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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 8
| After some time we found a beautiful hilly area, with open fields and groves of trees in between. Catie took a right turn into a small dirt road, and drove a few hundred meters before she stopped under some trees. We stepped out and looked around a bit. “This is perfect! I don’t want to walk around too far in these.” Catie pointed to a nice patch of grass under the trees. First now really, I noticed she had a pair of rather eye-catching really high heeled blue pumps on her. She opened the trunk and brought out a thick nice blanket. I grabbed the surprisingly heavy picnic basket. We set up shop on the blanket. Catie had brought sausage rolls, scotch eggs, pork pie, even strawberries. Really way too much food, as well as two bottles of wine. “I’m not too hungry yet. I want to get started on your toes.” She smiled holding up the toenail polish. She poured us each a glass of wine first. I tried it while she bought out a whole foot care box from the basket. The white wine tasted delicious. Catie started fixing my toenails to a perfect condition, then she held up the bottles of nail polish she had literally stolen from the snotty shop girl. I pointed with my right big toe to a bright red one. “Aha, a slutty red it is? A perfect choice for you!” She smiled. “I like to get my toes in trouble, you know.” I smiled and giggled back, taking a bite of a sausage roll. Catie had my toenails done in no time at all. I waved my feet vigorously in the air for the paint to dry, right in front of Catie’s face. “Just look at those naughty puppies, begging to be spanked, aren’t they?” Catie tried to catch my feet playfully. “Yes, please! I think my feet do need a good smacking!” I teased. “Let me see you in those flip flops again first!” I put the flip flops back on and stood up on the blanket. I turned around a bit, stood on my tiptoes and showed Catie my feet from different angles. The light blue flip flops with the multi-colored flowers on top, was greatly complemented by my bright red toenails. I felt really hot and sexy. “Mmmm…. You are a little hussy now, aren’t you? Oh, how do you like my shoes by the way?” She put her legs forward towards me. Her pumps were really high and in a gorgeous deep, but light blue color, and contrasted beautifully against the soft skin on her insteps. She must have been sunbathing because har skin looked so “inviting”. “Catie, I just love them! I bet they must have cost a lot?” I kneeled down for a closer look. “Yes, they’re some of my favorites. They are just a little bit too tight. Would you like to take them off for me?” Catie looked at me teasingly… I sat down on my knees and lifted her feet up in my lap. I caressed the tops of her feet, her insteps felt just as soft as they looked. Catie closed her eyes. I carefully loosened her right heel. Indeed it confined her foot very tightly, and as it finally came off, with a little sound, Catie emitted a little sigh of relief. I examined the inside of her shoe. It was really quite well worn and the inside leather had a distinct, moist imprint of her heel and toes. There was not a strong odor but I immediately recognised Catie’s foot scent as soon as I put my nose inside. I pulled off her left shoe as well. Catie had painted her toenails in a color almost exactly matching her high heels(!) I lifted up both of her feet close in front of my face and examined her soles. Catie laid down on her back on the blanket to more comfortably enjoy the treatment. Her scent was a bit more perceptible, now from both feet. The tight heels had made some marks around her feet. I grew bolder and licked along the marks on her right sole, her foot sweat tasted a little salty. Her soles were slightly moist as I planted them on my face. I became more excited and started lapping her soles greedily, like a little puppy. Catie moaned with pleasure, caressing her thighs and behind. Her light blue skirt fell down and exposed her bare sexy round bottom. Clearly, she had not bothered with panties today(!) I continued to alternatingly lick and massage the firm pads of Catie’s sexy soles. She made no secret about how much she loved it, moaning and touching herself in all possible places. I nibbled and bit lightly into Catie’s heels. The part I liked best though was the balls of her feet. When she flexed her toes back they became very firm and smooth, for me to suck on, but when she pinched her toes, they crunched up with such cute wrinkles. I got really excited, also because she loved it so much. “Tasha sweetie, I want you to go to the trunk of the car.” Catie said, still holding her legs up with her arms around the back of her thighs. “Eh… sure Catie, of course!” I let go of her feet and walked over to the trunk that was still open. Inside was a large brown leather suitcase. “Open the