress, you have to." "There is more, Mistress. That afternoon I gave her an even harder cropping on bare soles. I had told her to go barefoot the rest of the day, as part of the punishment, and she had dirty when she came to my office. I tied her and gave her about 20 hard strokes on the soles, with that horribly painful Arabian whip you gave me.
She made a lot of lovely noise and climaxed, screaming loudly, rubbing her clit!" "Very good Catherine. A well deserved punishment, but you should train her not to have orgasms unless permitted to." "Yes, I know, Mistress. But it was the first time. I comforted her afterwards. She was so sweet." "Have you thought of putting her through the initiation?" "Yes, Mistress, that's why I called you. I haven't asked her yet, but I'm sure she will accept." "Good. Of course you will be responsible for her training. How will you train her?" "Thank you Mistress. As usual, I suppose. Discipline twice weekly. A lot of "bare sole"-training. She will also assist me during punishments of other girls, so she'll get a lot of discipline practice, both giving and receiving" "Sounds very good Catherine. I thrust you completely. Proceed with her training. We decide later when it's time for her initiation test." Their conversation drifted over into other matters.
Isabelle lay awake long before she fell asleep that night. A slight tingling and heat, in the soles of her was a constant reminder of her painful visit in Ms. Everson's office. She had punished her so hard, but yet it had felt so wonderful at the same time, and Ms. Everson was so nice to her afterwards. It felt both exciting and frightening to be close to Ms. Everson.
The following day passed and Isabelle walked up to Ms. Everson's office. Isabelle had already butterflies in her stomach and she waited a while before she knocked on the door. Ms. Everson opened the door. "Oh, Good afternoon Isabelle. Please come in." Ms. Everson closed the door after Isabelle had entered. "How are you? How does your little pedals feel today?" Ms. Everson showed Isabelle to sit down. "A bit sore, still. It was worse when I put my on the floor this morning." "Poor little girl, but that was part of the punishment. Let me have a look at your again." Isabelle removed her shoes and socks. Ms. Everson took her in her lap and started to massage the soles gently. The reddening was gone, but there was slight bruises on booth soles. Ms. Everson worked her way over Isabelle's soles and toes. "Ahh, my heels are really sore." Isabelle complained as Ms. Everson put some pressure on the pads of Isabelle's heels, with her thumbs. "Yes, I like to punish girls on the soles of the heels. Nice, tough little whipping cushions to land the tip of a crop on. Looks almost like a small bottom, if you hold the together. Your soles have been properly punished, I can tell. You should rest your one or two days." Ms. Everson stroked the tops of Isabelle's and up her calves. "Isabelle, would you like to be my assistant Mistress?" Ms. Everson asked after a while. "Well, what does it mean and what do I have to do?" "You would be my assistant, and help me discipline disobedient girls here. There is some training I will be put you through." Ms. Everson stroked with her fingernails over Isabelle's smooth arches. "What is the training?" "First, you will learn how the punishments feels and works. You will be disciplined several times, in different ways, but you will also practice to punish other girls yourself." "Hmmm... that sounds like fun." Isabelle said with a smile on her lips. "When I decide you have been properly trained, there will be a final test." "What is the test?" "It is part of the test that you do not know. Why don't we start the training right now?" "Sure, I don't have any homework of importance to do.
Sharon might wonder where I am, but I'll make something up." "Good. I have a little present for you here." Ms. Everson opened a drawer at the desk. Isabelle watched curiously while Ms. Everson attached something on her left little toe. It was a small ornate silver ring, that snapped into place due to a tiny locking device. Isabelle had never even heard about toe rings, and examined it carefully. "You have earned this ring, and I think you can figure out why, yourself. You shall wear it at all times, and you can take it off only if you really have to." "No problem. I thinks it's beautiful. Thank you, Catherine." "Good, you will get more of those. It was Wednesday yesterday. You got a sound whipping under your . Wednesday afternoons will be the times for discipline training on the soles of your . Today your little pedals have to rest. I do spank girls on the behind sometimes, although I find the corrections far superior. Maybe we should start with a little spanking on the bottom today. What do you think?" "Well, that sounds... interesting." Isabelle didn't want to pretend to eager, but she thought, O yes, please. Punish me. The nice butterflies in the stomach started immediately. "When you are being disciplined, you shall address me as Mistress Understood?" "Yes. Mistress." "Good. Come over here, please." Ms. Everson walked over to a sofa and seated herself. "Yes, Mistress." "Pull up your skirt and lay down over my lap, please" "Yes, Mistress." Isabelle obeyed. It felt wonderfully exciting to lay down over Ms. Everson's firm thighs. Even more as Ms. Everson pulled down her panties to her knees. "Mmm... you have a nice, firm little bottom." Ms. Everson fondled Isabelle's smooth girl behind, and took a firm grip around her waist. Isabelle was about to burst from anticipatory excitement.
SMACK! "Ihhhmf!"
