Sonya - A Teacher but also a Goddess Part 2 (Fiction / Slightly long text) - Stories

Disclaimers:
1) I am against, and condemn, without reserve whatever *real thing* involving sex, eroticism, violence toward minors, animal and unconsenting people.
The following story, maybe the first of a series, contain a fictional, fantasious and unreal event.

2) I am not a native English Speaker, so forgive me for the amount of syntactical, grammatical and lexical errors (maybe point at me).

3) This story include some sort of femdom and a particular situation with a boy. If someone is disturbed (I was a little... lol) or offended. I will delete this piece of work immediately. I repeat, this is a work of fiction of a fictional situation not real life.

I really like your comments to my previous story, tell me what feeling are giving to you my writings and if those situation arouse you ;-).

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Sonya - A Teacher but also a Goddess Part 2 (Fiction)

Act 1

Sonya began her job at the "St. James Catholic Boarding School" the very next day after she spoke with Margaret.

The school was manned by civilian personnel, as well by some catholic nuns, and the pupils were aged 6 to 12 of both genders.

Sonya, as a young assistant teacher, was responsible assisting older teachers and taking care of pupils in need of extra care/lessons or help for homework.

The day she arrived an accident happened, and a child was brought to the hospital risking to lose an eye. The boy was scared and said he stumbled on the stairs. Sonya was worried and with many others teachers and schoolchildren in the yard, while she noticed a fat 12-years old, Barnie, laughing a lot while the ambulance drove away. She suspected something and a little feeling of rage began to grow in her...

One day she found Barnie beating Timmy, a very small frail and shy 10-years old. She screamed to Barnie, who grinned at her then ran away.

She took the hand of Timmy, that was still crying. "Boo-woo Miss Sonya. He robbed my lunch! He always do this! He also rob me the money mommy and daddy gave to me!"
"What a criminal!" - Sonya said - "Come on honey, I was going to my room, I also have a lunch box, we can share something." - Timmy smiled, while still tearful, and followed up on the stairs the young teacher. The sound of her golden heeled sandals on the marble stairs was unmistakable.

The room for Sonya wasn't small, and was comfortable: a bed, a chair and a desk, a private bathroom and a rocking couch (like this rocking chair, but stuffed with built-in cushions) in front of a TV.

Sonya wasn't in charge of Barnie class, Sister Mary was the the head teacher instead. Because Sonya didn't like Sister Mary (a 40th year old tall, dark haired lady) she preferred to ignore Barnie and began "escorting" Timmy often, taking him as one of her pupils.

She noticed how Timmy was too much afraid of walking alone, she disliked his attitude but understood the boy, one evening, after a long walk in the city visiting museums with classes, she was heading to her room, and found Timmy crouched on the door crying.

"Oh Dear! What happened?" - asked Sonya
"B-b-barnie beaten meee!" - replied the crying boy - "you left me alone!"
"Oh f..." - Sonya avoided at last dropping the f-bomb in front of the child - "I cannot be your shadow every day! You must grow some bal...ahem...courage little man!"

Sonya didn't like the tone of the child accusing her, and her hurting and sweating feet weren't helping her attitude! He needed to relax her divine extremities, he needed it now!

"Cmon little boy, came with me in the room" - said Sonya, immediately thinking: "let's see if you can be useful in some manner to me" - and then grinning.

She entered after Timmy, and locked the door. "See little Timmy, tonight we begin your training!"
"sniff sniff What training miss?" - asked the still crying boy.
"The training that will make you a fighter, one that has no fear." - Sonya sat on the bed, and then spoke firmly: "Come over there! On your knees"

Timmy was shaken and stayed in place looking Sonya with his big light brown eyes
"I said C-o-m-e here! And on your knees. NOW!"

--- Act 2 continue below ---

The kid was deep in fear but advanced trembling and dropped on his knees in fron of the Teacher. Then Sonya raised her left leg, she was wearing the same golden sandals he wore the day she met Timmy "Take my shoe off!"

Timmy, trembling, trafficked a little with the sandal's buckle and then he slid the shoe off. Immediately the boy was invested by a whiff of the odor created by a day-long walk.
He instinctively pulled off. "Stop now little man! You have a work to do!" - hearing that in an authoritarian tone, Tommy froze.

Sonya presented the other foot - "Now this" - and the boy complied, baring her delicate size 5 feet.

"Listen my dear. Both of us are in need of something. You need to overcome your fears and grow a little, while me... I have my feet hurting and I need a soft place for resting them, I need also them cleaned from the dirt and sweat."

Then she grabbed the boy, she undressed him leaving his shoes, pants and shirt because he was on the ground. The she laid him on the bed, with his back resting on the headboard.

She also sat on the bed then, in front of him. With her thighs she blocked his legs and she grabbed his wrists pinning him. She placed her feet on his chest.

