The rest of the week passed without anything particular happening. At the Monday's physical education lecture, Heather had some explaining to do. However, Ms. Everson let her off easily with a detention. Isabelle was disappointed, but Ms. Everson explained that she wanted Heather's offence to grow to a more serious form, (that would merit a corporal correction). Ms. Everson got a phone call from Mr. Craven, the School board chairman. Apparently, the board had discussed her strict correctional methods, after receiving a letter from worried parents. Mr. Craven didn't sound too worried himself, though, and wanted to come and visit. They agreed on Thursday afternoon. The Wednesday came. Isabelle hadn't seen Ms. Everson since her spanking last Thursday. She had had to turn down Ms. Everson's suggestion to visit her during the weekend, because she had planned to visit her parents that weekend. Isabelle had butterflies in her stomach long before she went up to Ms. Everson's office, that afternoon. Still, she had painted her toe-nails pretty red, and put on her black high heels barefoot, without nylons, and of course she hadn't forgot the toe ring. She couldn't help being a bit nervous and felt that her bare feet had begun to sweat a bit inside the tight shoes. She was by no means afraid of Ms. Everson any longer but there was this mixed feeling of fear that made it so nice to be in her company. "Mmm... Isabelle, you look so pretty." Ms. Everson said and let her in the office. "Thank you, Mistress. You look very pretty yourself."
Ms. Everson wore a short black tight dress and a pair of strappy, black, high heeled
platform sandels. She had her blonde hair mane let out. She looked very beautiful indeed,
and rather different from her usual school teacher appearance. "Ah, I see you have
your heels on. Good thinking, but I have bought you something even better." Ms.
Everson went to the desk and brought a pair of high heeled sandels, similar to her own.
These were also black and had fully 7 inch high heels. These had no straps but just one
broad band of clear plastic, so the tops of the feet was fully visible. The toe platform
was about three inches thick, so they weren't all that extreme to wear. "Sit on the
sofa, please." Ms. Everson took off Isabelle's heels. "Aha. Sweaty feet! Ms.
Everson immediately took hold of Isabelle's moist teenage feet and nibbled on her toes.
Isabelle had feared sweaty feet would be interpreted as an offence, and felt a little
relief. Ms. Everson stroked her nose against Isabelle soles, and inhaled deeply between
the toes. Isabelle giggled at the sensation. "Mmmm, you really have soft feet, like
mashmallows." "Thank you, Mistress." Isabelle had taken a foot-bath earlier
in the day, removing all dead skin, making her feet perfectly smooth and soft. (She
clearly remembered the dangers of dirty feet, that had caused her last foot-whipping.)
"There's not much smell. You must get your feet real smelly sometime. I love to taste
sweaty girl-feet." Ms. Everson interrupted her self, and put the sandels on
Isabelle's feet. They fit perfectly.
"These come on and off real easy. Good for naughty girls that need to get barefooted
quickly." Ms. Everson smiled. "Mmm... Very sexy with red toe-nails. Try and walk
a little." It was a little wobbly at first and they both giggled at Isabelle's
attempts, but it soon got better. In the meantime Ms. Everson brought some clothes for
Isabelle. "Put them on." It was a very short plastic type skirt. Shiny black,
and a grey silver type top. "Uh uh, no panties!" Ms. Everson warned. Isabelle
smiled and pulled off her panties. "God, you look pretty. You're a real little
'sole-playmate'." Ms. Everson took Isabelle and gave her a long kiss. "Come over
here" Ms. Everson led her to the desk. There was a lot of things on the desk. Most
were whips of different kinds, several canes, riding crops, and flat, arm long, leather
objects that Isabelle had never seen before. She had no doubts what they were intended
for, however. The red Arab whip caught Isabelle's eye. There were also several forms of
different restraint devices, like foot and hand-cuffs, for example, and some thin soft
rope. "I thought I learn you some techniques on foot discipline today. It's the far
most supreme way to punish a girl. The soles of the feet are ideally sensitive, but
naturally durable to endure hard punishment. Excellent when a more strict correction is
needed. It takes no effort at all to send a girl into tears, screaming. She will never
forget that pain. Of course, it can also be used for less severe corrections. Here we have
some implements suitable for discipline of girls feet. I have put them somewhat in order
of severity here. The most severe are only to be used for extremely hard punishments, like
this 'bastinado' punishment-rattan." Ms. Everson pointed at a four foot long, 3/4
inch thick, rattan cane.
