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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 10
| We didn’t talk much on the way back home. I guess we were both a bit tired after this amazing day. We were also a bit sad about leaving Alison, even if we knew she would be just fine. Catie took a larger road back, and it didn’t take us that long at all before she turned in on the street where she had picked me up. I quickly changed back into my PE outfit, not to cause any suspicion. It did look a bit odd with the flowered flip flops though, but I guess I’d take them off and walk barefooted, or my parents might wonder. I gave Catie a long deep kiss. “Thank you for today, sweetie!” Catie said as our lips parted. “Oh thank you too! It was magical! But I think we forgot all about my feet. They are not even sore!” We both laughed. “Oh, don’t you worry, Tasha. I have many ideas for your naughty little piggies. Will I see you in maths class on monday?” “Yes Miss!” I said resoundingly with a smile. Catie drove off. I took off the flowered flip flops, but first I admired how pretty they were, before I put them in the cloth bag Catie had given me. Together with the suspiciously short jeans skirt and the striped top, I didn’t feel quite brave enough to show my mom. By the way, mom was alone in the kitchen as I entered. “Goodness girl, you must be starving, and I can see you have lost your shoes also as usual, haven't you?” “Yes, I gave mine to another girl, hers had gotten all broken. Mine were a bit old though anyway.” I lied just a little bit. Dad had gone down to the pub with some friends, so mom and I had our tea and sandwiches, just the two of us, as we watched some telly, Coronation Street to be specific. Then I went to bed kind of early. My fingers weren't late to find my clit as usual. I was feeling a bit guilty as my thoughts almost immediately turned to Alison and all possible things I would like to do with her, and her do to me, but at the same time I knew Catie would probably feel the same. I woke up early on Sunday morning, still feeling kind of horny, thinking about how Alison's cunning tongue had felt inside me. I was even feeling a bit frustrated, although really no one was to blame. After having some lovely beans, thick bacon and eggs, somehow dad always made some great breakfast, especially if he was slightly hung over. I went back up to my room again. I decided my feet needed some attention, so I brought out a box of safety pins. I had not played with myself in a long time, Catie had taken care of that really all too well lately. I started sticking the safety pins quite deep into my soles, at least some 3/16 of an inch, before I closed them. It hurt really good, and I felt a lot better. I put like 20 on each sole, all over. Balls of my feet, toes and heels. I didn't even want to take them out, so I dug up some even older pairs of PE plimsolls, but these ones were black and more than a bit too small. I crammed them onto my feet and decided they would stay on all day. I also wrote some text on my feet, as well as my hands. I felt like telling the whole story with Alison, but I couldn’t really dare it, and besides it wouldn’t really fit, so I went for shortenings like “Aliz, ILY!”, “IWKU Aliz, IKYLI…”. I still went for some bold colours in red an black, but I made sure I was able to cover it up under my sleeves if needed. That all felt pretty good. I spent the rest of the day helping mom and dad to clear out some old things in the back garden. I felt satisfied that my feet were being constantly kind of tortured inside my plimsolls, but no one knew. For the evening mom made a Sunday Roast, really one of my favourites. Later we enjoyed playing some dice games, and watching telly, the Benny Hill Show was always really funny. I went to bed rather early, as I had school early the next day. In the morning my soles were still covered by the safety pins, but I decided they would stay, so I put on my school loafers with some thinner white socks. Just as the second lecture ended, I noticed Sushmita enter the classroom. She talked briefly to the teacher, then hurried down towards me and my classmates. She looked really upset, almost to the point of crying. “Sushmita, what’s the matter?” I asked as I gave her a hug. “Tasha, it’s about my friend Gurleen, something bad has happened to her, I’ll tell you more later, but now I can’t find her! Can you help me?” Sushmita was almost crying now. “Of course! Where was she last?” “She was going to the restroom, but she didn’t come back, and she’s not in there either!” “Okay, let’s go find her!” I said and looked at Anne, who just nodded and stood up. A couple of other girls joined us, and we ran out of the classroom, and started to ask other students. After a while someone told us Gurleen had been seen leaving the school, but on the opposite side, towards the old factory area. We set off in that direction. “Sushmita, what really happened to Gurleen then?” “It's Melissa and her gang, they have bullied her for several weeks.” Sushmita explained. I knew Melissa, I hated her in fact, she had been after me as well a few times. She was probably the worst bully in our school. “I have an