Isabelle made a muffled squeak, as Ms. Everson's flat hand came down on her right cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Ms. Everson started up a constant rhythm of moderately hard slaps. Isabelle remained silent, but the burning in her buns was increasing. Isabelle's behind was reddening beautifully. Ms. Everson held both arms in a firm grip behind Isabelle's back, and enjoyed Isabelle's squirming. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Isabelle started to moan squeakily. "Aha, this girl bottom is starting to get warmed up?" "Owww. Yes, Mistress."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Aaaahhhhhoooooohhhhh"
Isabelle's was kicking her pretty bare , and squealing like a little girl. Ms. Everson enjoyed a good view of her cute soles once in a while. Suddenly Ms. Everson stopped. Isabelle was a bit surprised. She had expected the spanking to be far worse.
It got worse. "Please, stand up." "Yes, Mistress." Isabelle obeyed, and her hands instinctively moved back to her burning bottom. "Get your hands away from there! If I catch you rubbing that behind again, I'll give you extra strokes. And leave your underwear down. You can take them off, in fact." "Yes, Mistress." Isabelle stepped out of her panties. Ms. Everson walked over to a cupboard and fetched something. "Kneel on that chair, please." Ms. Everson pointed with a 30 inch, crook handled, cane!
"O please, Mistress. Not the cane. Not on by bare bottom." The familiar, tingling excitement hit Isabelle like a kick in the stomach. Pleading for mercy, made it even more wonderful as she had learned earlier... "O Yes, it will be the cane. I didn't warm up your bottom for nothing. Now it have achieved the perfect color for a caning. On your knees on the chair! Elbows on the desk, please." Isabelle obeyed. Ms. Everson lifted Isabelle's skirt and took a few steps back to enjoy the fantastic sight. This position put Isabelle's sexy bottom at clear display. The tan-line from the fairly recent summer was still clearly visible, due to her fairly dark complexion. Also, the soles of her cute made a very tempting sight for Ms. Everson, but she resisted the urge to touch them. She put her left hand on Isabelle's shoulder, who winced at the touch. Isabelle had thousands of butterflies tingling in her stomach, increasing towards the crescendo, and she had begun a low constant whining. "Please, be quiet." Ms. Everson lay down the cane over Isabelle's lovely cheeks. Isabelle was like primed and jumped on the chair. Isabelle felt an intense mixture of fear and excitement to the degree of illness. "Be still, or I'll have to tie you down. If you behave, you will only get six strokes. Do not have orgasm unless I tell you. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." Ms. Everson raised the cane, but gave Isabelle half a trembling minute of anticipatory horror.
Swissshhhhhhhhh CRACK!!
"OWWWWIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" The surprising stroke made Isabelle to make a loud agonized scream. She almost leaped off the chair. First she only felt a hard pressure across her buttocks, but quickly a terrible burning pain took over. It was not as horribly painful as the whipping, the previous day. It was different. This pain was more like a shock to her entire body. "If you're not still, I will give you penal strokes under your ! Is that what you want?" Ms. Everson lay the cane across Isabelle's bare soles. "NOOOO! NOT THE ! Please, Mistress, I'm so sore, please don't cane my again. I promise to be still." Although it is hard to compare two whippings, especially when one is in progress, Isabelle vividly remembered the screaming pain of the final strokes under her . "Very well them." Ms. Everson took a better grip of Isabelle's shoulder, and let the cane down a second time. This time Isabelle managed to be silent and only arched her head back. Two red stripes beautifully crossed Isabelle's tan-lines. "I forgot to tell you, to have your mouth open before you receive a stroke. It's a little rule I have, that makes it more difficult for a girl to hold in any noise she might make." The third stroke fell, and Isabelle gasped in response. Her bottom was burning now, like she was sitting on a stove, but it was still a very stimulating feeling. Ms. Everson now lay the cane lower on Isabelle bottom, where the buttocks meets the thighs, right across Isabelle's pussy. Ms. Everson pushed on Isabelle's lower back, to get her to stick out her bottom more, until Isabelle's labia was touching the cane, and in level with the buttocks.
Swissshhhhh SMACK!
"AAAOWWIIIEEEEEEE!!" Although the buttocks/thighs took most of the sting, it burned good in Isabelle's pussy lips. "Mmmm. Pussy-strokes tend to be painful, indeed. I'll give you another one." Something caught Ms. Everson's attention. A few small drops of fluid were present in Isabelle's pussy-hair. Isabelle's pussy juices had splattered by the impact of the cane. With her index finger, Ms. Everson verified that the little teenage vagina was excessively lubricated. Isabelle rubbed her clit against the probing finger. "You like this you little pain slut. What happens to your little , if you come?" Isabelle quickly pulled away from the teasing finger. It wouldn't had taken much more for her to climax, but she didn't dare another whipping, her was still very sore. Ms. Everson put her back into position and delivered another stroke across her pussy lips, that made her whimper. Ms. Everson gently loosened Isabelle hands from the crossbar and guided them to her bottom. She made Isabelle spread her buttocks slightly. Isabelle was just throwing a puzzled glance across her shoulder when the cane came down, right in the crack of her ass! across her little anus.
