Oh no –it just could not be – it is Miss Snowling, getting louder. I could almost sense the tap, tap through the floor. Miss Snowling must have been late as she was walking quite quickly and if anything seemed to be driving her steel tipped heels into the floor. I started to panic a bit but there was nothing I could do except maybe shout out but then would be discovered. My heart was pounding now, almost in time with the tap, tap, tap – the sound got louder until a muffled tap announced that Miss Snowling had reached the canvas and then the left shiny court came into view and then it all seemed to go into slow motion, I could see that the shoe was well worn on the sole and then the heel ! It seemed to be worn almost to a point and was aiming straight for the right side of my chest ! I braced myself as much as I could and then the heel arrived – firmly on the top of my ribcage just above the right nipple - the pain was unbelievable and I was sure that the heel was going to go right through me as more weight came off the right foot and onto me through the steel spike, but the heavy canvas must have blunted the point a bit and taken out some of the force and saved me from serious damage. As more weight was driven down the heel seemed to wobble until the sole pressed down onto the left side of my chest. The weight seemed to transfer from right to left until all the weight seemed to be on the sole and with a sort of twist Miss Snowling pushed off, there was another muffled tap on the canvas and then tap, tap, tap Miss Snowling continued on her way – she did not even break step and the sound faded away. I thought that this was the end, the right part of my chest where the heel had landed felt like it was on fire and the left part merely warm, but even then I felt good and pleased that I had survived the full weight of Miss Snowling through one of those spiky shoes.
Gradually the pain and heat faded and I started to relax again as throughout the school morning lessons began. Occasionally, one of the students would go to the toilets but they would not come down as far as I was.
I spent the next hour or so trying to relax and had almost dozed off again when the bell rang signalling morning break – within seconds the corridor was filled with the sound of girls chattering away and walking quickly or running towards me, suddenly the feet were upon me, all I saw was a blur of feet thumping down on or walking on me and it seemed that every girl in the college was in the corridor. This time I was not just being walked or stood on, I was being trampled down into the sand. I seemed to be getting used to it and enjoying it even more except when someone stepped heavily on where Miss Snowling’s heel had landed although I still preferred it to them missing me completely. The surge dried to a trickle so that I could then look at the feet more closely as they either stepped on me or passed. One of the older, bigger girls came back in and scored a direct hit on my belly with her right well worn flattie just as I had breathed out and it winded me. I was thinking that he was glad I had missed breakfast that morning and was just starting to recover again when “offfffh” direct hit again in the same place with the other foot as she went out again.
Some of the girls started to go back to class before the bell went so it was a bit easier to take, then I heard some of the girls complaining that the headmaster had told the school that they must stay outside during lunchtimes except when having their lunch or when the weather was bad. However I still wanted more and was starting to think about other ways to get under all those feet as I could not use the corridor all the time as not only would my absence be missed, eventually the trench would be refilled.
Lunchtime came and most of the girls went to lunch first and then started to move around the corridor. I was trampled on quite a bit and then during a lull heard one of my favorite sounds swishy flop, swishy flop – it was of course the Miss’s and they seemed to be walking slowly. They were chattering away as usual and as they got closer I was hoping that this time at least one of them would score a hit when again it seemed to go into slow motion and he saw Miss French’s right sandal line up with my chest and Miss Flower’s right flip flop lined up with my belly one of my greatest wishes was about to happen but could I take it ? I was about to find out as both heels made contact at the same time, the sudden weight was unimaginable as both the teachers weight pressed down through their heels, but then, as the weight came off their left feet and their right soles pressed down gently but ever so firmly I could then feel the combined weight of about 40 stone (350 lbs) on me, I could feel my ribcage bending under the soft crepe sole and thought that my ribs would break, fortunately, Miss French stepped just below Miss Snowling’s hit. As for my belly it felt that it was squashed completely flat under the very soft flip flop – they both seemed to pause on me but it was only for a brief time and then simultaneously all the weight was on the balls of their feet and they pushed off seeming to almost roll my body over slightly. I just lay there (I couldn’t do anything else could I ?) thinking how lucky I had been – under three teachers the same day – I had even survived the spikes. It was at this stage that “Mr Happy” started to well and truly wake up.