idea where she might have gone. It’s just a hunch, but follow me and we’ll see…” I said. We hurried on. I now started to regret the safety pins in my soles, but it wasn’t the time to take them out now… As we came out along the road, we approached the industrial factory area. The road continued up across a stone bridge over some railway tracks, like a small shunting yard for the factories. It was a bit foggy but we could see the outline of the bridge. We continued. Then I spotted her. It must be her. She had climbed up on the low wall on the side of the bridge right above a railway track. She was looking down. A train was approaching from the factory side, perhaps 100 yards away now. I pointed to her. Sushmita, Anne and the other girl’s gasped. I ran towards her as fast as I could. “Gurleen! Don’t do it!” I shouted when I was about 20 yards from her. She turned and looked at me in surprise. I stopped about 5-10 yards from her. She looked at me. I could see she was crying. “My life isn’t worth living anymore.” She sobbed. “Nooo please Gurleen! We will help you. Please come down!” “It will never stop. They are blackmailing my family now.” She held some paper in her hand. “What is that? Can I see it, Gurleen?” She looked at me hesitantly, looked at the approaching freight train again, for a moment though she would jump… but finally she turned around and climbed down. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. She handed me the paper. It was a handwritten note. Sushmita came forward and hugged her arms around Gurleen. I read the note, it was in a poor, misspelt handwriting, Melissa’s probably. It said things like she had to pay £50 or they would tell about her boyfriend and that he had fucked with her, and so on. I just read very quickly a lot of other disrespectful words, like repeatedly calling her a “Paki”. Gurleen had burst into weeping in Sushmita’s arms. I stroked her back gently. “Gurleen, leave this to me. I know what to do. Melissa will not bother you again. I promise you. ”Anne and the other girl’s looked really impressed as well. I was even surprised myself about how confident I sounded. Gurleen nodded. We slowly started walking back. Gurleen wanted to go home, so Sushmita accompanied her. I told the other girl’s I had something I had to do. I went straight up to the teachers wing. The door to Catie’s office was ajar. I knocked and then stepped in. Halfway in Catie ambushed me from behind and kissed me passionately. “Catie! I have something important to tell you.” I panted when I could break loose from her embrace. “Oh! What’s the matter then?” I handed her the note. “Hmmm… Melissa and her pack I presume?” “Yes, they have bullied Gurleen for weeks” I told Catie the story. “Darn good work Tasha! I’m proud of you! Leave this to me.” Catie gave me a long firm hug, then we continued where we had started… “Okay, do you want to make out?” Catie gave me her naughty look. “Sure, Catie I really do. But please help me remove these first, they are killing me! I don’t know how to explain this, but…” I sat down in one of Catie’s chairs, took my loafers off, and held my feet up. Catie immediately pushed my sweaty sock soles to her face and inhaled deeply, moaning in pleasure. She then literally tried to suck the foot sweat out from my socks, but now she noticed the safety pins through the thin fabric. “Oh, now I get it, what do we have here, you little scamp?” She pulled my socks off, and examined my soles full of safety pins. “You know I should really cane you hard right on top of these, but we don’t have the time…” She started to pull the safety pins out one by one. Many of them bled a bit, but Catie had a first aid box to fix them up with plasters. After all were removed, my soles were really kind of sore, so I was kind of happy not being caned, or maybe I would be... Cate massaged my hurting soles for a while, but soon we were busy making out again. And it didn’t take long before… Well, by now, you all know what we were about to… Hope no one was passing by Catie’s door because we were really quite noisy! Afterwards, we had time for a quick lunch, before we would see each other again during the maths class. I made sure to give Catie some horny glances when no one could see. I then teased her further by slipping my dirty, sweaty socked feet out of my loafers, popping my heels out with my toes still in, as I had done before. Soon Catie came over pretending to help me. She wrote in the margin of my workbook: “Stop it you little slut! Your dirty socks smell up the classroom!” I wrote back: “Says a teacher who’s face smells of both feet and pussy!” Catie gave me a look that was quite something. Then she wrote: “Tasha, can you come to my office after you finish your last lecture?” I looked up at her happily and nodded affirmatively. Then it was time to end the lecture, and I had to go for my next. Mr Andrew’s dragged on with another monologue on Napoleon's battles, I didn’t even pay attention to which one this time. Afterwards I pretended to be going home, just quickly telling Anne and some other friends the news about Melissa, then hurried back up to Catie’s office. She let me in and locked the door behind us. “Tasha, I have