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Subject: SeanA's Collection  [REPOST]  -=The Sole Discipline=-  (By: John)
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Copyright John (sldscpl@hotmail.com) 1997. This story may be freely
distributed, as long as my name, E-mail address or the below
disclaimer is not removed.

This is a purely fictional story. It contains a rather severe
punishment, humiliation of a young female and a lot of explicit sexual
action. However, if not obvious, all parts are involved in a role play
like action, on a voluntary basis. You have been warned. I have taken
my inspiration and ideas from all around. The story has indeed a quite
special theme of interest, but I prefer that you read on and find out.
If you like it, write to me and let me know. (I have made some minor
changes to this story, since I wrote it, to the better, I hope. I see
no reason not to do so, with this type of story.)

                            The Sole Discipline


I heard the ring of the doorbell and I took a glance at the clock on
the wall. It was a couple of minutes to ten. I put down the ginger
root which I was working on, with a penknife, while waiting. It was an
extraordinary large ginger root I had bought earlier in the day, and I
had almost finished shaping it into a plug with a marked waist. I went
out of the study, through the corridor, to the main entrance where I
opened the large wooden door. There she stood, on the stone stairs, a
little wet in the hair from the slight rain.
   "Hi!.. I hope I'm not late?" she said in a little nervous way.
   "No, fortunately for you, you are not. In fact you are a couple of
minutes early. Come on in." I showed her the way back to the study.
  "My watch has stopped working, so I didn't know the time." she said
as we walked. "How extremely lucky for you that you managed to get her
on time anyway." She looked at me and nodded. Anna was wearing a long
black or dark grey skirt, her black motorcycle jacket and black Dr
Marten type boots. She is really a very attractive girl. She has
straight, dark brown hair that reaches to her shoulders and her eyes
has a cat like appearance. Her body is very sexy, although her breasts
are very small. She also moves in a very sexy way and her behind is
absolutely stunning.
  I locked the door behind us, and told her to hang off her jacket.
"Sit down." I said and pointed at the chair in front of the desk as I
seated myself behind it. "Well Anna, you know why you are here, so
let's not waste any time." I said as I continued to work on the ginger
root.
  "You.. You said you where going to give me a correction...  what is
that?" she pointed curiously at the ginger.
  "This is a ginger root, an old tradition in discipline."
  "That's a spice. What's it supposed to be good for?"
  "You will soon enough be aware of that, come over here. Bend over,
touch your toes and pull up your skirt."
  "Are you going to spank me again?" she asked, smiling, as she bent
over.
  "No, Anna. I'm afraid a spanking is far from enough for what you
have done. This requires a caning."
  "What!? a caning?" She blurted out in surprise.
  "Stop asking silly questions, or you will regret them later. You
will get extra strokes." I said as I started to pull down her panties
to her feet.
  "Noo, you can't, this is too much, you just can't whip my bare
behind!" 
  "You heard me before. Now you'll get two extra strokes. Shut up now,
I will explain all the details of your punishment in time. Now, step
out of your panties, and put your feet a bit further apart." She
obeyed and I picked up the ginger again. Her bottom was absolutely
lovely shaped and she had the beautiful kind of pussy where the outer
pussy lips completely hides what's beneath them, so you would have to
part them a bit if you would like to get to the clit and the other
goodies, all covered with a moderate amount of shiny black pussy hair.
I looked at her sweet little anus and realized that inserting the big
ginger root might hurt, so I asked her "Anna, can you please wet this
down for me?" I held the ginger at her mouth.
  "Are.. are you going to... Oh no, this is ridiculous, you can't put
that thing inside me" She looked at the ginger with distaste.
  "For your own sake, just do what I told you." Finally, she licked at
the ginger. "Good girl. Wet it down real good. Spit on it!" I took the
ginger, now dripping with her saliva, back to her behind and exposed
her little anus with my fingers.
  "Ooohhh! nooooo!, this is so embarrassing, ooohhh!" she complained
as I slowly inserted the ginger. It fit tightly after I had turned it
around a couple of turns. She was blushing, her face all red. "Now, go
back and sit, facing the back of the chair, with your legs wide apart
and your bottom sticking out over the edge. Hold your skirt up. I want
to keep an eye on that ginger."
  "Oowww, this burns." she walked back to the chair and sat down as I
had instructed.
  "Good, that's the idea. Now, we can discuss your punishment. You
expressed some fears about having your bare bottom caned, but I had a
little more exotic target of correction in mind. I thought we should
