Part 39
"Do you want myself, Mrs. H, Jamie, or Sarah to be the first to punish you?" Principal Amy plainly states. I think to myself... none are good options; they all have their own way of torturing me! But maybe if I choose Sarah; she will just kick me a few times and then my punishment will be over. Before I finish my thought, Mrs. H informs me "I guess we will have to choose for you, since you won't decide." Jamie jumps in "I guess he can start with me!" I am pissed! They didn't even give me 5 seconds to think about it and decide! But now my fate is sealed... all I can do now is hope Jamie doesn't have anything too terrible planned for me. Principal Amy speaks again "it's settled then! Let's get going." They all stand up and head towards the door. Goddess looks at me expectantly. "What are you waiting for, slave?" I stand up and follow behind them. We reach the parking lot when I get really confused... there isn't any cars. But I thought they said we were going to Mrs. H's house? Goddess seems to read my thoughts "we are going to run the 10 miles to my house... most of us are going to run it at least! Hahahahahaha!!!" They all burst out laughing at her joke, except me. I didn't understand why it was so funny. They finally calm down when she starts talking again "you will be carrying Jamie on your shoulders; but I still expect you to keep up! So, to help motivate you to run fast, for every minute slower than me that you arrive at my house, Sarah is going to kick you in the balls!" Jamie coldly demands "On your knees!" I drop to my knees as she immediately climbs on. She sits down on my shoulders with her feet resting on my chest. Her weight hurts my neck and makes my knees feel weak. "On your feet!" She demands. I struggle, but finally get standing. Sarah walks in front of me facing me "I really hope you are fast runner! I've been told I kick harder than a mule!" She then steps aside as Mrs. H takes her place. She is holding something in her hand. Soon she brings it to my mouth. It's her nasty sweaty running socks! She shoves it deep into my mouth! The taste is horrible! I am gagging on the awful taste. But then Jamie wraps a rope around my mouth; I quickly realize it is the reigns Goddess used to guide me around before. She turns my head side to side before stating "yes this will be perfect!" While still reeling from the shock of the disgusting sock gag and reigns, Principal Amy comes into view holding her high heels. She shoves the insoles onto my nose and begins taping them in place. "You can enjoy these wonderful smelling heels on our little leisurely run! Haha!" Then in flash, Sarah, Mrs. H, and Principal Amy take off running. I am still processing everything that just happened. I have an extra 170 pounds resting on my shoulders, a pair of nasty sweaty running socks filling my mouth, a pair of absolutely torturous smelling shoes taped to my nose and now they expect me to run? I couldn't keep up with Mrs. H running even without all of this! This is inhumane I think to myself. But Jamie just kicks the heel of her shoe into my chest. "You better start running! Sarah won't hold back with her kicks! Haha" I muster up all of my strength and slowly start running. I only make it a few feet before my breathing starts getting heavy! Another 50 feet and my legs are on fire! I am forced to take big deep breaths through Principal Amy's stinky shoes! I am running as fast as possible, but Jamie weighs more than I do! After much struggle, I finally make it 1 mile. Jamie laughs as I cross the intersection "18 minutes per mile! You better pick it up... unless you just really don't like your balls! Haha!" What!?!? 18 minutes!? I thought for sure I was running way faster than that! I press on. 4 miles into the 10-mile run; Jamie chuckles and speaks "I feel kind of bad... I know I'm not the lightest. Would you like me to get off and run with you?" I shake my YES! She then says "you will owe me so big for doing this for you!" I shake my head yes again. She then yanks on the reigns which in turn rips my head backwards. I stop running. "On your knees!" I drop onto my knees and she steps off my shoulders. It feels like the weight of the world has just been lifted! Jamie does a quick stretch and announces "Let's go!" As she takes off running. I take off after her. She is incredibly fast! I have to sprint as fast as I can and still barely keeping up with her. She doesn't even seem to be trying that hard. We sprint in silence for 2 miles before she says anything. "We are only going about 7 minutes per mile pace... would you like to speed up?" She spoke in such a normal tone; you can't tell she has already ran 2 miles! She is clearly not winded at all! I am gassed, and ready to pass out from breathing so hard through my nose which is still covered by a horribly stinky shoe! I shake my head NO! She just laughs and keeps the same effortless (for her) pace. Another 2 miles down. Then suddenly I am falling flat on my face. She just tripped me! I'm pretty sure I just broke my nose and several ribs from the fall. I am gasping for air. Every breath hurts! She just casually steps on my back, squats down, and laughs at me "Hahahahahaha! What are you doing down there? We still have 2 more miles to go! Haha." She steps off demanding "on your knees! I guess you can carry me the rest of the way!" I slowly and painfully sit up. I am still gasping for air, but all I get is stink! She then jumps onto the back of my neck nearly knocking me down again. "Up! Let's go!" Is all she said. I finally stand up and begin moving again. It takes a great deal of effort on my part to run but I manage. The next 2 miles were uneventful. I am more tired and sore than I have ever been in my while life; I finally see Mrs. H's house! I never thought I would be so happy to see her house! I run the last few feet finally my feet touch her driveway, then the sidewalk, finally her steps onto her front porch! I just reach the door; stretch my hand out, and grab the knob and start to twist it when suddenly I hear....

ESTÁS LEYENDO
Under the teachers desk
FantasíaA story about how I become my teachers footslave. Living everyday under her desk and worshipping her feet. I am forced to smell her feet, lick her shoes, tongue bathe her feet, and serve as her footstool.