suitcase, and pick anything you like!” Catie said. When I had finally loosened all the buckles and straps, I gasped as I opened it. Inside was literally the whole collection from the punishment room(!) One possibly new thing that caught my eye was this black golf sized rubber ball, with a leather strap and buckle. I picked it up. I examined the rest of the equipment, like the several canes, but finally picked up the dark brown braided leather whip. I also found a pair of handcuffs. I walked back to Catie. “So… you’re not even going to allow me to scream?” She asked, trying her best to look worried. “Nope, we can’t disturb the serenity of this beautiful place, can we?” I smiled as I kneeled down and cuffed Catie’s both hands under her knees. I then went on to insert the big gag ball into her mouth. But first I looked her straight into her eyes, and gave her a deep emotional kiss. The black rubber ball was so big I had to help Catie to get it past her teeth, and settle in her mouth. I secured the leather strap around her neck. I then took hold of the leather whip and stood up. Catie mumbled something into the gag. Given the pleading look in her eyes, it sounded like she asked me to be merciful. She lifted her legs up again and offered her bare soles for me, keeping them flat, close together and her toes bent slightly towards her. She looked so helpless, I wasn’t even sure if I would be able to hurt her. I laid the whip along her left sole to aim. Catie was trembling in anticipation. I pulled my arm back and let the whip down. “Shshhh wack!” It smacked audibly against her sole. Catie drew in air through her nose, but otherwise remained silent. I aimed another for her left sole. “Shshhh smack!” The tabbed end of the whip impacted resoundingly on the smooth ball of her foot. She reacted similarly. I continued, still a bit careful, as I didn’t really feel comfortable hurting her. “Shshhh wack!” “Shshhh wack!” “Shshhh wack!” … Catie remained relatively silent, but her breathing was becoming noticeable. I grew a little more confident and increased the force. “Shsshhh Wack!” “<aah!>” “Shsshhh Wack!” “<aaah!>” “Shsshhh Wack!” “<aaaah!>” “Shsshhh Wack!” “<aaaoooh!>” This broke Catie’s silence. She started whimpering through the gag for each stroke. I continued to increase the intensity, and finally she curled her toes and pulled her feet back a bit. I let her rest a bit, but she soon presented her soles to me again. I proceeded to give her about 10 smacks at a time, but I changed position to strike her soles from different directions. Actually, I could take harder blows myself, but she was still a real trooper and didn’t pull back unless she really couldn’t take it anymore. I repeated the process probably over five times, slowly increasing the force of the blows. “Shhhiii WHACK!” “<mooohh!>” “Shhhiii WHACK!” “<aooohh!>” “Shhhiii WHACK!” “<aaaooohh!>” “Shhhiii WHACK!” “<ooooohh!>” During the last ones poor Catie was drooling plentifully over the gag and screaming into it as best as she could. She finally curled up and grabbed her soles with her hands. I helped her massage her agonized soles. I noticed how soaking wet her pussy was, and jammed two fingers straight into her, without any friction. Her juices were running richly down into the crack of her sexy bottom. I held one hand on her soles massaging them, while I fucked her at a demandingly fast pace, with two fingers. I only changed one time to suck her clit for a while, to give her some variety, before I went back using three fingers to push her over the limit into a shaking climax. She came forcefully, still handcuffed and screaming into the gag. I removed the gag to let her catch her breath a bit. I also removed her handcuffs. “Oh my god Tasha, that was so great! Come here please… let me…” She panted. I pulled my panties to the side, I had soaked them thoroughly through as usual, and kneeled down over her face. I planted my pussy like I was going to let it “frenchkiss” her mouth. She went to work immediately. I was thoroughly enjoying her expert tongue, while pushing my pussy rhythmically against her mouth. My breathing was getting heavier and almost involuntarily I started to make noises. It just felt so incredibly good, I didn’t know where to put my arms, I caressed my own breasts, and let my fingers push through and mess up my hair. Then. Just by chance I heard something to my right. I quickly turned my head, and I saw her. Just for a fraction of a second, but I immediately saw it was a girl, before she disappeared behind a tree. I don't know what got into me, but I jumped up and ran after her. “Tasha! What’s the matter???” Catie shouted after me. “Someone was watching us!” I shouted back. The girl must have taken off down the hill on the other side. I soon saw her. She wore a brown:ish dress and she was running barefoot. So was I, but I was pretty good at running, and I