“Paul. In here now please.”
Keeping my voice calm would be necessary to convey my disapproval, I reminded myself as Paul hauled himself through the doorway.
“Do you have an explanation for this?” I asked firmly, gesturing at our mess filled suitcase.
“The… The clothes? I’m doing them tomorrow… In the morning! We’ve got heaps of time!” he snapped.
I knew what needed to happen. All week I’d been nervous about this but the time had come.
“Paul, you were asked to have everything folded and not only has my request not been met, I’ve got crumpled outfits and now I’ve been spoken back to.”
“Hey, I’m nearly at a hundred points that’s got to count for something??” he asked desperately. “You can’t keep taking them away like this!”
I moved slowly toward the chair at the dresser, sat down, crossed my legs and contemplated a moment.
“I agree bud. You’ve earned those points fair and square, and I’d rather not take any away… However, there must be consequences for disappointing me. Go to the closet and fetch my black leather heels, I’ll need something closed toe for this.”
Paul nervously did as he was told, placing my stilettos on the floor in front of me diligently. I wasn’t going to feel guilty about this, he knew the rules and I deserved respect.
“Unbuckle and change to the closed toe pair,” I informed.
Imagining the worry that must be racing through him was getting me heated again. It was a shame we’d have to leave soon. After all straps were loose, I pointed my toes forward, allowing Paul to slide a stiletto onto each foot, the heel clasping tightly with a satisfying thud.
“Good. Now pants off. I’d like you kneeling in the center of the room with knees apart and hands behind your head.”
He did as commanded. I bit my bottom lip eagerly as I finally got to see a week’s worth of restraint. I’d never seen something so desperate. Veiny blue and red pressed against Paul’s plastic confines with such hopelessness. I remember considering a steel device but opted for something cheaper. I hadn’t even considered the benefit of enjoying all the visible details through a clear cage like this.
I paced slowly over to him, trying to hide my excitement. Maybe it was my new golden panties but I didn’t feel any of the uncertainty I thought I would. Only confident authority.
“Paul, I’m going to give you a little kick. Not a big one, a little one will do. I’m not happy about this but I have been disappointed and now the price must be paid.”
Paul sat motionless, his fearful gaze fixed on his graduation gift. He knew arguing wouldn’t improve his sentence.
“Now stay still for me, this will only take a second,” I informed, raising my right foot behind me a few inches to give some swing to my motion.
I kicked forward landing a blow awkwardly between Paul’s legs, resulting in a muffled crunching sound. He’d flinched at the last moment leaving me off balance. I recentered myself and posed firmly again.
“I need you to stay still for me Paul, there’s no use in making this difficult. Hands back behind your head. It’s important I feel safe while I’m teaching you.”
His eyes had moved from my body to the floor. As I raised my foot again, he clenched them shut, keeping perfectly still.
This time a pleasing whack sprung from Paul’s groin as I made perfect contact with the exposed weakness dangling below.
“Uggh,” he groaned.
I hadn’t hit him that hard, I thought but I wasn’t about to let him off easy. I wanted this imprinted on his mind permanently. I let my hand slip between my legs for a brief second while he was hunched forward. I’d said one but the feeling was glorious.
“One more for good measure now. Back up. And this time I’d like eyes open.”
He sat up, watery eyed but composed. His plastic cage looked as though it was about to burst. He was enjoying this as much as I was, I knew it.
“This time, eyes on your graduation present. I want to see you watch my G-string while I give you this last kick.”
I bit my bottom lip again, unable to hide my delight as I struck forward, harder than the last two and landing perfectly.
“Uggh!” he grunted loudly.
Not wanting to be tempted by the chance for another thrill, I turned away and placed myself back on the chair by the dresser. Cross legged, I studied my now dirtied heel and the hunched over groaning cause behind it. I was proud of myself, having overcome my nervousness and getting the job done.
“Quickly now,” I commanded softly, gesturing at my toe.
Paul crawled slowly forward, still in a whimpering, dishevelled state. He sat legs crossed below me, placing his hand under the sole of my right heel and bending downward, he planted a gentle kiss on the black pointed toe before him.
“Thankyou Amy.”
My disappointment had well and truly dissolved as I gazed down. He continued kissing, moving up and down the sides of my foot with loving gratitude. I never thought he could be broken in this thoroughly.
I pointed my toe toward his lips and pushed forward. After brief resistance he opened to let the sole of my heel rest flat against his tongue.
“Clean,” I ordered.
A smile spread across my face as I felt movement under my toes, a tongue for my sole and lips to polish away the scuffs of Paul’s lesson, I thought peacefully.
“I think these might become my teaching heels from now on Pauly… I’m sure I won’t need them often but safe to say you’ll be a bit more careful from now on.”
Paul licked every inch of leather until it was shinier than new. His adoring, broken face reflected back at him as he kissed the cleavage between each toe.
“Well done buddy that will do. Go on put some pants back on and get ready for dinner, we’re already late.”
*****
Darkness settled through humid air. The nights were warmer down here and we hadn’t seen rain all weekend. Amy would be pleased with that after the soaking we had back home, I thought, pulling into the drive. I just wanted her to be happy.
Opening my door, I ran through the tense dinner we had shared as I walked nervously to the back seat. This would be it, I could feel it. One more to go.
Amy had been chirpy all evening and was acting like everything was normal. I couldn’t bear to look away from my meal but enjoyed her company all the same.
At ninety-nine points I wasn’t about to rock the boat now. Driving us there was one, pulling out her chair was another. I had even laid my jacket over a puddle so Amy wouldn’t get her shoes wet… She was so impressed, I was awarded three more. The soreness of her kicks was fading but being locked away had become more unbearable by the second. I could barely process her harshness before, the frustration being all I could stomach.
I opened the rear passenger door and extended my hand. An approving smile glinted up at me as Amy swivelled her body. Her foot met concrete while the lengthy slit of her light blue dress parted to reveal a long perfect leg. The key on her anklet bounced in the moonlight.
Remaining silent, she strolled confidently back to our room. I pictured her extravagant new panties swallowed up and twisting back and forth with each step.