Isabelle wished her feet would never make closer acquaintance with that one. "The
falaka, you have been in touch with already." Ms. Everson pointed at the red crop,
and smiled. "Oh my god, that one hurts so bad." Isabelle shivered at the thought
of her previous meeting with the falaka. "Yes, it sure does. These straps are less
severe implements, for more regular foot spankings. Excellent on the palms of the hands
also." Ms. Everson took one of the flat leather things, and showed it to Isabelle.
Isabelle didn't think it looked like it could have that much effect. "Shall we try a
little perhaps?" "Ye.. yes of course, Mistress." Ms. Everson brought the
white fur rug. "We shall try different discipline positions also. Both with the feet
tied and free. We shall start free. Even if she's not tied, It's very demanding for a girl
to take a foot whipping, keeping the feet in position." Ms. Everson explained.
"On your back, please." Ms. Everson commanded, pointing on the rug. Isabelle
took place on the rug. "Shall I take off the shoes?" Isabelle asked. "I
help you with that." Ms. Everson didn't need to tell Isabelle to raise her feet up in
the air, because she had automatically assumed the correct position. It felt kind of
natural to her. The now familiar feeling of excitement was building up inside her. Ms.
Everson took the chair and sat down, facing Isabelle. She took off the high sandels from
Isabelle's feet, one by one, in an almost ritual manner, and placed them on the desk.
"Take hold of your ankles, please." Ms. Everson took some time to enjoy the
sight of the pretty teenage girl, that obediently held her bare soles upturned, for
punishment. "The strap punishment is used on the most sensitive part of the
soles." Ms. Everson showed, by stroking with her finger tips in the middle of
Isabelle's arches, and the balls of her feet. She noticed that Isabelle's feet had begun
to sweat quite a bit.
CRACCK!!
"Oiih!" It was a loud smack almost like a gun shot, as Ms. Everson let the strap
down, without warning. Isabelle made a little squeak in surprise of the sound, then she
felt a moderate stinging in her left foot. Ms. Everson continued strapping, alternating
left and right sole. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "How does it feel?" Ms.
Everson asked. "It stings." Isabelle's arches was reddening. "Good."
Ms. Everson continued in a constant rhythm. After about 5-10 spanks on each sole, Isabelle
begun to feel a pain different from the sharp stingings of each smack, as a constant,
burning, pain was building up, and quickly! The pain was mainly in the arches and the
balls of the feet, but also in the bottoms of her toes. Isabelle's soles had changed color
from pink to red in no time at all. "Oooowwww It buuurrrns! MY TOOOES!"
"Mmmm Good. 10 more on each sole." Ms. Everson increased the force behind the
smacks. CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!.... "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Isabelle
cried out, even after Ms. Everson had stopped. "Noisy today, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry Mistress. It was worse than I expected." Isabelle fingered her feet
and toes. Ms. Everson pulled Isabelle gently up in her knee and held her. Isabelle strokes
some tears from her eyes. "The strap is a very good form of correction, but it's not
much effective on the heels. A good foot session should make use of every inch of the
soles. All the area that is in contact with the ground, should be properly smacked, even
the arches." Ms. Everson explained. "You can put your sandels on again."
The high heeled sandels wasn't the most comfortable foot wear at this point, Isabelle
noticed. Ms. Everson selected a short riding crop from the desk. It was black but had no
slapper at the tip. "We shall try a another position. Stand facing the desk."
"Yes, Mistress." "Take off one shoe and hold up the foot behind your back.
There good. This is almost like 'shoeing a horse'. Hold your balance." Ms. Everson
grabbed the ankle an held the bare sole upturned. "Take good hold of the desk. Are
you prepared?" "Yes, Mistress." WHAPP! Isabelle whimpered quietly. WHAPP!
WHAPP! WHAPP! WHAPP! "Aaooowwww" Isabelle's right sole stung.
