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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 5
| When I came home mom had left some sandwiches for me as usual. I lied to her that I had had to stay late for a test. I was tired, my soles were sore, and tingling from the needle stings. Also aching from the hard whipping, but strangely not as much as after the stapling session. Still I felt just wonderful, and I had not felt this happy in a long time. Just thinking of Catie’s slim and firm body, and how delicious her wet pussy tasted, made me horny again. I masturbated myself to sleep again. I woke up with the same feeling of joy and satisfaction, only being in love can do this, I learnt later in life. The only thing that bothered me was that I would not have a class with Catie until Friday. In fact the whole Tuesday passed, packed with lectures, without me even getting a chance seeing her. Perhaps she did not even work on Tuesdays, I wasn’t sure. But the next day I had an over an hour free period after PE class and then lunch. I lied to my friends that I had to do an errand downtown. I slipped away and sneaked back to enter the teachers wing. I felt kind of embarrassed but I finally knocked on Catie’s door. She must have anticipated it was me, because she dragged me inside immediately. We hugged each other hard and kissed passionately for almost a minute. “How long can you stay?” She panted as we were catching our breaths. “I have an hour and a half until the next class.” I said. “OK, lunch can wait!” Catie replied and immediately hugged me again and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked on it and slipped my own tongue in her mouth. I let my right hand let go of her waist and slipped it down under her skirt. I found my way inside her panties and started massaging her clit. She was already getting wet and slippery, her breathing was becoming heavier. She then took hold around my waist, and almost lifted me up to sit on her desk. “Hmm… let me have a look at you. Directly from PE and haven’t even bothered to shower, have we?” She gave me that special look. “No, I didn’t want to waste any time.” I giggled. Catie took hold of my feet and examined my white plimsolls, that I typically wore without socks for PE class. BTW, they were quite well worn and not all that white anymore. Catie put the tops of them close to her face. “You smelly girl… I can smell your feet still inside.” She pulled one off and put her nose inside. “Mmmmm… OMG! And look at those sweaty toeprints inside, no wonder they stink!” She put her hand inside, rubbed around and then smelled her fingers. She made a face and rolled her eyes back. “I made them extra smelly for you!” I teased. “Yes, it's really disgusting. Really I should punish you for it, but I do love it so much!” Catie admitted. She pulled the other plimsoll off and put both my warm sweaty feet on her face, and just held them there for almost a minute. “Mmmm… how can they be so soft?” She asked. She started licking my soles greedily. It tickled a bit but felt just wonderful. Just about a week ago, the sheer thought of my Chemistry teacher licking my feet would have been absurd. Now it felt like the most natural thing. It didn’t take long before we were on the floor again. I dragged Catie over me, and in one go, I pulled both her panties and pantyhose down almost to her knees. She sat down over my face, in the same reverse position we had used before. I went to work immediately and pushed my tongue inside her, sliding deeply in and out of her. She made some indescribable lovely noises, soon I felt her sucking and licking between my toes. I think she almost came because she was clawing her fingernails into my soles and biting my toes. She let go of my feet and laid down over me. She pulled my panties aside and I felt her lovely tongue slide inside me. The room filled with the unmistakable sounds of girls having passionate sex. I was seconds from coming when all of a sudden it knocked on the door! “Catherine, are you coming for lunch?” It was a man's voice. We stopped eating eachother out in a fraction of a second and just lay dead silent. We sat up quietly and just looked at eachother. Catie put her finger over her mouth. It knocked again. “Just a minute!” Catie called out, and looked at me in sort of panic, but then calmed down like she was going to say something. She looked around, adjusted her clothes, then looked at me as if to do the same. She walked to the door and opened it. “Oh I’m sorry Simon, I was just giving Miss Morrison an assignment, I’ll be ready in a minute.” I knew Simon as a teacher in English literature, but I had not had any of his classes. He was a rather tall handsome man in his mid 30’s, wearing a gray suit with a vest. “Good day Miss Morrison.” He nodded, watching me a bit up and down. I made a curtsey for him, still standing with my feet bare on the carpet. Catie fetched some random papers from her desk and was about to hand