I always enjoyed having my feet rubbed and tickled. When I was a kid, one of my childhood friends and I tickled each other's feet when we sat on opposite ends of the couch.
I had all but forgotten about that until he started caressing my heels and arches with his fingertips, sending chills down my spine. He massaged them lightly, almost putting me into a damn trance.
This wasn't that bad. I'm not happy that I am enjoying my stalker's touch. I think I’m losing my mind now. Once he finished rubbing my heels and toes, he leaned towards me with an evil smirk on his lips. I knew my time of reckoning had come. I owed him a punishment.
“So, Kitten. You are all wrapped up, shiny, and new. I need you to lie on your stomach so I can apply some cream to your bottom. Then, I believe there is thematter of your penance. Which did you pick? Pain or humiliation?”
I could feel my heart thud loudly in my chest as I lay on my stomach. I knew this was coming, but until I had to submit to his discipline, I just pushed it out of my mind. I kept myself in denial until it was showtime.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Hopefully, it won’t take too long. I wasn’t sure if the welts were gone or not. I glanced behind me.
"While you’re having the time of your life back there, how does my bottom look?”
He sounded amused as he applied the soothing ointment.
“I’ll be having the time of my life when I fuck that smart mouth of yours, Kitty."
I couldn’t believe how far I pushed my luck.
His voice took on a more serious tone.
"The welts are almost completely faded, like I knew they would be. As much as you would like to think I left scars, I didn’t. I know I spanked you hard, but I held back a lot of my strength. If I had let loose on those perfectly round cheeks, you would not have been able to sit for a week."
He threw a wicked grin my way.
" So, what's it going to be, Kitty? Pain or humiliation?”
I bit the inside of my cheek as I sat up on the bed, looking my stalker in the eye.
“Will my butt bleed if I choose the pain?”
He leaned in and stroked my hair gently. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here with a madman who was sharing a tender moment with me right now, and inabout five minutes, he would either be beating my ass with his hand, a whip, or humiliating me to tears.
It was mind-blowing.
“Well, hon, your bottom looks pretty good right now, so another spanking won't break your skin. Your welts are all but gone.” I cleared my throat again, feeling nervous. The palms of my hands began to sweat.
“W-will you use your hand again?”
He continued stroking my hair while smiling at me.
"Well, now that is none of your business, Kitty. You don’t need to know anything before it happens. What good would the punishment do? I gave you the choice, though. If you don’t want to feel any physical pain, we can go with humiliation. Now, let’s get to it. I have wasted enough time dawdling. What’s it going to be?”
I fidgeted on the bed, wringing my hands in my lap. As much as I hate being humiliated, I also hate being spanked.
I didn't know if he would use a whip, cane, or flogger on me. Do I feel like not being able to sitandstand? Nah, I think I'll pass. Humiliation was my choice. I could feel my ears burning from embarrassment. I don’t know what I am embarrassed about yet, but I know he wouldn’t go easy on me. This is how he gets his kicks.
He shrugged.
“Okay, have it your way. Humiliation is. I will ask you to remove your dress. I will punish you while you are naked.
My hands shook as I removed the frock he had just put on me. The room was always chilly because he had the air conditioner set at sub-zero temperatures.
My nipples were erect from the cold. He looked at me, unperturbed by my uneasiness.
“Get on all fours, Kitten. I want you spread open so I can see your tight asshole and pussy.”
My stomach was doing flips. I felt my face burn with embarrassment as I got down on all fours like a dog and opened my legs for the sick pervert.