have a little, let's call it, sole discipline."
  "S... Sole?" she turned he head over he shoulder, looking at me,
puzzled.
  "The soles of your feet." She had to think for a couple of seconds.
  "Oh, please, no. I've heard that it's one of the most painful forms
of punishment that exists. Please, no, not the soles of my feet,
please. I'll rather take it on my behind."
  "You are going to get it on the soles of your bare feet! And it sure
will be painful. The soles of the feet are very sensitive, because
they are full of nerve-endings, but on the same time they are very
tough. They are made to walk on, after all. The cane can leave nasty
marks on a bare bottom but the soles can be given hard painful strokes
without any lasting marks. They are simply the perfect whipping-pads,
to apply a painful punishment on. It has been overlooked as an object
of discipline in western culture, but it's a common form of correction
in Asia and in the Arab culture", I lectured.
  "You're really into this sole business, Aren't you?" she said,
ironically.
  "So will you be, soon enough. A caning would normally be six strokes
but your previous doings are serious. We have decided to give you
twelve strokes.
  "Twelve!" She just stared at me.
  "Well, I mean twelve strokes to the sole of -each- foot. You do have
two feet? And, then we shall not forget the two extra strokes for your
silly questions." She turned her head away again, resigned.
  "Now, I want you to take a moment of reflection and think over, if
it was worth it, what you have done, and how it's going to feel when
the whip licks the tender soles of your feet." I looked at the clock
and picked up a book and started to read.
  "It stings!" she was stirring on the chair.
  "Shut up! and sit still or you'll get extra strokes." Two minutes
had past. another five passed rather silently, but she has obvious
problems with the stinging ginger in her anus.
  "Please, can I have my punishment now, Pleeease." She was not a
stupid girl, Anna. She had changed tactics.
  "Eager to get it over with? You will get it when I say so and you
have earned yourself another two extra hard strokes." The sting in her
rectum seemed to be terrible during the last minutes because she was
trying to hold her breath in interval in order to stand the
discomfort. I let a total of ten minutes pass, before I closed the
book with a snap that made her jump on the chair.
  "Come over here again and bend over." She was in anxious hurry to
get over to my side of the desk. I Gently pulled the ginger out of her
anus.
  "Oh, Thank you. It was driving me crazy! That thing burned
horribly."
  "Now, I want you to go and fetch me your implement of correction. It
hangs on the hat-stand at the door. Wait! Then, I want you to formally
ask for your punishment. Now go!" She went to the hat-stand and there
she found a black riding crop. It was a rather flexible, medium sized
crop, on which I had cut of the small leather flap from the tip.
Looking a bit terrified, she returned and handed me the crop.
  "Can I have my punishment now..  ..please."
  "You'll have to repeat that, please. You shall say how many strokes
and where you shall have them. Also, you shall call me sir."
  "Please... can I have twelve strokes ...on the soles... ...on each
sole of my feet.. ..with this riding whip.. ..and can I also have four
extra strokes, Sir?"
  "Certainly, young lady, certainly. Just take off your shoes and lie
down here on this rug. On your back if you please." I waited while she
took off her boots. She then took place on the rug.
  "Barefoot, please. The socks also." Anna peeled off her socks, and I
held the crop out, so she could hang the socks on it. I examined the
white tube socks. They were a little damp, and I could see slightly
dirty marks from her toes and soles, and there came a slight whiff of
foot-sweat, as I smelled them.
  "So we have not bothered to change to clean socks today, have we?" I
grabbed one of her feet and rubbed my index finger at the base of her
toes. Her toes were a little moist. I smelled my finger. (I concealed
well, how wonderfully good it smelled.) Not the stale smell, just
pure, fresh girl-toe-smell! I held her socks so she could smell them
herself.
  "God, this is so embarrassing", she whined, somewhat red in the
face.
  "Indeed. This is not a desirable behavior of a young lady. Only
sluts have smelly feet. Clean feet goes without saying, during a
barefoot punishment. Girls with smelly toes, of course, get extra
punishment. There will be another two, extra hard, strokes on each
sole, so you will learn to keep your stinky slut-feet clean. Together
with the four you already have, it will be six extra strokes, in
total. No doubt you will feel these afterwards." It looked though
she was going to protest, but she remained silent.
  "Now, you shall lift up your feet and grasp your ankles with your
hands." I showed her how to hold her feet.
  "Keep your feet horizontally at all times, and point your toes
towards the head. There, good." This way mainly the fleshy pads on the
soles, lay exposed to the crop, and the toes were out of the way, as
they could otherwise be damaged.