Five snaps to essentially the same spot, tenderized the sole of her heel. "Change
foot. Change foot every five strokes, I'll give you a total of 30. Put the shoe back
on." Isabelle obeyed. "Lovely to see you stepping around in those shoes. Good
high heel training." The rapping of the crop continued. Isabelle whimpered more
loudly. She tried to finger herself, but it was difficult to balance. "Uhuh, leave
that pussy alone. You have not earned an orgasm yet." Ms. Everson warned. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!... "OoowwwOoowwwOoowwwOoowwwAAOOOOWWW!" The final strokes
were harder, at least Isabelle thought so. She cried out for each stroke, whimpering in
between. "That was the last. Good." Isabelle put the shoe back on and jogged
around a little, as to try to cope with the pain. "Oww oww owwww, My soles are all
red, Mistress." Isabelle looked in the mirror. The sandels covered a minimal part of
the soles, and a reddening was clearly visible even though the sandels were on. The
bottoms of her heels ached, but were also a little numb, at the same time. "Yes,
good. Now your entire soles have had a little working over. Come and lie here on the rug
again. I shall massage you a little." Ms. Everson fetched some lotion and sat down in
the chair with Isabelle's legs between hers. She put a big dollop of cold lotion in the
middle of Isabelle's foot. Isabelle giggled. Although a bit sore, it felt good for
Isabelle to have her feet massaged. "Take off my shoes and lick my toes a little,
please." Ms. Everson said suddenly. "Yes, Mistress." Isabelle wasn't sure
about licking feet, but didn't have any serious objections at this point.
As Isabelle removed one of Ms. Everson's platform heels, she noticed that Ms. Everson had
rings on all of her toes, similar to the ring she had got herself. "So many rings you
have. Have you..." Isabelle thought of the reason she had been given her ring.
"Of course. I've been caned on the soles many times. What did you think?"
"What is this?" Isabelle was about to put the toes in her mouth when she saw
something else on the sole of Ms. Everson's heel. It was some ornament pattern,
surrounding some kind of symbol. "It's the slave-mark of my Foot-Mistress, The symbol
is a Chinese sign for foot-punishment. First, the sign was burnt in with a branding iron,
then the tattoo was made, over it. The branding mark have healed, so it's not much visible
nowadays." "Oh God! That must have been painful!" Isabelle massaged with
her thumb on the mark, and felt that the heel wasn't entirely smooth. "Yes, but the
40 stroke 'bastinado' I got before it, wasn't any picnic either. The tattooing was an
experience also. It's difficult to tattoo the thick skin under the feet. It was made with
a half-inch needle, by hand" "Ooooooh my God, that must have hurt BAD!" If
there was anything that scared Isabelle, it was needles.
One time at the school nurse, they had to hold her down for a simple blood-test. "I
like needles. I would like to have it as a punishment for naughty girls. Instead of the
cane, a girl would go to the school nurse and get six injection needles in the sole of
each foot. Lovely, but I'd doubt the school board would approve of that." "Ooh
God, I couldn't take that. I hate needles! Oohhh." "Hmmm.. Don't you think
you're neglecting my toes now, Isabelle? If you don't start paying attention with your
tongue on my toes, we might have to go to the nurse office..." "No no
nooo!" Isabelle immediately started lapping on Ms. Everson's toes. Ms. Everson
giggled. Her feet was far from scentless. After wetting down her toes a bit, Isabelle got
to feel the aroma from the feet of a mature girl. "Do you like to sniff and
taste?" "Well... a little maybe." Isabelle had always thought of foot scent
as something distasteful, but that wasn't entirely true, she discovered. The popcorn like
smell at the base of the toes, turned her on a little! She lapped more greedily on the
sole. Ms. Everson had, of course, prepared for this and put on a pair of smelly nylons,
(from the laundry-basket), and worn tightly fitting pumps all day. "Mmmmm... They're
so salty." "Yes, isn't it delicious? I have another foot for you." As
Isabelle removed the other shoe and started licking, Ms. Everson put her
"washed" toes between Isabelle's legs. "Ummmmm..." Isabelle mumbled as
the wet toes worked her clit and labia. Ms. Everson took Isabelle's foot to her own sex,
and soon they were both toe- sucking as well as "toe-fucking". Isabelle went
into a licking-frenzy on the smelly bare foot, but Ms. Everson took her wiggling toes off
Isabelle's moistening pussy before she could climax. "We have a lot of things to do
today. I want to teach you to be at the non- business end of the crop, also. Don't you
think I've been a bad big girl, getting my feet so smelly?" "Well... I guess
so..." Isabelle was a little surprised that Ms. Everson would turn things around and
start playing this way.
"What should happen to naughty girls with smelly toes?" "Hmmm... Correct me
if I'm wrong, but I think you should have a good smacking on your bare feet."