Sssshhhhh WHAPP!
"AAAOOOWWWWWW!!! THAT'S NOT FAIR... AAAOOOHHH!!" Isabelle complained loudly. she was up, jumping on the floor, and tried to rub her ass crack with her fingers. "O No, it's very fair... You behaved pretty well. You will only get one extra. Kneel and prepare yourself again. This will be the final stroke." Several seconds passed...
Swissshhhhhhhhh WHACKK!!!!
"AAAOOOOWWWIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" There was a short delay, before Isabelle's loud reaction. She collapsed on the chair, with her fingers in her crack, nearly penetrating her anus, in an attempt to reduce the burning. It felt like someone had put a glowing iron rod in her little slit. "Well, not so bad. Was this your first caning?" Ms. Everson was pulling down her own underwear. "Yes, Mistress. I think so. You caned me under the yesterday." "I would call that a cropping, a barefoot cropping, but the difference is not that important. What do you think?" Ms. Everson gently moved Isabelle back into the kneeling position on the chair. "It was much more painful under the , but... I think I like that." "Good for you. There will be more of that. Now I shall play a different little game with your toes." Isabelle looked behind her, puzzled. Ms. Everson licked her toes, wetting them with plenty of saliva. "Now, wiggle your toes, please." Ms. Everson squatted and pressed the bottoms of Isabelle's slightly cold teenage toes against her sex.
She closed her thighs to hold the bare in place. She took a firm grip
around Isabelle's behind, and dug her face and tongue between Isabelle's wet pussy lips.
"Don't you dare come before me." Ms. Everson panted, and sucked herself onto,
Isabelle's clit. She also massaged Isabelle's pink little anus with her index finger. This
was a demanding stimuli for poor Isabelle, who wiggled her toes frantically, against Ms.
Everson's hot sex, in fear that if her failed her in the mission here,
they would pay darely to the cane later. Fortunately, the sheer sight of Isabelle's cute,
pink soles and (now striped) behind, had already made Ms. Everson very excited, and it
didn't take long before she climaxed, rubbing her crotch against Isabelle's , as
well as hugging onto Isabelle's sexy behind. When she had recovered a little, Ms. Everson
began to tongue Isabelle's pink inside again. When Isabelle was closing in to her orgasm,
she used her left hand instead, to finger Isabelle's pussy and anus. Isabelle began to
moan squeakily, and Ms. Everson took the cane again, and started to strike rhythmically,
but lightly at first, on Isabelle's striped bottom. Then progressively faster and harder
until Isabelle was screaming continuously, as she went through a long orgasm. "Oww.
Thank you Mistress." Isabelle sobbed after a while. Ms. Everson was holding her
lovingly. "Not at all. The pleasure was all mine." Isabelle went to the mirror
and examined her hind quarters. As expected, several deeply red lines crossed her cheeks,
as well as an overall reddening. "Will I get a ring?" Isabelle asked. "Only
when your are punished." Ms. Everson
answered.
They cuddled and talked a little. Ms. Everson put some cooling lotion on Isabelle's burning buns, to Isabelle's great appreciation. Before Isabelle left, Ms. Everson handed her some keys. "These are the keys to the buildings, and this key is the master-key to the lockers. I'm sure you can come up with some embarrassing little surprise in Heather's gym locker." Ms. Everson smiled. "Oh yess!, I'll think of something. I'll put Sharon on to it also." "That sounds fine. Try to come up with something related to the ."
The same evening, Isabelle showed Sharon the keys. Isabelle explained where they went. "Wow! That's great! But how did you get them?" Sharon looked puzzled. Isabelle had thought of making something up, but decided to tell Sharon the truth in the final moment. "Ms. Everson gave them to me." "What?" Sharon didn't understand a thing. "She asked me to get Heather into trouble. She wants to teach the little bitch a lesson, and she knew I would be happy to help." Isabelle explained. "OK I get it. She wants you to put something in Heather's locker?" "Yes, something like that. She wants to have a good reason to punish Heather's ." "Hmm.. She likes that, to whip the ? Well, you should know." "Yes, and it hurts like hell. I'd love to see Heather get a hard whipping, barefoot. I'm thinking about hiding her gym shoes." Isabelle suggested. "Yes, that's a good idea. When shall we do it?" Sharon asked. "We have next PE on Monday, so we have plenty of time, but I want to do it tonight. I don't think I can wait." "OK, but we must sneak out then. Are you sure we can thrust her? What if we get caught? I DON'T want to have MY whipped. Oh god, I couldn't take that." Sharon shivered at the thought. "Well, I don't think there's any risk of that happening. I think we can thrust her."
Around midnight they sneaked out to the gymnastics building. They didn't find anything of particular interest in Heather's locker, so they took her white gym shoes and hided them in Isabelle's locker. Isabelle slept on her stomach that night.
"Wednesday: barefoot session"