  This normally very proud and independent girl looked really
humiliated in this position, offering the exposed soles of her feet to
the crop. She was blushing quite a bit. Her long beautiful legs were
slightly bent and her bottom and pussy were at clear display. Her feet
were absolutely lovely. Her soles had a nice pink color and looked
like the soles of a young teenage girl, having this non-reflective
rubber like texture. I couldn't restrain myself, so I fondled a little
with her feet, while I gave her the final instructions. Her soles were
incredibly soft, warm and slightly moist.
  "Now, I want you to ask for each stroke, and after you have received
one you will say thank you, Sir. Do not get out of your position,
otherwise the stroke may have to be repeated." I placed myself at her
behind and made a false stroke in the air with the crop. She shuddered
at the sound.
  "Ask for your first stroke, girl." She closed her eyes and turned
her head to the side.
  "Please, can I have the first stroke, Sir?" Without further notice I
let the crop down on Anna's left sole, along it's length.

Sssshhhh WHATT!  "Oohi!"     "..Thank you, Sir"

  She didn't cry out but she gasped and emitted a funny little squeak
more from surprise than of pain, as she flinched her foot back. She,
however, quickly decided better than to rub her sole and regained
position, so I decided to let go with it. After all, it was the virgin
stroke to her sole.
  "Please, May I have the second stroke, Sir?"
I delivered the next two strokes to the same spot, aiming carefully by
pressing the cold crop against her bare sole. I knew Anna was tough.
She took her strokes silently, clenching her teeth. I repeated the
procedure on her right sole. She seemed determined to take her strokes
in silence but tears were showing in her eyes.
  "Please, may I have number seven, Sir?"
  "Of course, but first a little change of aim." I positioned myself
at her head in order to deliver the snap of the tip into the large,
smooth pads of her heels, instead of the pads on the balls of the
feet. (The heels may be the tougher spots on the soles, but also those
are dense with nerve cells.) None of the previous strokes had been
particularly hard, so I increased the force considerably.

Ssshhhiii WHAP!  "Aaaooowh!"  "..yeowww..."

  This broke her silence as she couldn't prevent herself from yelping
and whining after each blow. The lovely sound the crop made as the tip
snapped into her soft heel pads was beyond description. Tears was
running down her cheeks and she was sobbing. I felt some satisfaction
in having broken her silence, but I also felt very sorry for her,
since I knew how much this hurt. Still I knew better than to stop. I
knew from experience how mad she would be, if I stopped without her
giving her "safe-word" first.

  After these twelve strokes her soles had attained a lovely red
color, and a couple of pink stripes were visible in the middle of her
soles. The riding crop was stirring around the air, and a slight smell
of her feet contributed to the "atmosphere" in the room.

  As I switched aim again, I had a glance at her pussy which was on
excellent display. Gently, careful not discomfort her, I probed
between her pussy lips with the tip of the crop. I thought that I
could see a glistening in the pink, as the lips parted a bit. A closer
examination of the tip of the crop confirmed my suspicion. She was
soaking wet! As I put the tip in my mouth, and sucked it off, I looked
at her face and she looked me straight into the eyes and produced a
lovely smile. I was almost overcome with desire to kiss her and to
borrow my mouth between her pussy lips, but I restrained myself.
  "Ask for your next stroke, young lady".
  "Please, May I have.. ..another stroke, Sir?"
  "I couldn't hear the number, please, state the number. Otherwise we
might lose count."
  "I.. I don't remember." she whimpered.
  "Oh, you are not very kind to your feet. Judging from the color of
your soles, your feet seem to remember quite a lot." I massaged her
sore soles a little. She whimpered at the touch.
  "Do you really think we should start all over?" I asked.
  "Oh god, pleeeease noooo, ..not from the beginning. ..I can't take
that, pleeease", she whined between sobs.
  "It is number thirteen. Ask for it to be extra hard, so you won't
forget it."
  "Sir, may I have stroke number thirteen, ..extra hard, Please?"

Ssshhhiii WACK!  "AAIIH! AAIIH! aaiiiiiii!"