"Oh yes, Mistress Isabelle. Could you, please, give me the strap 30 times on each
sole?" "Yes, Catherine, I'll make you pay for your toe-sweat. Now, it's your
turn on the rug." Isabelle stood on her feet and pointed for Ms. Everson to take
place. Isabelle stepped into her sandels again and grabbed the strap. Now, this very
beautiful woman, that Isabelle normally had a great deal of respect for, was lying in
front of her in a mildly speaking, embarrassing position, with her long beautiful legs up
in the air. Ms. Everson didn't have any underwear either, Isabelle noticed. In fact she
didn't even have any hair on her outher labia. Isabelle felt a little weird, but also
excited, being entrusted to discipline Ms. Everson. She tried the strap against her palm,
in order to judge how much force she should use on Ms. Everson's bare soles.
SMACK!
"Thank you, Mistress Isabelle. Could you, please, spank a little harder. I don't
think I will learn my lesson otherwise." Isabelle realized that the strap actually
made more noise than pain. "Don't you worry Catherine, I'll make you regret sticking
your cheesy feet in my face." Isabelle continued strapping at a steady pace,
increasing the force, until she was satisfied with the expression on Ms. Everson's face.
Soon, the wrinkled arches of her long, fully mature soles was reddening and burning.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "Are you counting your smacks, Catherine?" "No,
Mistress Isabelle, I though you did." "Sorry, Catherine, I forgot. Bad for you.
We'll have to start from the beginning." "If you say so, Mistress
Isabelle." "I think another 20 on each sole will be enough, but now you count
aloud." "Yes, Mistress." CRACK! "One" CRACK! "Two"
CRACK! "Three" CRACK! "Four"... Isabelle kept the steady rhythm. Ms.
Everson was panting, between clenched teeth, to endure the fire in her soles. CRACK!
"Aooowwww! ... Thirty-two" ... CRACK! "FORTY! AAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAHH! That hurt goood. I needed that. It have been so long since last time. Thank you soo much, Mistress Isabelle." Ms. Everson kneeled and kissed the tops of Isabelle's toes. "Oh, you're welcome. Have you learned your lesson now?" "I don't know... My arches and toes have been punished, but not my heels..." "I understand. You just told me before. I think I know what you need." Isabelle put the strap back on the desk and grabbed the riding crop instead. "Get into the 'horse-shoeing' position, please." "Eh, please, excuse me, Mistress Isabelle, but that is not so good for me. My arches are very high and the crop won't snap correctly. I'll show you a better position, to discipline girls with arched feet." "Very well, Catherine. Show me." Ms. Everson took a piece of string and a pair of leather foot-cuffs from the desk. She kneeled in the chair and put her insteps on the leather arm-rest. "Please, help me put these on, Mistress." Ms. Everson handed Isabelle the foot-cuffs. They were made of black leather and were padded on the inside for comfort. Isabelle put the cuffs in place around Ms. Everson's ankles, and tightened the straps. "Make them fit really tight. Good." Ms. Everson tried to move her feet. "Tie my big toes together." Isabelle took the piece of string and proceeded as she had been instructed. Now, Ms. Everson's both soles presented a flat, vulnerable cane target. "Now, you can whip my soles crosswise, Mistress." "Good. I'll give you twenty-five. Remenber to count!" "Yes, Mistress." Isabelle wasn't satisfied with the short crop, and changed it for the full length riding crop. Ms. Everson was about to protest, but accepted her destiny and silently cursed her stupidity of putting Isabelle in control. Isabelle measured the distance, by laying the crop across Ms. Everson's heels. Ms. Everson clenched the desk and closed her eyes. Isabelle took a full swing...
Ssssswish WACK!!
" ...One" Ms. Everson gasped and threw her head back as the crop sank into the
pads of her heels. Ms. Everson could barely keep from crying out at the following strokes.
Although Isabelle showed astonishing talent, Ms. Everson felt that she was a little uneven
in the force, but she hit accurately and hadn't missed a stroke yet. Then, for change,
Isabelle put a stroke across the balls of Ms. Everson's feet. "AAAAAIIIH!"
Isabelle realized for the first time how sensitive the balls of the feet really are, as
Ms. Everson let out a loud cry and curled her toes. Very satisfied of making Ms. Everson
scream, Isabelle continued, concentrating on the heel-soles, but occasionally spreading a
few less intense strokes, across the arches and balls. If Ms. Everson had played out
before, she now yelped and whimpered from true pain, towards the end of the 25 strokes.