was gaining on her. “Stop! I just want to talk to you! Don’t be afraid!” I called out when I was as close as 10 meters or so. It seemed to have the opposite effect. The girl tried to run faster, but she was now close to the bank of a small creek when she stumbled. She made a little squeak as she fell. I soon reached her. “Please don’t hurt me!” She cried. “No no I don’t want to hurt you! Are you Okay? Did you hurt yourself?” I asked. I could see she had probably scrubbed her knee a bit, but her legs looked kind of sturdy and had some bruises. “Don’t hurt me! Please please!” She pleaded, still panting from the run. “No no, I promise you! I just want to talk to you. I’m not even angry at you!” Finally, I seemed to have gained her trust a bit and she allowed me to help her up on her feet. “What’s your name? My name is Natasha.” I smiled as friendly as I possibly could as I offered her my hand. “I’m Alison.” She said and even gave me a little smile back. She looked like she was just a farm girl. It was a little hard to tell how old she might be, perhaps about 16. There was something about her, perhaps she was a little bit retarded or something, but just barely noticeable. Her brown flowered dress seemed a bit worn out. She was otherwise rather pretty with long and thick hay colored hair. Her rather big feet looked kind of tough, like she was walking barefooted a lot. “Come with me Alison. Let’s go see my… friend.” I didn’t want to say teacher, as this might have confused her even more. I held her hand and we walked up the bank again. Catie just appeared looking a bit worried. She had put her heels back on, and walked carefully not to stubble on the soft ground. “Catie, this is Alison.” I said as we continued to walk up the hill again. “Hello Alison. How are you doing? I’m sorry we must have confused you a lot?” Catie asked. “Hello Miss Catie. I don’t know… I saw your beautiful car and then I heard… I... It made me a little frightened… but it looked like you liked it, and you are so beautiful. Both of you!” She looked at Catie, then me. “Thank you Alison! Were you watching us… for a long time?” I asked. “Yes. I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t… but I didn’t want to disturb you!” Alison looked at us a bit worried. “It’s alright Alison. It’s really not your fault. You just came across us. We should apologize to you.” Catie replied. “No, I was just a little scared when she was hurting your feet. But you both liked it so much and even more after that… didn’t you?” She looked at Catie, in a way like she was about to blush. “Alison, can I ask you something? Do you like… girls?” Catie asked. “I have never been with a girl… but, when I saw you… it looked so very lovely!” She looked very honest, first looking at Catie, then me. We had now reached up the hill almost to the trees and the car. “How old are you Alison?” Catie asked. “I’ll be 20 in August.” She replied. “Alison” I said “I like you to try something, but if you don’t like it, you just tell me and we stop, Okay? Alison nodded. “Close your eyes please.” I took Alison in front of me, and held her around her arms. Alison closed her eyes. I slowly put my mouth over hers and gently parted her lips with my tongue. She gasped, but she didn’t pull back. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and let it swirl around inside. I could literally feel how her knees went weak, and she melted in my arms. We probably kissed for almost a minute. We then separated. She took two steps backwards, and just stood for a while, looking a bit puzzled, like all of it was sinking in for her… “Natasha, can we please kiss again?” She asked giggling, almost jumping in excitement. We all laughed. I embraced her in another lovely emotional kiss. “Hey you two! I’m getting a little jealous here.” Catie said jokingly. We all laughed again, and then it was Caite’s turn. She and Alison kissed for probably a minute or so. “Alison, are we keeping you up from something now?” Catie asked. “No, not at all. My uncle will expect me back home in a few hours.” “Would you like to play… a little with us?” Catie gave Alison that special look. Alison looked a little confused. “You have been a bit of a naughty girl Alison, sneaking up and spying on us, don’t you think we should spank you a little?” Catie smiled but continued to look at her in that special way. “Ahhh Okay… yes I agree, but not very hard please?” Alison looked pleadingly at Catie. “Don’t worry. Just a little. I think you will like it.” Catie smiled and walked over to the car trunk. She picked up some rope and a shorter and wider tabbed kind of whip, I had not seen before. “Tasha, could you sit here please?” Catie pointed to the picnic blanket, close to a tree. I sat down. Alison looked excited. “Alison, please lie down here in Tasha’s lap.” She lied down and I put my arms around her. “Feet up please, Alison! I’m going to tie you up a bit for this.” Catie started winding the rope several coils around both of Alison’s ankles, and finished by tying her big toes together with a piece of string. She secured the end of the rope around Alison's waist, such that her feet were kept up behind her back. I looked into Alison's soles that were really very dirty, but also looked very strong and tough. “Alison, I like to do your feet. I think you get the idea. Are you prepared?” Catie asked. Alison cooed something affirmative in excitement, and grabbed hold around my waist. Catie lifted the whip. “Woosh Klatsch!” “Iiiihhh!” The wide whip smacked against both of Alison’s big soles. She made a cute little squeak. “Woosh Klatsch!