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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 12
| I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell Melissa too much about how much I loved pain myself. “Oh, I can’t say I understand that either, I just guess there’s something with pain, and some people still seem to become excited even if it hurts.” I whispered back, as I bandaged her blistered feet, casually watching the red, painful looking line that was developing across Rebecca’s little bum. She was taller but skinnier than Melissa and she seemed to suffer even worse, failing to count and stay in position. After her third stroke Catie lost patience with her. “Now, it wasn’t part of your sentence, but perhaps you would prefer to be caned on your feet instead?” She asked with a bit of glee in the tone of her otherwise unemotional voice. “No! Nooooooo! Pleeeease! Miss Landers! Not my feet!” Rebecca cried. “If you move again it will be on the soles. Understood young lady?” Catie continued to deliver another even harder stroke on Rebecca’s increasingly marked behind. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHHH!!!” Rebecca cried out really loud, and clutched her agonised behind with her hands, stepping down from her kneeling position on the Chesterfield. “That’s it. Miss Morrison, please help me get Miss Paterson in position for caning her feet.” Ignoring her wailing protests, Catie dragged Rebecca over to the trestle with the falaka rod. I had just finished bandaging Melissa's feet and I rose to my feet. “Now down on the floor on your back, and put your feet up. Just like how Miss Ferguson was punished before.” Catie instructed Rebecca. She was just crying too much, so I took hold of her legs and secured her feet with the rope on the rod. I gave her a sympathetic smile, as I tied her hands together under her knees. “Excuse me Miss Landers, what about her socks?” I asked. “Yes, it shall be on her bare soles, of course. Cut her socks open please.” Catie said and handed me the scissors. Tears were streaming down Rebecca’s flushed cheeks. I found this part particularly humiliating, to have your socks ruined as well. Even before the fabric parted, I noticed Rebecca had very slender feet, rather matching for her body type, I guess, but given that, still surprisingly long soles. Finally, I secured her big toes together with the leather cord, so she wouldn’t be able to cross her feet. “Good. Make sure her feet are properly secured. I want no moving around.” Catie commanded. I twisted the rod a bit extra, such that the rope cut hard into Rebecca’s ankles. She whimpered as it made her feet stretch out, making her long, vulnerable soles even more exposed. I gave Catie a nod to go ahead. “Excellent.” Catie confirmed and started tapping the long hard cane across Rebecca’s delicate soles. It seemed that she much enjoyed Rebecca’s feet, because I could see that familiar cold gaze examining, as she took herself good time to press the cane just on the sensitive spot, right under the balls of Rebecca’s feet. Without warning she snapped the cane back to cut down exactly where she had aimed. “Shhhiii! Smack!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOIIIIIHHH!!!” It wasn’t that hard to be honest, coming from Catie almost lovingly, if you ask me. Rebecca still screamed loud and pinched her little toes hard. Catie now aimed right on the balls of her feet, but she wasn’t happy as Rebecca was still curling her toes up. “Miss Morrison, may you please straighten out Miss Paterson’s toes for me?” she asked. “Certainly Miss.” I looked around and immediately found Melissa’s dirty knee high socks still hanging on the falaka rod. They were still wet, a bit cold, and smelled noticeably of her foot sweat. “Miss Ferguson, would you mind if I borrow your socks for a while?” I asked Melissa, who was still sitting on the floor feeling her bandaged feet with her fingers. She looked up at me a bit in surprise, but gave me an affirmative nod. I twined each sock around Rebecca’s toes. It gave me a good grip for my fingers to bend her toes backwards. Now the balls of Rebecca’s feet were completely exposed. Catie gave me a pleased smile, seemingly very satisfied with my little ingenuity, and aimed the cane again… “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!” This time she didn’t hold back. The cane cut deep into the pads on the balls of Rebecca’s feet. I felt the impact of the blow resonate into my hands. Her reaction was loud and immediate, as she shrieked out in pain. She tried to curl her toes again, involuntarily or not, but I held them firmly and again exposed the balls of her feet. Catie didn’t miss out on the opportunity and landed an equally hard stroke. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!!” “Pleeeease! Miss, not on the same place! Pleeeease!” Rebecca pleaded. “That is not for you to decide. Your soles will be caned precisely where I see fit!” Catie responded irritably. “Indeed that is.” Mrs. Thompson said with her typical exaltation. She had moved up, right beside Rebecca’s feet, to see the strokes land up close. I guess she would not be disappointed, as Catie landed three hard strokes in rapid succession. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHHH!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHHH!