“I-I think I changed my mind. Sorry Ms. Bertenelli!” you stutter.
Your teacher’s chair turns away from yours.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t get my hopes up. I’m not surprised, you can’t stay awake for my lessons so I didn’t expect you to have enough enthusiasm to rub my feet… put my shoe back on” Helena chides, planting her foot on the edge of the desk.
You hold her pump aloft, reeling at her indignation. Feeling a spark of rebellion, you ignore her request.
She stares you down.
Helena’s lip curls “Do not make me repeat myself…” within moments, your teacher is on her feet.
You gulp, realizing what a dreadful mistake you’ve made.
Hot with anger, Helena seizes your wrist “don’t think you can’t be punished just because you’re already in detention!” she snaps.
Ms. Bertenelli jostles her shoe over your nose, wielding the smelly insole against you.
Your nostrils collide with the fetor of moist leather and vinegar – much, much stronger than you had bargained for. You shudder.
This spontaneous act of domination thrills you to the core.
Helena continues to administer the olfactory punishment until your eyes water, glaring imperiously at you.
“Now put my shoe back on my foot where it belongs” she quips, plunging her buttocks back into the chair.
“Yes ma’am” you squeak.
Your teacher is less than amused to find all of this stimulation has resulted in an erection...
“A smelly-foot boner? you really are just another teen degenerate” Helena mutters, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m sorry! I realy like your feet! I was just nervous” you croak, slumping in your seat.
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