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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 4
| “Okay Tasha, not that I think anyone will see us, but I would like you to put them on again, please” Catie smiled and handed me my dirty socks. They were dry now and even a bit crusty at the toe ends, and I could sense that they still smelled as I pulled them on my feet. I then put my loafers back on. We left the room and walked down the corridor. “I got an idea. We’ll need a few things here first.” Catie unlocked the door to the Biology lab and let us in. She led me to a cupboard. “Hold this for me, please.” She handed me a tray and then placed a couple of white paper boxes on it. The text on the first box sent a wave of excitement through my body: “Disposable hypodermic injection needles. 22 Gauge. 50 pcs”. Then a couple of syringes, beautifully made from glass, a flask containing some fluid, scissors, examination gloves among a few other things. “You’re alright carrying all that, Tasha?” She asked. I nodded and gave her a smile. Catie grabbed a lab coat on the way out, and we walked down the corridor towards the west wing again. I remembered the beautiful dark wooden panels as we entered the familiar area. It filled me with pleasant and exciting memories as we entered the room. “When are you expected back home, Tasha?” Catie asked. “Oh… I’ll just say I got detention. By the way, it’s true isn’t it?” I smiled. “Ha ha yes. I’ll tell my fiance I had to work late, because of some student making trouble.” Catie looked at me and laughed. She went over to the fireplace, put a few logs in, and started to light up the fire. “Let’s make things a bit more cozy here… Pain and punishments should be enjoyed with pleasure, don’t you think Tasha?” “Yes mistress Catie, I prefer to suffer mine with style!” I giggled. Catie gave me a quick kiss, and then moved one of the boxy leather arm chairs (a Chesterfield I learned later) in front of the fireplace. She placed a white cloth over one of the armrests. “Let’s start then with examining this foot hygiene problem of yours, shall we? Take place here please!” I kneeled in the chair as I had done previously, placed my feet on the cloth, but I kept my loafers on. “Hmmm… What are we dealing with here, let’s see…Goodness! Dirty girl, aren’t you?” Catie exclaimed out after she had pulled off my loafers, and was examining my dirty socks. I peeked back at her over my shoulder and smiled apologetically. Catie put her nose in my loafers and made a face. “Smelly girl you are as well. I can smell your socks from here… I think a few injections may treat that!” Catie said with a smirk on her face, and pulled on the lab coat. She pulled on a pair of examination gloves and picked up the pair of scissors from the tray with the medical supplies. She examined my upturned dirty sock soles for a while more, then I felt something on my left heel, and heard the sound as the cold scissors cut the sock fabric. “Let’s start here…” I felt a little more cold as Catie disinfected my heel, dabbing it with the fluid from the flask. I waited with anticipation, looking into the flames dancing beautifully in the fire, now crackling in the fireplace. I felt the sharp tip of a needle being placed on my heel pad, as Catie seemed to be looking for a spot… “This will sting a bit, hold your feet still please!” The needle started to push right in the middle of my heel pad, the point started to sting… The pain kept increasing, I let out a little squeak, but then it eased off as the needle sank in. It was an exciting feeling. Not as sharp and painful as the staples, but a slower more gentle pain. I liked it! “May I please have another one, mistress?” I looked pleadingly back at Catie. “I think we need a thicker needle this time…” She was smiling and making another syringe ready. I took a firm hold around the leather armrest, cooing a little in anticipation. Catie steadied her hand on my otherwise still sock clad foot, now targeting the sensitive spot where the heel pad meets the middle of the foot, I felt the sharp point pressing… “Iiiiiiiihhhhhhh!” I squealed as the point pierced my thick heel skin, and then slowly sank in. This one went in at an angle, but deeper into this thicker meaty part. It didn’t hurt much after it had pierced through the tough outer skin, but I could still feel how Catie pushed the needle deep into my sole. I loved the feeling and I was becoming very aroused. Catie didn’t let me wait and soon had another needle ready. This one she pushed in higher up on my heel. I think it went almost straight in, and was a bit more painful. Catie was supporting the syringes with her hand, but now slowly let go of them. I could feel the syringes were bobbing around slowly as they “hung” in their needles deep in my heel pad. Catie did two more, on the heel, on each side of the previous three. She then pulled the needles out, slowly one by one. It wasn’t as painful as when they went in, but I could still feel it. Catie stopped any bleeding with a wad, and put a small plaster on each sting. “Let’s do a different spot now…” I felt the scissors again, as Catie started to cut open my right sock around my toes, then the cold disinfectant fluid, on the balls of my feet. “I think it will be more painful here, prepare yourself Tasha…” Catie took a firm hold around my toes, and bent them backwards. It stretched the balls of my right foot, making it feel very vulnerable... Then the needle sting, right in the middle… “Aahhhhhhii!” Same as with the staples, it was a lot more painful. Another one right after made me squeal again. “How are you doing Tasha?” Catie stroked my back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I found her lips and kissed her back. “I love it! Please don’t stop!” I whispered. Catie smiled and accepted my tongue playing in her mouth. She put three more needles in the ball of my left foot. Then she repeated the process on my right heel pad, and then the balls of my left foot. I enjoyed the stinging needles sinking into my soles to the fullest. My breathing was getting heavier, clawing my fingernails into the thick leather of the armrest. Catie paused and studied her work on my plastered soles for a while. I felt her fingers pinching my toes. “Hmmm… Is it time for those stinky little toes to get it? But perhaps we have a little break for something else first…” Catie walked over to the table with the punishment tools. She picked up the dark brown braided leather