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOIIIIIHHH!!!” “PLEEEEEEEASE!!!” Rebecca screamed. Catie looked somewhat pleased and gave her a short break, before she moved her aim a bit lower, about the middle of Rebecca’s soles. The cane cut down hard and left a visible line on the softer mid parts. Rebecca reacted predictably, again with loud screaming. “Very appropriate!”, Mrs. Thompson commented passionately, “all parts of her feet should of course feel the punishment of the cane.” Catie continued to work the cane downwards, delivering three hard strokes at a time, then switching side to hit from the other side. I kept pulling Rebecca’s toes back firmly, to stretch her soles as much as possible, providing a perfect target for Catie. At the same time I felt really sorry for Rebecca, realising that Catie would be able to place a lot of blows before her long sensitive soles would have been all covered. Indeed poor Rebecca suffered more than 20 hard strokes before Catie had reached down to her heels. Now she was given a short rest, before Catie started again. Catie gestured to me that I could let go of her toes. Then struck her across her both heels really very hard. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!” Catie was smiling satisfiedly, clearly enjoying Rebecca’s loud scream, as well as her curling up her toes in vain, as it didn’t at all impede the cane from smacking her heel pads. Catie repeatedly let the cane down across Rebecca’s heels, cutting deep into her pads. It was probably at least ten times, and at the end Rebecca had been reduced to a crying sobbing mess. Her soles were now red and puffy, in places marked by deeper red cane-lines. As with Melissa, Catie examined Rebecca’s freshly punished soles. She enjoyed rubbing them with her fingers, as she took good time with it. She finished by examining them with the Wartenberg-wheel. Of course Rebecca didn’t like one bit of it, but was whining and howling in pain towards the end, when Catie dug the wheel deep into her sore pads. “That will conclude also your punishment, Miss Paterson. The same rules as for Miss Ferguson of course apply to you, understood?” Catie said. Rebecca only nodded, probably too exhausted to muster an answer. “Miss Morrison, please be so kind as to take care of Miss Paterson’s feet.” Catie said to me. “Certainly Miss!” I replied. I started disinfecting Rebecca’s soles. She reluctantly allowed me to hold her feet. They were not as torn as Melissa’s, but still very red and sore. Melissa joined me and helped me to bandage Rebecca’s feet. Then Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Williams and Miss Taylor took the newly punished girl’s to the office to fill in some records. Rebecca could just barely walk, and was supported by Melissa. Afterwards only me and Catie were left to tidy up the punishment room. Catie sat down on a Chesterfield and actually lit a cigarette, something I had never even seen her do before. “Phuu!”, she let out a sigh, “punishing naughty girl’s soles is some hard work you know.” she said, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. “You did an absolute great job punishing them. They were crying like babies! I do think I know what you need now...” I replied as I laid down on my back on the carpet. “Well, thank you Tasha. You do? Eh, why are you lying on the floor?” She turned and looked at me. “Miss Landers, why don’t you please just come here and sit down, and I'll show you?” Catie smiled, as she walked over to me, she pulled up her black skirt. She wasn’t wearing any nylons today, I just loved how daring of her. She just pulled her white panties to the side and sat down, straight over my mouth. She continued to casually smoke her cigarette as I slid my tongue inside her. The room soon filled with familiar noises. I pulled off Catie's tight black heels to massage her feet. I felt how her feet, and her toes in particular were so sweaty, as I rubbed my fingers in between them. I recognised her pungent foot scent, mixing with the scent of her pussy, even before I smelled my fingers. Catie was enjoying the treatment in her pussy to the fullest, and rubbed her sex increasingly harder and faster on my mouth. I was sucking her clitoris when she tensed up, then released, shivering in a wonderful climax. We rested a bit lying on the carpet. Catie gave me a cigarette. Although I had tried smoking one time before, I started coughing a lot. Catie laughed. “When do you need to be home?” She asked. “There’s no hurry. I can always find some excuse.” I smiled. “Great! Let’s not forget about your feet then shall we? What would they like today?” She asked with an insidious smile. I walked over to the desk with the punishment tools. I picked up first my new favourite, the Wartenberg-wheel, then the brown cane, my probably next to all time favourite so far, apart from needles, but they had not entered the punishment tool collection. I held them up and gave Catie a wide smile. “Excellent choices! Here take your place.” She pointed to the falaka trestle. She brought the soft rug from the fireplace for me to lie more comfortably on. She lowered the falaka rod a bit, so my legs would be more comfortably bent, and not so stretched out. As usual she examined my socks. I had changed my socks since yesterday, so they were clean, but I had been in my school loafers all day, so even if they were perhaps not as sweaty and stinky as Melissa’s, they were still quite ripe. Catie pulled them off and put the toe ends to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Mmmmmmm… Now, I think we have to examine these sweaty soles!” She fastened my feet on the falaka rod, and tied my big toes together. She picked up the Wartenberg-wheel and started rolling it on my soles. Pushing really hard from the get go, and had me gasping from the sensation. She had pulled up a Chesterfield and sat on the armrest to work more easily on my