  Now, she cried out loud, for the first time, then she whimpered
somewhat shakily, curling her toes. I admired the stripe, that
directly after the stroke hit had been a light line, was now
developing into a red stripe, over the lovely wrinkles, in the middle
of her sole.
  "I advise you not to curl your toes. I don't think you would like
the snap on your tender toes. Point them slightly to your head
instead."
  "I'm sorry, Sir. I couldn't help it. It hurt so bad." She sobbed.
I let her recover a little before continuing. Two more to her left and
three to her right, no harder than her first six. No sound effects
apart from some sobbing. The final harder ones, to her heel pads,
produced some of the previous yelping and whimpering, but her legs had
also started to shake, so I realized I had pushed her pretty far. I
gave her permission to rub her poor soles a little.
  "Good, you took it pretty well." I said after she had recovered a
little.
  "If you had behaved well earlier, it would be over by now, but you
still have your extra strokes left, for your silly questions and
smelly feet. Six hard ones on each sole. But, you will be allowed to
change to a more comfortable punishment position. Borrow me that skirt
of yours." I helped her pull the skirt off her legs and walked over
and fetched another chair. It was the kind of chair that has
horizontal arm rests. I wound her skirt a couple of turns around one
of the wooden arm rests, to a sort of cushion, for her to put her
insteps on. I put the chair next to the desk.
  "Anna, please come over here." She, hesitantly, got to her feet and
walked on tip-toes to the chair, as to avoid putting weight on her
hurting, freshly punished soles.
   "Kneel in the chair and your feet on the arm rest." I adjusted the
angle of her feet on the arm rest, so they were nearly horizontal.
  "Lie down over the desk, if you want." She was no less charming in
this position than the previous, her lovely bottom sticking up.
  "Well, you know the procedure by now. Let us begin."
  "Please, may I have the first, extra stroke, Sir?" I noticed that
her right arm had disappeared under her body and a glance at her pussy
spotted her fingers on her clit. Enjoying the sight, I took some time
to aim, then I let the crop down hard, across the sensitive balls of
her feet.

Sssshhhhiiii SCHWACK!  " ..AAOOOWWIIH!"

  There was a short delay after the blow, then she emitted a high
pitched yelp, stirring on the desk. Her body was shivering, and I saw
how she was mashing her clit, with her fingers
  "Thank you, Sir. May I have the second extra stroke, please?" She
said, a little shakily. (She had started to emit some another little
squeaky sounds also, and her breathing was heavier.) Even harder, I
let the crop strike down across the rounded pads of her heels.

Sssshhhhiiii SCHMACK!  "AAIIIIH!  AIIH! AIIIIIIIIIHH!"

  She screamed out loud, and her entire body was shaking. Then,
something strange happened. I had only heard about it, but never seen
it happen. She squirted. It almost splashed out of her pussy! Quickly,
I gave three more strokes, in rapid succession. (Not to punish her,
but to give her maximum stimulation during her climax.) But, not as
hard strokes as the last one.

SsshhhWHACK! SsshhhWHACK! SsshhhWHACK!!   "AAOOOWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  She howled as she threw her self up, arching herself backwards. I
caught her
and put my arms around her. She hugged me tight and whined, as the
waves pulsed
through her body.
  "Oh god, thank you. Thank you soo much." she sobbed softly against
my shoulder, seeking comfort.
  "I should thank you. You were so incredibly brave and took all those
hard strokes under your sensitive feet." I just held her for a while,
stroking her back and neck lightly.
  "I have something for you", I said as I gently loosened her arms
from my body.
  "Sit here on the desk." I put her skirt on the desk to sit on and
lifted her over to the desk. I took her feet in my hands.
  "How do they feel?", I asked.
  "They are sore like hell, but they are tingling also. It's kind of
funny, but pretty cool feeling." I started to gently massage her feet
a little. They were all warm. The pads on the soles were a little
swollen, and quite red. I licked a little. It smelled incredibly good,
and tasted a little salty. I let my tongue slide in between and around
her toes. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, with a smile
on her face. I tasted even better between her toes! I had to stop
because a certain other part of my body, was threatening to burst my
pants! I stretched over the desk and fetched a plastic box I brought
earlier. I opened it and took out an ice cube. I gently massaged her
soles with the ice cube.
  "Mmmmmm.. ..that feels so good", she purred. I continued for a
while, taking a new ice cube when an old one had melted. After I had
dried her feet with her skirt, I gave her a long deep kiss.
  "God, you were sweet, when you lay there on the rug, asking for the
crop on your bare feet. I think I shall give you a little reward.
Stand on your knees." I helped her to change into a doggy style
position on the desk. I caressed her nice rounded behind, up her
thighs and around her back and belly. Then gently, with my tongue, I
stroked her outer pussy lips along the slit, before I let it slide
inside her. After a while I found her clit, and continued the
treatment there. There was no shortage of lubrication and wet my thumb
and started to massage her anus, carefully, still hanging on to her
clit. Anna begun to emit small, wonderful sounds.

  I pulled down my pants, and then I lifted her down onto the carpet,
like a little kitten. Gently and very slowly entered her little
sphincter. She gasped. It squeezed wonderfully tight around my cock,
and I hardly dared to move at all. Before I came, I wanted her close
against me, so I lay down over her carefully and kissed her. I
exploded inside her. We lay on the carpet, just holding each other for
a while. I put my clothes back on and carried her down to my car. I
drove her home and she fell asleep almost immediately in my arms.


                            *      *      *    

I'll try to write more stories of this kind. If you liked it, let me
know.

John (sldscpl@hotmail.com)

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