arranged with the college management for Melissa and her accomplice to be brought to justice tomorrow. We are going to punish them severely and I would love it if you would assist with the punishment again?” She asked. “Count me in!” I said without hesitation, giving Catie a wide smile. “I knew I could count on you! I’ll make sure you get off from some of tomorrow’s lectures. Now, I have gotten this new whip, but I have never used it.” Catie pointed to her desk. It was a dark brown whip coiled up, beautifully braided, similar to the one we used before, but this one was much longer, with a sincere looking tail end. “Wow…” I felt its grip and let it uncoil on the floor “you need a lot of room…” I concluded. “Exactly. And I do need some target practice…” She smiled, giving me a knowing look. I felt the nasty looking business end with my fingers for a while… “My soles are at your disposal Miss!” I produced my cutest smile looking up at Catie. She kissed me on the forehead. “Let’s go to the room!” As usual just entering the beautiful, just slightly cold room brought the butterflies of excitement to my tummy. We were in no real hurry however. We sat down on the Chesterfields. Catie took her time to smell my sweaty socks again and then examined my safety pin marked soles. She pressed her face against my soles, licked and worshipped my feet. She then started up with flogging my soles gently with a softer whip. It felt awesome when it started to sting a bit. Then Catie brought out an instrument I had never seen before. It was a small wheel with pins around, about an inch and a half in diameter, held in a metal shaft with a wooden handle. She pressed it against my left sole and rolled it slowly. It wasn’t nearly as painful as I had expected, but it was still a demanding sensation. She continued to slowly roll it along my soles, balls of my feet and on my heels. It was like an intense but stinging massage and I loved it more and more, gasping in pleasure the harder she pushed it. Catie went back to flogging my soles. I enjoyed the contrast, but soon I was begging her for the pinwheel again. After alternating between flogging and rolling my soles with the wheel, Catie gave me some rest as she examined some new contraption. It was like a wooden trestle. I soon realised it was for fastening the falaka rod in. “Please come here. Look, Mr. Williams has brought a new device. Let’s try it out!” I laid down under the trestle. Catie fastened my feet in the falaka rod, turned it such that the rope tightened around my ankles, and locked the rod in the trestle. She then tied my big toes together. Catie continued by flogging my upturned soles some more. It worked really well. My feet were held like in a vice and there was no way I could topple the trestle over. Again, the pinwheel on my soles brought me nearly close to ecstasy. She switched to caning my soles and soon had me crying. “Good! Now let’s try this…” Catie uncoiled the long whip and stepped back to get some distance. It took her some practice to get the distance right. The tip of the whip cracked threateningly, closer and closer… Then suddenly… “Shhhiii” “Crack!” The tip landed on the balls of my right foot. It stung a lot but in a good way. “Shhhiii” “Crack!” “Shhhiii” “Crack!” “Shhhiii” “Crack!” The sharp cracks stung my soles in different spots all over. I cried out for each and one of them. After some 15-20, I lost count, the middle of my soles were starting to hurt quite bad. Catie stopped and examined the damage. “Mmmm… this whip will break the skin. Perfect for Melissa.” she concluded. I nodded in agreement. Catie took up the pinwheel again. She carved it hard into the pads of my soles, like she was cutting them with a knife, but she avoided the middle and my arches that had been marked by the whip. I enjoyed the treatment to the fullest. I let my fingers slip into my panties. Catie took notice, because she slipped off a shoe and let her nylon clad toes slide in under my panties and helped to rub my pussy and clitoris. In not too long I climaxed making loud noises of pleasure. After recovering a bit, I thanked Catie by eating her pussy out. She pulled her nylons and panties down halfway on her thighs, then sat down over my face. As usual Catie took great pleasure in sucking my toes and fingering my sore soles at the same time as I was working my tongue on her clitoris and inside her. When I felt her teeth gnawing hard into the balls of my feet, I knew I was sucking her in the right spots. Her soaking pussy discharged even more juices over my mouth as she came, her body shaking in a long orgasm. As usual, we cuddled for a good while afterwards before Catie drove me home. “Tomorrow Melissa will get it. Probably some time in the afternoon. I’ll contact you tomorrow.” She said as I was getting out of her car. “Sounds good. I’m going to love to see that mean bitch suffer!” I smiled as I gave Catie a kiss. When I came home Mom worried a bit about my long hours in School, as we had tea and sandwiches, and watched some telly as usual, this time a Monty Python episode. |
Added 5 feb 2023 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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