soles. After a while she put her feet up on my behind, and used it as a footrest. She dug her toes into my bum and they felt a bit cold, being so sweaty earlier and from walking on the somewhat cold wooden floor in the room. In not too long she had worked her feet inside my panties, and was pulling them down, or up, the way you see it. In between she worked the Wartenberg-wheel up and down along my soles. She put her face close, smelled and tasted a little. “Oh, so smelly and salty…” she remarked, pushing the wheel hard where she had just licked. “Now, please clean and wet my toes a bit, I’ll show you why…” She put her right foot to my mouth. I eagerly licked her toes and in between them. They also tasted salty and her pungent scent filled my nostrils again. I didn’t mind at all though. I just loved how her feet smelled and tasted. When her toes were really wet with my saliva, she put her feet back on my bum, and worked them closer to my pussy. She played with my labia and spread them apart with her big toes and looked inside me. Her toes felt great on my pussy, pinching my pussy lips between her toes. After a while she pushed her big toe inside me, at the same time continuing carving the Wartenberg-wheel into my soles, giggling as she masturbated my pussy with her toes. I wouldn’t last this treatment for long, and when I started making noises, Catie switched to the cane, stood up, and whipped me really hard across my soles. The crescendo of pain pushed me into an intense orgasm. Catie didn’t stop. Although the pain was partly blocked out during the peak of my orgasm, as I came out of it, my soles were again in a pure inferno of agony. I realised I was screaming loudly. Catie laughed. “That’s my girl!” She rubbed my smarting soles, then licked them. Her soft lips and tongue felt lovely on my hurting soles as the pain clinged off. After I had rested a bit, she kneeled down and slid two fingers easily, and felt around inside my soaked pussy. “Would Misses pussy care for more pleasures?” She asked. “Yes Miss! It does, please! And my soles would like another round too, if possible, please!” I replied eagerly. “Certainly!” Catie walked over to the table and opened her handbag, I hadn’t noticed it… She brought out the powerful electric vibrator. “A treat for your pussy…” she commented as she held it up. “Oh yes please!” I squealed with excitement. It had made me cum so hard before. Catie continued to bring out, next the staple gun and a box of injection needles. “…and Misses soles can choose between…” She held the stapler and the box up in front of me. The staples had made my soles hurt good for several days, but I felt the injections had given a more sensual pain. “They would like some injections, please Miss!” I chirped, smiling my cutest smile at Catie. “Very well then…” She walked over and connected the power cord of the electric vibrator to a socket in the wall. She sat down on the Chesterfield again and put her feet on my bare behind again, while she prepared a couple of injection syringes. She placed the head of the vibrator against my throbbing pussy, it was humming at lowest speed, parting my wet and excited labia. Catie controlled it with her feet and toes. I coed in excitement when I felt her dabbing my soles with cool alcohol. I felt needle points poking around on both my heels, like she was searching for the right spots… Catie increased the frequency of the vibrations on my pussy… “Iiiiiiiihhhh!” She pushed the two needles in at the same time. Not fast, but not slowly either. The feeling of the needles sinking deeply in was amazing! I was gasping for air and before I had taken the sensation fully in, she pulled the needles out, only to let them sink in again, at different spots on my heel pads. For every painful jab or two of the needles, she increased one notch on the vibrator. With her toes she pushed the rounded vibrator head increasingly harder, almost into my soaking pussy. It just couldn't take more, but shivered in a lusty ejaculation. As I climaxed, I felt how Catie was jabbing the needles repeatedly into the balls of my feet. It felt so great as the pain was being subdued by my powerful orgasm. As I was recovering, Catie was putting plasters on my needle pricked soles. They were a bit sore and smarting from the stings. She released my feet from the falaka rod, and laid down beside me on the comfy rug. We cuddled a bit as usual. “Tasha, I think you made quite an impression on Melissa and Rebecca, don’t you think?” Catie asked casually while she lit another cigarette. “Yes, somehow I didn’t even feel that Melissa hated me afterwards. It’s like the punishment really worked and she became a better person!” I smiled. “Ha ha, you think that the soles are like windows looking straight into a girl’s mind?” Catie laughed. “Oh, I know so!” We both laughed. We cleaned up a bit, then Catie drove me home as usual. Just as I stepped out of the car I remembered that I had put Melissa’s socks in my Cardigan pocket. “I forgot to give them back to Melissa. I thought you might like them?” I grinned as I handed them to Catie. “Ha ha, you think I collect stinky socks now?” She smelled them and rolled her eyes back. “Maybe you could have a collection of socks from girls that you have punished?” I suggested. “Yes… I could hang them on the wall of my office, like hunting trophies or something.” We laughed again. Lovely tea and sandwiches waited as usual. I watched an old episode of The Addams Family with mom and dad. To be continued... |
Added 30 dec 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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