She darely regretted, not telling Isabelle about safewords. She tried to alleviate her
sufferings with an orgasm, (although she had planned to save that for later), but Isabelle
slapped her clit-rubbing fingers. Isabelle had no real desire to take revenge on Ms.
Everson for the severe foot-whipping she had given her one week ago, (which certainly had
been far worse than Ms. Everson was receiving now). Still, Isabelle enjoyed the several
red stripes, appearing across Ms. Everson's wrinkled arches. It felt wonderful to be
trusted to cause such pain. The last five strokes were hard and Ms. Everson cried out for
each of them. Isabelle untied her toes and ankles. "You may stand up now,
Catherine." Isabelle placed a wet kiss on each sole. She felt that they were all warm
against her lips.
"Ooowwwww... You will be come an excellent Foot-Mistress, Isabelle. You really have
talent." Ms. Everson moaned, as she tried her burning soles on the floor.
"Aaaaahhh. You did a real good job on my soles I'll have to rest a bit." Ms.
Everson complained as she sank down into the chair. Isabelle took her feet and massaged
her soles. Ms. Everson moaned a little, but accepted the treatment. "Now Isabelle,
it's time for your final exercise of todays foot-lecture." Ms. Everson had changed
her voice back to her more dominant one. She put her shoes back on. "I have just
received some equipment, I ordered some time ago. I would like you to help me try it
out." "Sure, what is it?" Ms. Everson showed Isabelle a pair of stocks in a
corner. "Help me get this one into place." They lifted the fairly heavy wooden
board to the broad entrance way between the two rooms in Ms. Everson office. "It
should fit here." The board fit on the posts of the entrance, and there were
clamp-screws to secure it with. Isabelle watched curiously. Ms. Everson wanted to have it
at thigh height. The stocks had actually three separate pairs of padded holes, that could
be opened.
There was some padded leather devices at each hole that Isabelle couldn't understand what
they were for. They seemed to be some kind of rests for the tops of the feet. "What
do you think, Isabelle. Want to try?" "Well, not if you're planning to use that
Arab whip on my soles again..." "No, I promise, but I'll give you a good lesson
anyway. You DO want this one?" Ms. Everson put another silver toe ring on the stocks.
Isabelle watched the ring for a while. "OK, but you let me ... cum then? I only like
the pain when I'm excited." "Yes I know. I'll promise to make you have a long,
wonderful orgasm." Ms. Everson fetched the white rug. "I'll teach you something
else: If it get's too painful, say 'Yellow', and if you really want me to stop, say 'Red'.
It's called a 'safeword'." "Why didn't you tell me that earlier?"
"It's not needed usually, and besides I wanted you to feel what it's like afterwards,
when you have had your soles punished good. Sometimes, I might not let you use the
safeword, if I think you need to be severely punished." Isabelle lay down under the
stocks and put her ankles in the holes. Ms. Everson locked her feet in place. Isabelle's
ankles was fastened really tight, but the paddings made it quite comfortable. The stocks
were placed fairly low, so Isabelle had to have her knees bent towards her chest and her
feet were almost above her head. "Ah... I have something else for you. I almost
forgot." Ms. Everson had a glance at Isabelle's exposed genitalia, and went to get
something. She came back with a razor, shaving foam and a pair of scissors. "Now,
that you are in such a wonderful position I can't resist." She started to trim
Isabelle's pussy hair with the scissors.
"Ooh, you aren't taking all off, are you?" Isabelle got a little worried.
"No no. Only where it's in the way. I'll save a cute little tuft in front." Then
came the shaving foam. Ms. Everson carefully shaved Isabelle's outer labia. Finally she
dried off with a towel, and applied hair removal cream, where she hadn't reached with the
razor, around Isabelle's pink little anus, in particular. Isabelle didn't know what it was
but noticed that it burned slightly. "Oww.. That stuff burns. What is it?"
"It will remove the last of the hair. I'll let it soak while before I give you your
final 'sole-training'." Ms. Everson went to the desk and selected a long thin riding
crop. When she went back she admired Isabelle's humiliating position for a while. The
platform sandels were still on her feet, like some kind of last, protection for the
vulnerable soles. "Mmmm... You are soo pretty. Now we are going to make sure the cute
little mashmallow tootsies are strapped down real tight." Ms. Everson took off
Isabelle's platform sandels. Like many times before, Ms. Everson had noted that a girls
feet often starts to sweat, before a foot whipping. Like the feet themselves knows they
are going to be punished. Isabelle's feet were no exception, they were covered with a thin
film of moist. Ms. Everson stroked over Isabelle's soles with her finger tips.