Although, there was still a few girls coming in and out I kept thinking about the teachers but thought that it must have been very much a one off. Some of the girls were hanging around the corridor and one group of about four or five were standing on the canvas and two of them spent some time actually standing on me as they moved around, but their weight even though the larger of the two had hard soled shoes on they did not feel heavy at all compared to what I had just experienced although I did get most of my body walked or stood on for about five minutes.
I almost froze as I heard the familiar tap, tap, tap coming and heard Miss Snowling chasing the girls out of the corridor, she remarked that she would have to stay in the corridor to keep them out ! I heard Miss Snowling moving around in the storeroom and wondered what she was doing when she came out with a large plank of wood. Miss Snowling then walked over towards me and although I could see the front of her shoes to the left of me could not see what she was doing except that I could hear her doing something with my boxes – was it discovery time I thought?
Just then the shoes turned away and then I saw the weight go off them, Miss Snowling must be sitting on the plank that must now be across the boxes. The legs stretched out at a slight angle and the heels ended up resting on my left arm. They did not stay like this for long, they were on the move all the time, first the left leg crossed the right and then the other way round, then they would move back and forth as though Miss Snowling was either unable to get comfortable or was “playing” with whatever was under the canvas….
A couple of girls went to the toilets missing me but when they came out one of them walked on my left shin but the other one tripped over Miss Snowling’s left foot and landed heavily on my right arm. After the girls had left Miss Snowling then put both feet on my chest and shuffled around to sit squarely on the plank with her feet resting on my chest with the heels about 6” from my face. They were that close that I could see the size – 6.5 UK (10 eur), I could also smell something and then I realized that it was the warm leather of the shoes with a smell of what ? I thought that it was a nice gentle aroma so it must be female feet. Miss Snowling kept her feet fairly still now as if she was satisfied with her “footing”, occasionally she would shuffle on her seat and press down a bit with the heels and soles but it was more than bearable and felt quite pleasant.
I still got the occasional hits but now was concentrating on the closeness of the feet and looking very closely at the spiky steel heels – no wonder the pencil broke so easily and the pressure from the heel on his chest when Miss Snowling scored her “hit” was so intense. Sometime the feet would cross first one way then the other and then the right foot angled back till the heel was almost touching my face, it seemed to hover there for a while and the aroma was stronger, I was really enjoying it when it went back to its resting position on his chest, damm I thought but then it was replaced by the left one, this time closer and closer till it touched my chin. The heel moved around playing with my chin, if only Miss Snowling knew where her foot was and what it was doing ! I was concentrating so hard (not the only thing hard at this stage) on the shoe and was oblivious to the few girls walking on as they went to and from the toilets.
I was really glad that I had arranged the canvas so that I could see out of and begin to wonder if Miss Snowling had nice feet as they were always covered up in the shoes. Just then, both feet were moved back to the “rest position”, the feet came out of the shoes and pushed the shoes back to either side of my head and there they were, perfect, from what I could see of the soles and heels, they looked like they were soft and there was no signs at all of any rough or hard bits at all, the sweet foot aroma was stronger too. Then the left foot came back and the ball touched my chin that was just exposed above the canvas, Miss Snowling moved the foot up and down as if it itched and I wished so much that I could scratch it for her or move my face into the foot but I had to stay completely still. All too soon the foot moved away but it was replaced by the right one, this time the foot came even further back and it went almost dark as the ball covered my eyes. Miss Snowling moved this foot back and forth a bit and now I could actually feel the bottom of the foot on my forehead and could not believe just how soft it was – how could this be, when it was being walked on all day ? Now the toes were wiggling around and touching my nose, I had to hold my breath in case Miss Snowling felt the air movement on her foot and just could not believe my luck and thought I could defiantly stay there all day. Just when I was about to burst from holding my breath the feet were “put away” and retuned to the rest position on my chest.
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