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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."
"What is it 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, masturbating on the toilet is a serious misdemeanour and a spanking
just wouldn't do. Forgetting to lock the door was really stupid. 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."
"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, but on the same time they are
very tough. The cane can leave nasty marks on a bare bottom but the soles can be
given hard painful strokes without any lasting marks. 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 this
masturbation business of yours is serious. I say you will get twelve.
Twelve strokes to the sole of each foot, plus two extra hard strokes for your
silly questions. Now, I want you to take a moment of reflection and think about
the hazards of masturbating 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"
"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. 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."
"Completely wrong! You shall say how many strokes, where and with what. Also,
you shall call me sir. You just gained another two extra hard strokes, making a
total of six. Now, do it all over again!"
"Please.. ..can I have twelve strokes.. ..on each sole of my feet.. ..with
this riding whip.. ..and can I also have six extra hard strokes, Sir?"
"Certainly, young lady, certainly. Just lie down on your back here on this rug,
barefooted, if you please." I waited while she took off her boots and stockings.
She then took place on the rug.
"Now, 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.
There, excellent!" 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 nonreflective 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, unless I say so."
I made a 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"

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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 sole. 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 pads of her heels, instead of
the pads at the toe end. 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. After these twelve strokes her soles had attained a
lovely red color and the sight was even more pleasurable as tiny pebbles of
sweat were visible between her toes and around the rims of her heels.
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 glistering 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 didn'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.
"Do you really think we should start all over?"
"Oh god, please no, ..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 WHATT! "Aaiih! aaii! aaih!"

"I advise you not to curl your toes. Even if you are stupid, I don't think you
would like the snap on your 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 six to her heel pads, reproduced the previous yelping and
whimpering.
"Good, you took it pretty well." I said after she had recovered a little,
massaging her soles with her fingers. "If you had behaved well earlier, it would
be over by now, but you still have your extra strokes left. Three to each sole,
extra hard. But you will be allowed to change to a more comfortable 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, then I put the chair next to the desk.
"Anna, please come over here." She, hesitantly, got to her feet and walked
tiptoe on her sore feet to the chair. "Put your knees on the chair and your feet
on the arm rest, padded by your skirt." I adjusted the angle of her feet on the
arm rest, so they were nearly horizontal. "Lie down over the desk, if you
please." 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 hard 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, on Anna's left sole. Hard.

Sssshhhhiiii SCHWACK! " ..AAOOOWWIIH!"

There was a short delay after the blow, then she emitted a high pitched yelp,
stirring on the desk.
"Thank you, Sir. May I have the second stroke, extra hard, please?" She sobbed.
I gave her several seconds for the pain to soak in before I delivered the second
stroke to her right sole, equally hard.

Sssshhhhiiii WACK! "AAIIIIH! AIIH! AIIH!"

"Pleeeease! I can't take any more, pleease, pleeeeeease." She was crying.
"Well, You seem to have learned your lesson. I think you had enough." I stroked
her back gently, then I helped her to her knees on the chair and put my arms
around her.
"Oh god, thank you." she sobbed softly against my shoulder, seeking comfort.
I just held her for a while, stroking her back and neck lightly. "You have been
very brave, taking all those strokes to your tender feet. I have something for
you." 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 and started to lick her sore soles. Her soles were still deeply red,
warm and tasted a little salty. The pads of her soles were slightly swollen.
I licked between and around her toes. She closed her eyes and leaned her head
back, with a smile on her face. 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 good." 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 all the way from her feet, up her thighs and around her back and
belly. Then I gently, stroked her outer pussy lips along the slit, with my
tongue, before I let it slip in between and uncover her clit. There was no
shortage of lubrication and wet my thumb and started to massage her anus,
carefully, still hanging on to her clit. She emitted small, wonderful moans of
pleasure. I quickly remowed most of my clothes, and pulled her over me, down on
the carpet. I entered her, and we started to fuck, kissing passionately.
It didn't take very long before I came inside her, my arms around her, still
kissing deeply.
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.