them to me, but first she took a pen and wrote something. She gave me a sort of meaningful but apologetic look, then winked her right eye, and pointed to her writing as she handed me the papers. Simon had taken a few steps inside and looked curiously around like he was sensing something… “I think we are good to go then.” Catie moved towards the door. I grabbed my plimsolls and followed. “Good luck with the assignment then Miss Morrison! Hand it in to me on Friday at the latest.” Catie gave me another apologetic look. Catie and Simon walked down the corridor, I walked in the opposite direction, still barefoot. Before they disappeared around the corner I heard Simon ask: “How is your room, Catherine? There's quite a bit of a peculiar niff in there, don’t you think?” “Right you are, Simon, and damn you.” I thought to myself. The small room must have been smelling of… wet pussies… and feet… I felt really upset and disappointed. I was about to find a toilet and masturbate the frustration away, but then I read Catie's note: “Sorry Tasha! Come to me at 3 pm again, if you can!” Sure, my last lecture ended at 3 pm! I went to the toilet, but only to clean up a bit, and change back to my school uniform. I didn’t wash my feet though and I kept wearing my PE plimsolls barefooted. There were only two more lectures. I was taking my chances. Strangely, no one noticed or said anything, but it wasn’t the first time I did something unusual. After the lectures ended, I hurried over to the teachers wing again. Catie let me in. “I’m so sorry Tasha. I had forgotten I had promised to eat lunch with Simon.” She gave me a hug. I hugged her back. “But, I do think I have a way of making up for this. It’s a bit of a surprise.” Catie said with a smile and pointed downwards. I immediately nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes! I love the punishment room!” We didn’t waste any time and headed to the west wing. I almost jumped in surprise as Catie let me in the small waiting room. There was another girl sitting on a chair. She looked up at us equally surprised. I didn’t know her but I recognized her as one of the Indian girls at the College. I didn’t know her name, but I had noticed her a few times, because she was rather pretty with her big dark eyes. The girl stood up and made a curtsy for Catie, who nodded and continued into the punishment room. “Please, wait here for your turn Miss Morrison” Catie said, and gave me a wink with, like “It’s OK”. I sat down on a chair opposite to the Indian girl. She was a bit bigger and more curvy than me. She just eyed me quietly, probably noticing my plimsolls with no socks. “So, what did you do?” I asked politely, feeling I wanted to break the ice. “I was late again. And I had an argument with my teacher. She hit me and I hit her back, I… kicked her on her leg. I’m sure I’m going to get the cane, won't I?” She replied with her noticeable accent, looking really worried. “Oh, I see. Yes, I’m very afraid you will. I’m so sorry.” I didn’t want to frighten her further, but I nodded. “And when my parents find out, I will be punished again!” She almost started crying. “What’s your name? My name is Natasha.” “Sushmita” She sobbed. “Sushmita, I don’t think they will tell your parents, and it will be over quickly. I got caned once before.” I comforted her. Sushmita continued to sob quietly, but nodded. The door opened. “Miss Morrison, can you please come in.” It was Catie. She led me in and closed the door behind me. A man and a woman were sitting in the chairs at the fireplace. The man was in his fifties and the lady around 40. I recognised both of them, but they were not teachers I had had classes with. “This is Mr. Williams and Mrs. Thompson.” I made a curtsy towards them. They greeted me. “Miss Morrison, right? Catherine has informed me that you might assist with the punishment of another girl. We would be most thankful if you please would?” Mr. Williams asked. “Oh I see… sure, but of course, Sir.” I managed, again taken a bit by surprise. “Excellent. Catherine has told me she has practiced some new methods I believe are particularly suitable for punishing girls. Well, I understand you are a bit familiar with it already? Myself and Mrs. Thompson are very curious about a demonstration.” “I believe you are thinking of foot punishment then, Sir?” I asked. “Yes, exactly Miss Morrison. By the way, I’m assisting Mr. Williams here who is responsible for behavioral corrections here at the school, and maintaining this room in order. We are indeed very interested in this new type of correction.” Mrs. Thompson said. “I understand. Well Mrs. Thompson, it’s very painful and effective.” I said. “That will be perfectly what’s needed. This girl in question, Miss Kumari, has committed a rather serious offense, striking at a teacher, in fact kicking Mrs. Robertson on her leg, so a severe punishment is indeed required.” Mr. Williams explained. “And foot punishment therefore seems most