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Detention (Part Five)
🕑 Added 2023-03-22 11:59:01 +0000 UTCBut he has no choice, he can’t give up. He starts running again in a different direction. If he can just get clear of her desk, she won’t be able to chase him without arousing suspicion.
Once again her foot blocks him, and this time she uses it to shove him back to almost where he started, under her chair. He tries again, sprinting towards the front. This time she catches him between her toes and lifts him off the floor. He tries to squirm out but, humiliatingly, she has no trouble holding him, even with just her toes.
She moves him back once again to the base of her chair, but keeps him pinned down. Still just using her toes, she rolls him onto his back so that he’s looking directly up at her. He’s infuriated to see her stifling hysterical laughter.
Pinning him down with one foot, she uses the big toe of her other foot to gently scrape the gum off of his face. He tries to scream but she presses down hard enough to squeeze the air out of him.
He looks up at her questioningly, hoping for some clue as to why he’s under her foot and how long she plans to keep him there. Smirking down at him, she mimes kissing, and gestures towards her foot with a little nod of her head. She wants him to kiss her foot.
He shakes his head vigorously. She shrugs, as if to say suit yourself. Looking away towards the front of the class, she shifts her foot so that his entire body, face included, is completely under it.
The smell of her foot from this position is overwhelmingly unpleasant. He squirms to free himself but it’s useless, she has him trapped.
He sighs and reluctantly kisses her foot. Nothing happens. He tries again, but she still ignores him. He tries to get her attention by thrashing his body, but she simply giggles and keeps her foot in place.
Fuming, he tries again. This time she moves her foot so that his face is visible to her between her toes. He kisses her toe and then looks up at her questioningly, mouthing the words Happy now?
She shakes her head and gestures cheerfully for him to keep going. Blinking with enraged disbelief, he holds back a wretch and starts making out with her toe, open mouthed and with tongue.
She starts giggling and he blushes. She lets him humiliate himself like this for a couple of minutes, then she picks him up between her toes again and passes his body to her hand.
“Good boy, Bunny!” she whispers, and kisses him. “You’re learning your place, at your Goddess’ feet.”
He scowls up at her.
“Say thank you, Bunny.”
“What…!”
“Shh.” She squeezes him so that all he can get out is a quiet groan. “I just let you kiss my feet, Bunny,” she whispers. “You’re really lucky that a beautiful Goddess like me would let a little tiny Bunny like you live at her feet, as her pet. Say thank you.”
He sighs. “Thank you, Goddess.”
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for letting me kiss your feet, Goddess.”
“Good boy! Who’s my good Bunny?”
He doesn’t say anything. She raises her eyebrows warningly.
“I’m your good Bunny, Goddess.”
“Good boy!” She gives him a very wet kiss that lasts a long time, playing with his hair with her tongue. Then she whispers “Okay Bunny, time to get back to pleasing your Goddess. You know that’s what you’re for.”
She puts him down on her chair, between the towering walls of her legs. Smiling down at him, she gestures for him to come to her, into the darkness up her skirt to the patch of bright pink silk between her thighs.
He doesn’t move.
She raises her eyebrows, still smiling. Daring him to defy her.
He hears the teacher up front, still talking. This could be his last chance to escape before she takes him home. And who knows what she’ll do to him then.
He turns around and runs to the edge of the chair.
“Tsk tsk tsk,” she says quietly.
It’s a big jump down from the chair to the floor, and he hesitates. But he has no choice. He braces himself to take the leap when suddenly the ground beneath him quakes, and he loses his footing. He realizes to his horror that she’s tilting the chair back. He scrambles to get a grip on the edge of the chair, hoping to pull himself up and jump off, but the angle just keeps getting steeper and he starts to slide.
Looking over his shoulder he sees her giggling down at him as she leans back further and further in the chair. He scrambles to try and climb up but it’s too steep and there’s nothing for him to grip. Below him, approaching with alarming speed, is the darkness between her thighs. Her panties are stained darker now because she’s getting herself wet by toying with him. When he’s almost at her skirt he starts to smell her. He panics and starts scrambling even more frantically, making her giggle even more.
Finally he falls flat into the wet patch at the front of her panties. His scrambling continues to get him nowhere, and suddenly he feels the fleshy walls of her legs closing in around him. He’s engulfed in darkness as she calmly crosses her legs, trapping him between her thighs and pressed up against her panties, which are warm and soaking wet. He feels a disorienting shift in gravity when she brings her chair back to level ground. She holds him there for the rest of the class, entirely engulfed in the warm wetness between her thighs.
