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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 6
| “Miss Morrison, please secure Miss Kumari’s feet together in position for her caning.” Catie instructed unemotionally and took position on the side. I realized she would be caning Sushmita across both her soles at the same time. Again, I took a firm hold directly around Sushmita’s soft ankles, and brought her soles close together. The black shoestring already held her big toes tightly together, and her wide soft soles now formed an exposed target for the cane. I felt how her legs were trembling a bit in anticipation. “Miss Kumari, keep your feet flat and your toes pointed back at all times. It’s your own fault if you’re struck on the toes. You shall receive 20 hard strokes, and you are going to count each of them. If you fail to count or stay in position, the stroke will be repeated. Do you understand?” Catie laid the cane across Sushmita’s heel pads and tapped it lightly to aim. “Yes… Miss Landers…” Sushmita replied with a low, shaky voice. Catie quickly pulled the cane back behind her back, and immediately, in a full swing, brought it down hard across Sushmita’s wide heels. “SHHHHHHIIII TWACK!!!” I could both see, hear and feel how the hard intimidating cane cut itself deep into the middle of Sushmita’s soft heel pads, just centimeters above where I held my hands. Her whole body and legs tensed up hard underneath me. I took almost 10 seconds before she let out a long loud heartbreaking cry. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHIIII!!!” “Count please.” Catie commanded coldly. “O… One… Miss.” Sushmita stuttered. Catie was already aiming the next stroke just below the balls of Sushmita’s feet. I happened to look up and noticed Mrs. Thompson. The look in her eyes was similar to Catie's cold sadistic gaze. She was sitting in another Chesterfield with her legs close together. What caught my eyes was that one of her hands was under her skirt, seemingly in her crotch, but covered by her other hand. Clearly she was enjoying this tremendously… “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!!!” The second stroke was at least as hard, Sushmita’s reaction was similar, now almost kicking her ankles out of my hands. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed straight out. Then she panicked. “AAOOOOHHH!” ”TWO… MISS…” “AAAIIIIIIHHH!” “PLEASE MISS PLEASE PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE IT! PLEASE PLEASE!!!” Catie ignored her pleading and aimed a third stroke across the middle of Sushmita’s soles. I don’t know what got into me, but just as the cane flew back up I put my hands on her soles, covering and protecting them. I looked up at Catie. She looked back at me, initially her eyes flashing with anger, but quickly changing into a smile… “Miss Landers… Sir, Mrs… with all due respect, I think she has had enough.” I was nervous, but said it as calmly as I could and looked at Catie, Mr. Williams and Mrs. Thompson, who just stared at me in astonishment. “Sir, Mrs, Miss, if you allow me… I offer to receive the rest of her punishment myself.” Mr. Williams’s and Mrs. Thompson’s chins dropped even further. Catie smiled at me in equal astonishment, but with a sense of admiration and pride to it. She then turned to look at Mr. Williams and Mrs. Thompson. “I… I think it’s against the rules, but well… in fact I don’t think there even is a rule… to my knowledge something like this has never happened before.” Mr. Williams started. “But this is such an extraordinary act of selflessness, could we make an exception?” Mrs. Thompson continued. “I agree with Mrs. Thompson, would it be possible?” Catie asked and looked at Mr. Williams. “Well, I suppose we can… Myself and Mrs. Thompson do have the right to make a decision on behalf of the disciplinary board. But I must first ask Miss Morrison… are you absolutely sure you are willing to do this?” Mr. Williams asked. “And I’m afraid there can be no alleviation of the severity, you must take all of the 18 remaining strokes of the cane.” Mrs. Thompson filled in. “Yes Mrs. Thompson, I’m prepared to take the full punishment.” I answered. “Very well then, let’s proceed accordingly.” said Mrs. Thompson. “Sushmita… I mean Miss Kumari, would you please be kind and hold my feet, as I held yours?” I was still holding my hands on Sushmita’s soft wrinkled soles, and I caressed them just very gently as I asked. Sushmita, probably taken by surprise, mumbled something affirmative. I untied the black shoestring around Sushmita’s big toes, and stepped off her back. I then helped her get to her feet. She stood up cautiously, trying to put weight on her still no doubt very sore soles, her cut up white ankle socks still around her ankles. She gave me a smile with a very thankful look with her big brown eyes. I had not really thought of much before how pretty Indian girls can be. I gave her my kindest smile back. I took her place on the backs on the Chesterfield chairs and lifted my feet up behind my back. Sushmita sat down across my back, her round firm behind felt really nice against my body. “Miss Kumari, please take off Miss Morrison’s shoes.” Catie instructed. “Oh poor Sushmita” I thought, “she escaped the caning, but instead she’s going to have to endure the stinky odor of my feet...” I was sure Catie was just loving it though, as she helped Sushmita tie the black shoestring around my big toes. Then she showed Sushmita how to secure my ankles in the wooden rod with the rope. Such a clever device, so clearly made to keep feet in position for punishment. I still made some extra effort to hold my soles as flat as possible and my toes bent slightly back. I could hear the fire crackling cozily in the fireplace, and feeling it warming slightly against my lower legs and the tops of my feet. Just lying there, watching the reflection of the flames in the cupboard glass windows, was so relaxing.The punishment room was surely my favorite place right now. But I was also getting very