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"No, no please... I've learned my--"
"--lesson? Hmm, I'm still not convinced. Some lessons are hard-learned, and I'd say you might need a little more seat-time for it to really sink in,"
"N-No, no more... you have my respect, please... not again..." she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
Her toes twitched involuntarily while staring at the comb. In anyone else's hands, it would be utterly harmless, but when Henry held it aloft it seemed a fearsome tickle tool, and the malicious look on his face gave her the distinct impression that he intended on using it as such. Reduced to tears and pushed beyond her limits, the time spent in the back seat of his car had been a gruelling test of endurance, and sadly it wasn't over yet. Paralyzed with fear, she attempted to speak, but the words caught in her throat as Henry lowered the comb to her trapped bare soles, and once again the sounds of sweet, suffered laughter drifted on the cool evening breeze.
DRIVE
by tklmyfeet
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoLove the soft soles descriptions and details. Makes me feel like I’m there getting a whiff of bare, sweaty, scrunched up, wrinkled soles!
Anonymousover 1 year agoAnother excellent story, thank you for the time and effort you put into these.