whip, the one we never got to try before. Yes yes I wanted it! I nodded towards Catie, looking at her pleadingly. “Very well Tasha, how many?” Catie walked back slowly, letting her black high heels audibly click on the wooden floor. I looked at the menacing but beautiful whip, as she felt it’s balance in her hands. It was like a small snake… “Thirty! Or as many as you decide please, mistress!” Catie took the scissors and cut open the remaining part of my dirty socks, such that my bare meaty soles were now completely exposed… She laid the nasty whip along my right sole, as if it was actually a live snake tasting my soles with its tongue. She made no practice stroke, but immediately let the snake bite... “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaaaaaiiiihhh!” My sole exploded with searing pain. I couldn’t hold in but had to cry out. “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaaaoooohhh!” The aching pain in my right sole had not even faded, as she landed the next on my left sole. “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaaaooooooohhh!” “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaaaaiiiihhh!” “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaaaaaaaiiiihhh!” She continued to whip me, alternating on both my soles, giving me only a few seconds between each painful lash. I screamed for each one. This was almost too painful for me. Tears started flowing down my face. I moved my hand underneath me and grabbed my pussy, starting to finger my clit feverishly. I pulled my soaked through panties aside to reach better. Catie followed my screams and moans, and seemed to know the perfect time when to land another blow. I pulled up my skirt and pouted my bottom out. I wanted her to see. Suddenly, I felt something push inside me. I gasped, but my pussy greedily welcomed it. Catie pushed two fingers deep into my sex, still with the examination gloves on. She continued to finger me demandingly. I pushed rhythmically back and forth, squeezing my tight pussy around her fingers. I was in total bliss, seconds from climaxing, when she suddenly pulled out. There was a few seconds of rest, before she pushed into me again. But this time her glove clad finger worked itself into my rectum. I had never been fingered there before. Her thumb helped work my pussy. It felt just amazing. I was moaning louder and louder. I didn’t have long before I would climax now. Then my soles erupted in pain again. Catie was whipping me across both soles, at the same time as she was fingering deep in my anus. I came violently, crying and moaning at the same time. I had not fully recovered when Catie pulled me gently down on the floor, such that I lay on my back on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. She stood over me and pulled up her skirt. She used the scissors to cut open, and then tore apart her pantyhose in her crotch, then she cut her light blue silky panties, exposing her pussy, covered only by a small tuft of black shiny hair. She slowly squatted down over me, keeping her balance in her high heeled pumps. Her beautiful dark eyes looked straight into my eyes, her face being a bit flushed. As her pube was coming closer to my face, she pulled her labia apart with her fingers. I could smell her scent as she placed her warm sex over my mouth. I took hold of Catie’s firm nylon clad thighs and started to taste her pussy. She was so wet her juices were soon all over my mouth and face. I moved up to focus on sucking her clitoris. She clearly loved it, as she was moving rhythmically, and panting in unison. She was breathing heavier, pushing her pussy harder, rubbing it on my mouth. I could feel her tensing her body as she was close, when she suddenly pulled away. I guess she didn’t want to come too soon… She rose up and turned around, kicking off her high heels. I could smell the sweaty scent of her feet right away. She moved to sit over my face again, but from the opposite direction. I grabbed hold with my hands around her sexy nyloned behind, and started licking her lovely wet pussy again. Catie took hold of my legs and lifted them up towards her. Her hands clutched around my feet, and soon I felt her mouth and wet tongue around my toes. I put my hands on her feet and started rubbing and massaging them. She obviously loved it, because I felt her toes pinch my fingers. Her nyloned soles were so moist and sweaty. I moved my hands to my nose and smelled her pungent foot scent on my fingers, now loving the smell of both her feet and her pussy. Catie worked her sex on my face more demandingly, and I alternated eating her pussy and sucking her clitoris. She started clawing her fingernails into my somewhat sore heels and soles, at the same time she was licking and sucking more greedily on my toes. Her movements became more determined, pushing and rubbing her pussy on my face. I loved the unrestrained, loud sounds she let out, as she climaxed lustily, biting into my toes and the balls of my feet. Catie let go of my feet and collapsed on the rug beside me. We just lay there for a while, smiling at eachother, looking at the fire, none of us needing to say anything. Eventually, I was the first to get up. I gave Catie a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiled. I helped Catie collect the things we had brought. We helped each other correct our hair and dresses, as much as was possible. My socks were now more some kind of leg warmers, but no one would otherwise be able to tell what we had been doing. We brought some things back to the lab, then Catie gave me a ride in her car to the bus. We lived on opposite sides, and we didn’t want to take any chances anyone would see us if she dropped me off at my home. For a teacher, Catie had quite a rather fancy car. A beautiful Jaguar, but she told me it was actually her dads, he had given to her. On the bus home, a couple of girls, a few years younger, were eyeing me curiously and whispering, possibly because they had noticed my cut up socks. I didn’t really care, and even let my still red and bruised feet pop out a bit of my loafers. I felt this slight urge to tell them, just to see the look on their faces: “Well, you know, I just had my feet flogged, and I loved it. I also sucked my teacher's pussy, how about that?” Or maybe I should let them smell my fingers, as I could still feel they smelled a bit of Catie's feet. |
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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