appropriate” Mrs. Thompson added. “Miss Morrison, I’d like you to help me secure the girl's feet during her punishment.” Catie showed me a wooden rod with a loop of rope attached. Catie explained how the loop was to be secured around the ankles by twisting it around the rod. “Catherine, if I understood you correctly, in the Middle East the offender was normally lying on the back, whilst in India, it was more common to be lying on the stomach?” Mr. Williams asked. “Yes, precisely, something like that. I think it’s rather appropriate that we use the variant from India, don’t you agree? “Indeed it would, given the girls' lineage.” Mr. Williams and Mrs. Thompson both nodded. “If you would be so kind as to excuse me, we can use these arm chairs.” Mr. Williams and Mrs. Thompson rose to their feet, and helped Catie move the backs of two Chesterfields together in front of the fireplace. “That will work nicely. Miss Morrison, could you be so kind and bring Miss Kumari here?” I nodded and walked towards the door. Sushmita looked up at me, still sobbing, as I entered. I felt really sorry for her, but at the same time I couldn’t help but to feel a certain excitement, even though it wasn’t me going to be punished. “Sushmita, I’m afraid it’s time…” She stood up and wiped her eyes. I wasn’t sure I was going to tell her but the butterflies in my tummy seemed to urge me to… “I’m sorry I might have some bad news. They are going to punish you on your feet.” Sushmita’s face twisted in distress. “The feet!!?! Is it because I’m from India? That awful punishment is used in my country. Mom told me about it. Only lousy low caste offenders are punished like that. I’m not a dirty thief!” She started crying again. I put my arms around her shoulders and comforted her as best as I could. I took her hand in mine, and led her out. “Miss Sushmita Kumari, you have committed a serious offense striking a teacher while being reprimanded. This will not be tolerated. You shall now receive an appropriately severe punishment. It will be applied on the soles of your feet. We have decided that you shall first receive the tawse. The final part will be delivered with the cane. Have you understood?” I was a bit astonished by how cold and harsh Catie sounded. She pointed to implements she had placed on another chair. Several straps and canes. “Yes… Miss Landers.” Sushmita sobbed looking rather confused. She must have felt so humiliated. “Please, lie down here on your stomach.” I helped Sushmita to get in position and lifted her lower legs up towards her behind. I placed the rope around her ankles and turned the rod as Catie had instructed. I felt how the rod was pushed into the Achilles tendons on the back of her ankles forcing her feet together, and making her powerless to move them, such that I could easily hold them in position. “Now, please remove her shoes, Miss Morrison.” I took off her black leather loafers. Sushmita had notably bigger feet than me, wider in particular. Fortunately for her, her white knee socks were rather clean, albeit possibly a bit moist. “Shall I remove her socks as well, Miss?” I asked. “No, the socks stay on to begin with.” Catie shook her head. She positioned herself behind Sushmita. I had to sit across her back so as to not get in the way. I pushed her feet down a bit to angle more horizontally, to make a better target for the tawse. Indeed her feet were a bit moist. I enjoyed stroking her soft wide sock clad soles, like to prepare her for where she would soon be punished. Catie aimed the tawse on Sushmita’s left sole. It wasn’t the heaviest strap, but a medium one. I tensed the grip around Sushmita’s ankles as I felt the excitement building up in my stomach… “Sshhhhh smack!” “Aaaooohhh!” Despite the sock dampening the sound a bit, it was still a sharp sound as the tawse landed. I felt Sushmita’s body jerk under me, seemingly more of surprise of the sound than actual pain. The sound took even me by surprise. “Sshhhhh smack!” On the right sole. Sushmita managed to be silent. “Sshhhhh smack!” “Sshhhhh smack!” “Sshhhhh smack!” “Sshhhhh smack!” “Sshhhhh smack!” Catie started up a pace alternating between the left and right sole. Sushmita remained relatively silent, only grunting or whining softly, moving a bit with the blows. They weren't all that hard, and her reactions were probably more due to the frightening effect of the sound. I felt really excited being so close to where blows landed, right in front of my face, and I felt really good by how Sushmita’s back moved and was rubbing against my crotch... It went on for such a good while, I lost count. Catie gradually increased the force of the blows and Sushmita started to make a sound for each one. “So, where are we?” Catie paused for a while. “I have counted to… I think about 40 now” Mr. Williams said. “Let’s make it an even 50.” Catie landed 10 more, considerably harder and Sushmita cried out for each and one of them, twitching around under me. “Time for the bare soles.” Catie