"Getting a little nervous, are we dear?" "Yes, Mistress." Isabelle was
losing her belief that this would be any less severe that her last foot punishment. Now,
she learned what the leather things was for.
Ms. Everson put loops of a leather cord around each toe and pulled real tight. If her feet
hadn't been immobilized earlier, they were now, as each toe was like tied to the leather
pad. It was far from comfortable for the toes, but it added a lot to the feeling of the
feet being exposed and vulnerable. This was the part that turned her on the most, Isabelle
realized. The strange excitement of being exposed and helpless before an imminent
punishment. "Clever little things these. Keeps a girl from curling her toes, and
keeps the delicate little digits safe from the crop. Made just the way I wanted them. I
think this will make the good old rope pretty obsolete. How does it feel?" "My
feet are at your mercy Mistress, and my ass burns." "Oh, it's time to wipe that
off darling." Ms. Everson cleaned off the hair removal cream, and admired the result.
Isabelle was already a little moist but Ms. Everson restrained herself from fingering or
licking, the erect little clit, sticking out between Isabelle's smooth, outer pussy-lips.
"I can't believe you are so pretty!" "Thank you, Mistress." "Time
to put the final stripes under your feet, don't you think?" "Yes,
Mistress." Ms. Everson picked up the riding crop and measured her aim, so that the
tip extended a little over the balls of Isabelle's feet. She started immediately with a
hard, rapid cut on each sole.
Ssssswish WHACK! Ssssswish WHACK!
"AaaoooAAAEEEEEEEE" Isabelle's first cry had no time to fade, before the second
stroke forced the air out of her. The thin crop stung terribly in the tender arches and
balls of her feet. "What a noise." Ms. Everson commented as she took off her
right shoe. "If you can take ten from me without a sound, I'll give you another toe
ring. What do you say?" Ms. Everson stroked Isabelle on the stomach gently, with the
sole of her bare foot. "I.. I don't know..." Isabelle panted. "Give it a
try. Here, lick my toes wet." Ms. Everson put her toes in Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle
licked a bit puzzled. "Mmmmgh.. OK I try." Ms. Everson put her wetted toes on
Isabelle's pussy, and took aim again. Isabelle took a firm hold on the stocks with her
hands, and clenched her eyes and teeth. Ms. Everson's cold bare toes massaged her sex.
Ssssswish WHACK! - <OHH It hurts!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <Must be brave. I want that
ring.> Ssssswish WHACK! - <AHHH MY FEEEEEET!!!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <I can't
take it. I'm going to SCREAM!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <Rub my clit. Those toes feel
good! FASTER, PLEEEEASE!!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <Let me cum, PLEASE LET ME CUM!>
Ssssswish WHACK! - <AEEEEE it hurts so BAAAD!!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <IIIEEEE MY
SOLES ARE BUUUURNING!>
Ms. Everson enjoyed the squirming of Isabelle's tortured feet. She was surprised how much
Isabelle was able to tug them, in spite of the secure bondage.
Ssssswish WHACK! - <How many was that? I didn't count. I'm STUPID!> Ssssswish WHACK!
- <YES! Hold my clit between your toes, just like that!> Ssssswish WHACK! -
<NOOOO! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! I nearly came!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <IIIEEEE MY
POOR FEEEEEET!!! THEY MUST BE BLEEDING!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <That MUST have been
10!> Ssssswish WHACK! - <She meant 10 on EACH SOLE!! GOD I'M SOOO STUPIIID!>
Ssssswish WHACK! - <OHH I MUST SCREAM! I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER!!!> Ssssswish WHACK! -
<I'M GOING TO SCREAM! I'M GOING TO SCREAM!!> Ssssswish WHACK! -
"AAAAAAOOOOOOOIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!" Ssssswish WHACK! - "IIIIEEEEEEEEEE"
<I SCREAMED! WHY DON'T SHE STOP??!!> Ssssswish WHACK! - "AAAAAAAAAHH"
<THE WORD! THE WORD! QUICKLY!!!> ...
