Message-ID: <5847eli$9711252200@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: harkonin@hotmail.com (HaRkOnIn) Subject: SeanA's Collection [REPOST] -=The Sole Discipline=- (By: John) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Sent-via: StarNet http://www.azstarnet.com/ Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <347a6d23.3237083@news.azstarnet.com> 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) ============================================ HaRkOnIn harkonin@hotmail.com Web Page: http://www.azstarnet.com/files/Authors/Sean/wwwa Sex Stories: http://www.azstarnet.com/~ajew ============================================ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /