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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 2
| My soles were still hurting, with the raw aching pain now fading, but they were feeling so very alive at the same time. I had never felt this good in my life. I felt so fulfilled and satisfied. But I wanted more… “No miss, please go on.” “Very well then Natasha. I must say I really admire your attitude. I was thinking you should get to choose the tool for your next punishment yourself. Please go over to the table.” My feet didn’t hurt particularly as I stood on the floor, but I walked slowly because I enjoyed how my freshly caned soles felt to walk on. “How does it feel, Natasha? Does it hurt when you walk?” Cate sounded a little concerned. “Yes, a little miss, but no problem.” On the table, the collection of correctional tools, including leather straps, several different types of canes, and riding crops. The thin hard cane had felt amazing. I wanted something equally or more severe and painful. Some of the straps were quite large and looked promising. Then I saw one that looked more like a short whip. I liked the fearsome look of it, made from dark brown braided leather. Oh, I felt the business end was dense and heavy as I picked it up. I turned towards Cate. I could see that she was again examining my sweaty socks, no doubt she must have noticed the smell… “I’m so sorry, miss. I’m afraid my socks don’t smell too good.” I said as I started to walk back. “No Natasha, in fact all about your feet hygiene is quite appalling. I should punish you extra for that, don’t you think?” Cate made a little laugh, and pointed to the dark moist imprints of my toes and soles in my white socks. “Yes miss.” As I walked past the fireplace, I noticed something on the shelf above. It was another tool, made from shiny metal, with a handle. I didn’t know at the time what these were called, but it was a staple gun, the kind that craftsmen used to secure wallpaper etc. I picked it up. No doubt, it had a magazine of staples inside. The sheer thought of staples made me tingling inside with excitement again(!) I looked Cate straight in the eyes as I walked up to her, and presented the staple gun. “Please miss, staple my stinky feet.” Cate first looked a bit astonished, then gave me an approving smile. “Very appropriate, Natasha. You may please take the same position as before.” I kneeled in the chair, and glanced quickly back at Cate, giving her my cutest smile, as I presented my upturned soles. “OK then Natasha, I’m going to start with your heels.” I felt Cate’s hand take hold around my right heel to keep it in place, and the cold metal base of the stapler press against my right sole. I grabbed the leather pillows and I think I even made a tiny beep in anticipation. Excitement was building up again… I heard a small crank as the spring was tensed, then <pang!> a sharp snapping click as it released, and a sharp sting in my right heel pad. Not as painful as I had anticipated, but a good stinging pain. “Ah! ”I let out a little squeak. Cate didn’t wait for the next one, just moved the stapler a little, and… <crank…> “Ah!” She continued, and picked up the pace of injecting a staple every second or so, as she only needed to release and pull the trigger handle of the stapler. <crank…> “Ah!” <crank…> “Ah!” <crank…> “Aoh!” <crank…> “Aiih!” … She did about 10 in my right heel pad then moved to my left, and injected 10 there as well. Each sting wasn’t that painful as I mentioned, but I now felt the collective effect of the staples in my heel pads, as a stinging and aching feeling. “Now I’ll do the balls of your feet, Natasha. I think you may feel this more...” I drew my breath in, in anticipation, as I felt Cate take hold around my right toes, then the cold stapler pressing against… <crank…> “Aoooh!” She was right, it was notably more painful here. <crank…> “Aaaah!” She increased the pace even faster… <crank…> “Aih!” <crank…> “Aiiih!” <crank…> “Aoh!” <crank…> “Aiiiiih!” … After about 10 she switched to the left foot. I imagined my soles were now looking like some kind of old empty notice-board... It must have looked kind of funny. Cate didn’t stop, but continued along the middle sides of my soles up to my heels again. I was becoming so horny again. All those staples in my soles now stung, like they were burning and aching collectively. I loved the feeling. I slipped my hand inside my panties, and started fingering my clitoris. Cate continued to inject staples in every free spot on my soles, in the heels again, everywhere. I was making involuntary sounds again, or actually I didn’t care. Then she did my toes. Only one in each, apart from three in each of my big toes, but it was really painful, and I started crying. I was rubbing my clitoris frantically, and it would not be long now… Then the pain then shifted into sharp bursts and increased. I guess Cate must have started caning my soles again, on top of the staples. The pain was just amazing and I came almost immediately, crying at the same time as making a lot of noise. As I came around again, I was still on all fours with my behind sticking out. It was just that I could feel it was bare. I don’t recall lifting my skirt up, nor pulling my panties down. I looked back over my shoulder. Cate was sitting in the next chair right behind me. Had she been watching straight up in my pussy as I came? I guessed she must have. “There Natasha, you have taken your punishment very well. This will be quite enough.” She looked at me kindly, and didn’t seem the slightest bothered that she was looking straight up in my exposed bare behind. “Thank you miss.” I pulled my skirt down again, and sat down on my knees in the chair, as I wasn’t sure of standing on my feet full of staples. “Now, I didn’t quite plan this staple punishment, and I think we will have a bit of a problem getting them out. Your feet will need some disinfection and plastering too, so I think we need to go up to the lab again. I’m sorry Natasha, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to walk like this. Maybe it will help if you put your shoes back on?” “Don’t worry, miss. I think I can do it.” I put my feet on the floor and tried a bit carefully before I stood up. Wooo my soles felt so totally punished. Staples were stinging everywhere as I shifted my weight around, but they didn’t go any deeper, as they were already pushed all the way in, and perhaps because my soles are kind of thick and meaty. I tried walking slowly without too much problem. We started walking and Cate supported me. It took us a good while to get up to the lab. I even got a bit horny again walking on my stapled soles. And It felt so good having Cate’s arm around my shoulders supporting me. I held my arm around her slim waist, feeling her warm firm body. Fortunately, we didn’t meet anyone as it was rather late. Up in the lab corridor there was a medical room. Cate had me kneel on an examination bed while she pulled out each staple one by one, stopping any bleeding of the staple prick marks, and disinfected them with iodine. I quite enjoyed her working on my soles, as I had, in contrast to others, always loved any medical treatment. She finished up with plastering some still bleeding marks, and then bandaged my feet. “Alright Natasha, I guess you’d better be off getting home. I’m sorry you got such a severe punishment all taken into account, but I really like your attitude, and your idea with the staple gun was great!” “Don’t worry, miss. I really deserved it.” I put my shoes back on, barely fitting over the bandages. I stood up right in front of her, looking into her beautiful dark eyes. I think I surprised her when I pulled her against me and then kissed her quickly but deeply, because she seemed rather unprepared. “And I loved every second of it!” I whispered before I headed out through the door. “Now, where did my dirty smelly socks go, did she take them?” I wondered later on the bus home. |
Added 6 jul 2022 Stories #Pain #Spankings #Sex #Woman as bottom #Woman as top #Whipping/flogging #Needleplay #Stapling #Shoes/boots #Feet #Sweat #Medical #School uniforms
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