"YELLOW!! YELLOW!!" Ms. Everson stopped and put her palms gently on Isabelle's
hot, throbbing soles. Thin red stripes were visible in the soft smooth arches. "I'm
really sorry Mistress. I just couldn't take it." Isabelle panted. "Don't be. You
almost took twenty! You're a very brave little girl." Ms. Everson kissed Isabelle's
sweaty soles. Now, as Isabelle's feet had been sweating for quite some time, Ms. Everson
felt very faint but clearly, that she had the potential for a really deliciously smelling
foot-sweat. "Now, I think it's time to finish your bare-foot treatment." Ms.
Everson massaged the soles of Isabelle's smooth rounded heels, indicating where the final
punishment would be applied. The only part of Isabelle's soles that still wasn't all red
and throbbing with pain. Ms. Everson selected a new implement from the desk. "NOOOOO
PLEASE...." Isabelle whined when she saw what Ms. Everson was going to let down on
her tender, already sore feet. It wasn't the terrifying punishment rattan, but not far
from. It was a half inch thick, three foot long, rattan cane. "Sooner or later you
must learn what a good bastinado session feels like." Ms. Everson used the rod like a
rolling-pin, back and forth along Isabelle's soles, while she spoke. It felt good, like
massage on Isabelle's hurting soles, but Isabelle worried more about it's real use would
be on her soles. "Now, it's time for you to give your freshly shaved little pussy a
good wet climax. I won't reach you with my toes, so please use your fingers. The sooner
you come, the less punishment on your soles. Don't try to fake. I'll check you
afterwards." Ms. Everson took place beside Isabelle and measured her distance by
laying the cane across the soft pads of Isabelle's heels. Isabelle couldn't see the cane
or her feet, since the stocks were in the way, but she felt the cane press against her
heels, and quickly got some fingers on her clit and used the other hand to finger herself
with. Ms. Everson lifted the cane and took a full swing.
Whooooooshhhhh SMACK!!
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH" Isabelle cried out. Rattan is surprisingly light, but the cane
painfully sank into her heel-soles, and sent flashes of pain up her legs. Ms. Everson hit
the same spot some more, then she placed the next blows in the middle of Isabelle's soles,
and on the sensitive balls of Isabelle's feet. Isabelle howled loud, pityful, high pitched
cries at her mistreatment. She sort fainted almost, and as she became fully conscious
again her pussy exploded in a powerful, pulsing orgasm. After a while she realized that it
wasn't her own fingers that was driving her pussy, as she felt Ms. Everson's head between
her legs. "Wow." Was Isabelle's first reaction after she had recovered a little.
She looked exhausted, but she had a smile on her lips. Ms. Everson kissed her toes and
started to untie them. Isabelle surprised Ms. Everson by grabbing her behind and pulling
her down over her face. "What are you doing, crazy girl!?" Ms. Everson laughed.
She soon started to emit moans of pleasure, from the naughty little girl tongue, probing
her sex. Once again Ms. Everson had the exquisite pleasure to be tongued to climax, while
having the opportunity to lick and finger on Isabelle's colorful, punished feet.
Afterwards, they cuddled a little as usual, and Ms. Everson put some more cold lotion on
Isabelle's soles. She left out the massage, and just gently distributed the cold cream on
the swollen, punished sole-flesh. "You have behaved so astonishingly well,
Isabelle." Ms. Everson said as she put no less than three new toe-rings on Isabelle's
toes. Now, Isabelle had one ring on each little toe, and one on each index toe. She
proudly inspected her toes. "Thank you soo much, Mistress." Isabelle gave Ms.
Everson a kiss. "Tomorrow Isabelle, Heather will be sole-punished." Ms. Everson
said with a smile.
"Oh, I can hardly wait to hear her scream!" "Of course you will be my assistant." Ms. Everson explained a bit more on how they should proceed to put Heather in a trap. Isabelle left the office barefooted, carrying her heels in her hand, because she didn't want to put her swollen soles into the tight pumps. She met Mrs. Saunders in the corridor. Mrs. Saunders had seen girls leave Ms. Everson's office several times, with tears in their eyes, walking with small careful steps, often barefooted. So was also the case with this girl, except that this girl had a proud smile on her lips. In fact, Isabelle had the 'Mona_Lisa'-smile of the girl in the Lewi's commercial, the one with the song 'Spaceman', by 'Babylon Zoo'.