Hi all. This is for the guy who keeps e-mailing me and asking me to post another experience I have had. (And you know who you are!) Okay, this is from when I was 18 and it has a "yuck" factor of about 4 . . .you will see what I mean. If you are squeamish please avoid this post. For the rest of you, read on:
I was 18 and about to graduate from high school. It was finals week and the year had not long to go so my best friend Guinivere and I decided to go to class real casual, like t-shirts, old jeans . . .and barefoot.
Nobody said anything because the year was almost over and we were seniors anyway so what could they do to us? We got away with this for three days but on the 4th day as I was finishing my biology final my teacher, Mr. H------ (I can't use his name because he may still be out there somewhere) asked me to stay after I handed in my paper. I knew right away what he wanted since he was a by-the-book uptight sort of guy. He even wore bowties! Well I was right, he mentioined my being in school with unshod feet and he mentioned that he thought it was unladylike. I replied "I'm not a lady, I'm a teenager. Besides the year is almost over." Well he sort of bristled at that show of independance and grabbed my right ankle, pulling my foot up into his lap. After walking around barefoot all day my soles were dirty, naturally. He looked at my grimy foot for a moment and said "Not good enough." then he pulled a black ink pad from his desk drawer and rubbed it on my sole! When it was totally black he did the same to my other foot! They he wrapped his arm around my ankles and started tickling my filthy feet! It turned out he was turned on by dirty soles!
He knew a thing or two about tickling, sliding his fingers up and down my soles, under my toes and around my insteps. I was squirming around in my chair and laughing like mad but he continue to torture me. Finally a screamed that I couldn't stand it anymore but he said "This is what a little rebel like you deserves." and continued to tickle my grimy, but still highly sensitive, feet.
After 30 long minutes he stopped and released me. I was in tears and my chest hurt from laughing so much. Mr. H----- picked up his grade book and made a notation. As I stood up and started to leave he showed me what he had just written. Beside my name was a 4.0 for the whole year! I noticed that several other girls names had the same high grade and I wondered if he had done the same to them. (I never found out but who cared, I passed and that was enough!)
The next day Guinivere and I came for our last tests, barefoot and in jeans once again but I did not see my biology teacher. When Guin asked me how my test had gone I just said "I aced it. In fact I laughed after I handed it in."
I was 18 and about to graduate from high school. It was finals week and the year had not long to go so my best friend Guinivere and I decided to go to class real casual, like t-shirts, old jeans . . .and barefoot.
Nobody said anything because the year was almost over and we were seniors anyway so what could they do to us? We got away with this for three days but on the 4th day as I was finishing my biology final my teacher, Mr. H------ (I can't use his name because he may still be out there somewhere) asked me to stay after I handed in my paper. I knew right away what he wanted since he was a by-the-book uptight sort of guy. He even wore bowties! Well I was right, he mentioined my being in school with unshod feet and he mentioned that he thought it was unladylike. I replied "I'm not a lady, I'm a teenager. Besides the year is almost over." Well he sort of bristled at that show of independance and grabbed my right ankle, pulling my foot up into his lap. After walking around barefoot all day my soles were dirty, naturally. He looked at my grimy foot for a moment and said "Not good enough." then he pulled a black ink pad from his desk drawer and rubbed it on my sole! When it was totally black he did the same to my other foot! They he wrapped his arm around my ankles and started tickling my filthy feet! It turned out he was turned on by dirty soles!
He knew a thing or two about tickling, sliding his fingers up and down my soles, under my toes and around my insteps. I was squirming around in my chair and laughing like mad but he continue to torture me. Finally a screamed that I couldn't stand it anymore but he said "This is what a little rebel like you deserves." and continued to tickle my grimy, but still highly sensitive, feet.
After 30 long minutes he stopped and released me. I was in tears and my chest hurt from laughing so much. Mr. H----- picked up his grade book and made a notation. As I stood up and started to leave he showed me what he had just written. Beside my name was a 4.0 for the whole year! I noticed that several other girls names had the same high grade and I wondered if he had done the same to them. (I never found out but who cared, I passed and that was enough!)
The next day Guinivere and I came for our last tests, barefoot and in jeans once again but I did not see my biology teacher. When Guin asked me how my test had gone I just said "I aced it. In fact I laughed after I handed it in."