excited already… I felt how Catie pressed the cane across my sweaty soles, as with Sushmita she started on the heels. “Are you prepared, Miss Morrison? Don’t forget to count.” Catie’s stern cold voice… “Yes Miss Landers!” Although I was quite used to it now, the wonderful excitement in my tummy was building up. She rubbed the cane, pressing it against my heel pads. Then… “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!!!” There was a delay before the sweet aching pain set in. It was a whole lot harder than when Catie caned me the first time. I drew in air between my teeth and let out an audible gasp. I felt how Sushmita flinched, the force of the blow obviously scared her. “One, Miss!” I was fully enjoying the fading stinging pain, as Catie aimed the next one a bit higher up. “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!” Right across where the heels start. Mmmmm… the pain was simply awesome. “Two, Miss!” “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!” “Three, Miss!” “SHHHHHHIIII TWHACK!” “Aaaaiiiihh!” “Four, Miss!” I let out a small cry on purpose. I had no intention of playing tough, on the contrary, I wanted to show them how muchI suffered. “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!” “Aaaaooooohh!” “Five, Miss!” At the sixt stroke, Cate had reached the balls of my feet. She aimed a bit longer… “SHHHHHHIIII SWHACK!” “AAAOOOOHHH! AOOHHH!” The hardest yet and where I was the most sensitive! I cried out loud and as heartrendingly as I could. “Six… Miss!” Catie paused for a while, before starting aiming on my heels again. She made the next three across my heel pads, all of them harder and I screamed for each and one of them. I was very excited now because it felt so good to be able to scream out loud, to process the pain. “Very good, Miss Morrison. You are taking this so well. You are now halfway. Would you like a short break?” Catie asked. “No Miss Landers. Please go on!” I could hear Catie's high heels click on the wooden floor, and saw in the reflection in the cupboard glasses as she changed sides, to cane my soles from the opposite direction. I also noticed how Mrs. Thompson moved up closer. Apparently she wanted to see the final part up real close. “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!!!” “AAAIIIIHHH! “Ten, Miss!” Catie again continued to cane upwards towards the balls of my feet. Each stroke being a bit harder than the previous. I now realized no one was watching from the right side… I quickly brought my right arm beneath me, only supporting myself on my left elbow. I put my right hand inside my skirt, my middle finger slipped inside my soaking, frictionless pussy. I was mushing my labia around my clitoris and screamed away as the strokes fell. At seventeen Mrs. Thompson interrupted! “Hmmm… Miss Morrison is really supposed to wear socks, isn’t she?” I looked up in the reflection and could see she was examining one of my plimsolls. “I know my feet reek, but please! You just can’t stop right now! I was seconds from…” I thought out loud for myself. Catie picked up my other plimsoll and put her nose into it. I could see how much she was enjoying this, as she was looking back at me in the reflection. “Goodness me! I would like to give Miss Morrison an extra six strokes to improve her hygiene behavior?” She asked. “Yes, yes please! Catie, my tormentor goddess, I need them!” I screamed inside myself. “Yes, that would indeed be most appropriate!” Mrs. Thompson concluded. “But Miss Morrison, it’s not required that you count the final strokes.” she continued. Catie didn’t let my soles wait... “SHHHHHHIIII WHACK!” “AOOOOOOHHH!” “SHHHHHHIIII TWHACK!” “AOOOOIIIHHH!” “SHHHHHHIIII SWHACK!” “AOOHHH! AOOHHH!” … I was literally shivering from the sweet searing pain. My loud cries involuntarily changed in character… I just couldn’t care… I was rubbing my clitoris furiously, and in not too long, driven on by the deep aching pain in my soles, I pushed myself over the edge… As before my intense climax blocked out most pain, but I still felt the hard final strokes as dull thuds across my soles. I let myself drift away in the sweet aftermath of the powerful orgasm. As it faded I started feeling how sore my aching soles really were. After a while Mr. Williams spoke: “We don’t normally praise wrongdoers here, but somehow… I feel…” He initiated an applause, Mrs. Thompson and Catie joined in. As it petered out I heard Sushmita crying softly. I started to move and she stepped off my back. She looked at me all worried, as I tried my punished soles on the carpet. They were really raw and sore, but no real damage had been done. I knew this feeling all too well now. And I loved it. “I… I’d like to thank Miss Morrison on behalf of the disciplinary board for this… outstanding demonstration!” Mrs. Thompson smiled at me. I made a curtsy. “I guess your feet must be very sore now?” She asked. “Yes Mrs. Thompson, they are, but no need to worry about it.” I smiled back. “I’m going to drive Miss Morrison home. I think she deserves that more than well.” Catie said. “Very well! We are going to take Miss Kumari to apologize to Mrs. Robertson, and fill in the punishment books.” Said Mr. Williams. “See you tomorrow” Catie and I walked out. I walked barefooted on my smarting soles, carrying my sweaty plimsolls in my hand. In the parking lot I wobbled as every little stone and pebble reminded me of the recent caning. Cate supported me though. “You little rascal!” She said when she was sure no one was listening. “You just couldn’t give it all to someone else?” She smiled at me. “Nope. Pain is just too sweet.” I gave her my naughtiest smile back. “Are you tired?” She asked as we got in the car. “A little, but…” “My fiance is gone out for something in the evening. Could you possibly make up one of these excuses of coming home a bit late?” She asked while licking her lips and looking at me in a very mischievous way. |
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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