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Iiiihh!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Iiihh! hi hi!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Ooh!” “Woosh Klatsch!” “Oiih!” … Catie worked up the pace. Alison made lovely little sounds and grabbed around my waist. I also held firmly around her body, and stroked her back in between. “Time to step it up a bit, Alison!” Catie kicked off her heels, and positioned herself better. “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Ahh!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Aoh! Harder!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Aoh! Harder please Miss!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” … “Phu! Some tough feet you got Alison! I’m not sure this is even working… I have an idea though.” Catie complained. I couldn't help laughing, and Alison joined in. “Sorry Miss Catie, I always go barefoot most of the year.” Alison chirped. Catie opened the foot care box and produced a sturdy looking foot file. “I’m going to see what’s under all that dirt!” She then took a bottle of water and poured some on Alison’s feet. She started to work the file on her dirty soles. “Iiihhhh hi hi hi ha ha ha iiihhhh!” “I’m so sorry Miss. I’m a bit ticklish!” Alison started giggling. “Ha ha ha. See it as part of your punishment Alison, but I’ll try to be firm and steady.” Catie untied Alison’s ankles, and started to work on one foot at a time. This worked better. Catie poured more water and kept on filing. I joined in to help poor Catie, who was breaking into a sweat. Alison giggled in between, but seemed to enjoy the sensations going on on her soles. After some minutes most of the dirt was gone from Alison soles, showing a nice yellowish color. In another 20 minutes or so, we had been able to remove nearly all the tough skin on her soles. They were still very firm and strong, but now also very smooth and soft to the touch. “My feet feel so great. I’m sure I will feel more now!” Alison concluded. Catie tied up Alison’s ankles and big toes, and took position again. “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Ah!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Aahh!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Aaahh! I love it!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Aooh!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Aooh! More please Miss!” “Wooossh! KLATSCH!” “Ah Aaaah!” … It went on for a good while. Alison’s movements against my body started to feel worryingly good. I slid myself down a bit such that I could kiss her. She greedily accepted my tongue in her mouth. She only disengaged when she needed to to cry out or to breathe better. Catie took a break eventually. She looked a bit spent actually. She kneeled down and massaged Alison’s soles. “Alison, would you believe I’m actually Tasha’s chemistry teacher?” Catie asked. Alison’s jaw just dropped. “That’s just fantastic! I would love to be your student, but I’m afraid I’m too daft and untalented for college.” Alison sighed. Catie was walking over to the trunk of the car. “I don’t believe a word of that, but today you will at least have your feet caned like my student!” Catie smiled, and made a practice stroke in the air, now with the hard and painful dark brown cane. Alison glanced over her shoulder and looked a little worried. I grabbed the wine bottle from the basket and filled a glass to the brim. “You can take it Alison. Here, drink this. Down the hatch!” I helped her to drink, and she gulped it all down. “Ahh that tasted so lovely!” She gasped. I filled another glass and fed it to her. She downed more than half of that as well. “Good girl! You need it.” I said and filled a glass for Catie. We made a little toast together. I kissed and cuddled a bit with the lovely Alison that was now getting a bit tipsy. “Okay Alison, are you ready to have your soles caned?” Catie had kneeled down and was tapping the evil looking cane across Alison’s soles. “Yes Miss Catie! I’m ready!” She grabbed hard around my waist, trembling a bit in anticipation. |
Added 30 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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