said and paused. “Very appropriate! I suppose this will increase the severity to a more expedient level?” Mrs. Thompson asked. “Yes exactly, I intend mainly the first part as preparing the girl for the actual punishment.” Catie explained. I felt Sushmita reacting, emitting a muffled gasp, but she otherwise remained silent. I looked at Catie as if I should pull off Sushmita’s socks, but Catie handed me the scissors. “Please, cut her socks open, Miss Morrison.” I pushed the scissors through the fabric and cut Sushmita’s left sock sole from the heel to the toes. I felt a protesting reaction from underneath me. Probably she didn’t like this one bit at all, as she probably wasn’t looking forward to explaining her ruined socks to her mom. I cut the right sock as well, before parting the cut socks, fully exposing Sushmita’s soles. She had beautiful feet, her soles were very pink, now in fact more red, no doubt because of the recent treatment with the tawse. It made such a nice contrast to her otherwise dark skin complexion. I may not like feet as much as Catie, but I couldn’t resist an urge to touch them. Her thick soles were very warm, quite sweaty, also very soft, and nicely wrinkled. “Now, tie her toes together, please.” Catie handed me a cord of thick black shoestring. I winded it several times around both of Sushmita's big toes, before securing it with a nice rosette. I guess Sushmita was kind of aware of having nice feet, because I noticed her toenails were painted a beautiful dark red. Again I adjusted the angle of her feet, turned the rod firmly to secure her ankles. I gave Catie a quick smile, presenting Sushmita’s bare upturned soles for her. Catie smiled back approvingly. She was looking straight down into Sushmita’s soles, and I was sure she just loved the sight. I noticed how something in her eyes shifted, a more cold and sadistic look, as she aimed the tawse on Sushmita's left sole. “Woooshh! SMACK!” “Aaaiiihhh!” Catie let the tawse down fast and much harder than before. The sound was almost ear deafening. Poor Sushmita cried out loud and jerked below me. “Woooshh WACK!” “Aooohhh! Aaaiiiih!” The next blow didn’t wait to land on the right sole. “Woooshh SMACK!” “Aaaaahhhh!!!” “Woooshh SMACK!” Aoohhh! Aoooohhh!” “Woooshh WACK!” Aoohhh!” “Woooshh WACK!” “Aaaiiihhh!” “Aaahhhh!!!” “Aaaaahhhh!!!” Catie immediately picked up a fast pace, faster than Sushmita had any chance to recover from the next blow to the other. Her body was rocking hard against my thighs and crotch. She was kicking her feet against the rod and rope, trying in vain to escape the painful smacks hitting her soles, time after time. I had to use my strength to keep her in place. Catie hit every accessible spot on Sushmita’s agonized soles, her helpless cries getting louder and more urgent. I let go of the rod and grabbed hold around Sushmita’s ankles directly. I felt more connected to her that way, my hands only centimeters away from where the tawse was smacking hard into her soft sensitive soles. It was as if I could feel her pain directly myself. It made me more and more excited.If possible, I would have liked to switch places with her. I had to concentrate on not losing my balance, as she was bucking underneath me. It was almost like some absurd fun park animal ride, it reminded me of those American rodeo bull rides, I had only seen on the telly. I had already wet through my panties, and I realized I would probably cum if this went on. WHACK!” AOOHHHH!” WHACK!” AAAHHH!” WHACK!” AOOHHHH!” … … WHACK!” AAAAAAHH!” WHACK!” AOOHHHH!” WHACK!” AOOHHH!” WHACK!” AOOHHHH!” AOOOHHHH!” AOOOHHHH!” AOOOOOOOOHHHH!” Poor Sushmita kept screaming long after Catie had actually stopped. She was in tears now, crying audibly. Again, in spite of how excited I was, I felt so sorry for her, I tried to comfort her by stroking her back and behind. I liked how her firm behind felt through her crimped school uniform skirt, and somehow she seemed to appreciate it. I went on to very gently massage her left sole, while I held the soft top of her foot with my other hand. She seemed to appreciate this too, as her crying went over into a soft sobbing. Possibly she might have thought it was over. “Miss Kumari, it’s time for your final caning.” Catie again brought out that cold hard voice. She had fetched the long dark brown cane, and presented it in front of Sushmita’s face. “Please, Miss Landers! Not the cane please! I’m so sorry! I will never hit anyone again! Please!” Sushmita cried out and burst into tears again. “Miss Kumari, I’m afraid the cane is required to deliver the final message home on your soles, and to give the desired lasting after effect.” Catie said and turned to Mr. Williams and Mrs. Thompson. “Yes, the decision of the disciplinary board is clear. Caning is required as explained.” Mr. Williams replied. Mrs. Thompson nodded in agreement. |
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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