"Look little coward. Those feet, from now on, are the only thing you must LEARN TO FEAR"
Timmy was trembling and tears began to flow - "Also, from now on, you are my property, and you will be assigned to the welfare of those feet." - Saying that she put her red polished little right foot on the face of the whining boy. "mmmshmmspf"

Timmy felt the hot, humid foot on all of his face... a strange aroma began burning his nostril so he resorted to breathing through the mouth, ingesting drop of salty sweat.

Then the foot suddenly lifted from his face, sliding to the left then slapping him on the side of the face. Sonya wasn't absolutely hitting him with violence, more a poke than a slap, but she knew that, for the fearful boy, that was enough to cause him cry.

"sniff sniff Miss Sonia why you do this sniff" - asked Timmy
Sonya didn't replied, she continued to slap him with both feet for a good 5 minutes. Then she rested both her gorgeous red toed feet on the face while Timmy continued sobbing.

"In this part of the training, you are learning to fear my feet." - she began to apply pressure, leaving the small nose of the boy between her feet, but pressing with the toe on his forehead and with the heels on the mouth.

She began to feel the boy struggling hopelessly, his tears mixing with her sweath. Then she lifted the feet, the boy opened the mouth for a scream but the feet fell immediately again on his face.

Sony wasn't hitting him, but contacting the face and then applying pressure. She smiled seeing, and feeling, the reddened soft face of his pupils being crushed by her pretty extremities.

She initiated an heavy routine: lifting the feet... then immediately pushing them back... lifting... slapping and pushing on a side the head and then again pressing on his cheek... lifting... slapping to straighten again the face and then pushing.

"Now we play a game. I want to see how long you can hold your breath" - Then she pressed a single foot on his nose and mouth. She began to smile seeing the face of Timmy swollen and reddening while his eye looked at her in fear. She counted to 10 and then lifted the feet, as soon Timmy tried to regain air she pushed immediately back across his nose and now semi-opened mouth.

She played a while, sometime hammering, gently but firmly, the face alternating her feet...like stepping. Timmy was destroyed, not for the pain but for his innate cowardice and fear of the unknown.

"Oh Gosh, now I am more tired and my feet are still reeking" - said Sonya while looking at the shacken kid. She took him, laid him on the ground, from chest down under the bed and began to look at him down, sitting on the border of the bed and pointing with her big toe the nose.

"Ok little man, now you know the power of my feet, when they are angry. Understand?"
"y-y-yess m-miss <sniff sob> Sonya"
"Now in this second part of the training you will learn of to placate that fury and taking care of them. I want to you lick my feet clean. Begin from the heel, continue on all the sole and then every single toe, under and between, must be cleaned with your little tongue. Understand?"
The kid stare at her, she placed her right foot across his face and ordered "Began the cleaning".

Timmy ehsitated a little but then showed half the tongue, placed it on the heel, tasting salty and smelling a strangely beautiful aroma. He began to lick slowly while Sonya closed the eye and she laid down herself on the bed.

She moved gently her foot, making sure her heel, then soles then toes were all licked thru. The other foot was placed on the chest of the boy where she felt his heart pulsing.

"Good boy Timmy, you learn fast! You are pleasing me in taking care of my tired feet" Sonya smiled again when chaging foot, repeating the routine. She felt Timmy's little hands sustaining her feet and thus helping him licking.

Timmy was confused but he began to like the act. Those evil feet who tormented him, now seemed a sweet beast that needed pampering and attention to placate its rage. He also began to have strange feeling, like tingling on his body, his pelvis and between his legs.

After the second foot was licked clean, Sonya placed both of them on the face of little Timmy and got up, sitting and watching down, toward the trembling and panting kid still under her feet.

"See honey? This is the service position. When I, your belobed Miss, need my feet serviced and pampered, I will order that to you. And you will get your little face under my feet as soon as possible."

Then she raised from the bed and dragged Timmy toward the rocking couch. Se sat on the couch, her cleaned red-toed little feet united. Timmy was standing in front of her. Reddened, confused and a little shacking.

"Now the third lessons in your training. How to properly address, greet and act in the presence of your Miss." - Said Sonya looking at him straight in the Eyes
"You learned why fear my feet. You learned how to please them, now you can reap the benefits of their power, mine power. From now on, every time you will be with me, you will be under my feet. They will protect you, and give courage."
"You will eat, study, play and rest beneath my divine lower extremities, understand?"
"y-y-es Miss"

"From now, every time you will come to me, you will greet me kneeling, and saying in a humble tone: 'Miss Sonya, I beg you to let me under your beautiful and divine feet'. After receiving the permission, you will lower your back and head and let me rest my feet on your neck. And you will remain there... silent and in prostration. Say it now!"

"M-m-m-iss Sonya... I ... I b-b-eg you to let me under your " started Timmy - "beautiful and divine feet, try to memorize!" - intervened Sonya. "Permission granted!" Sonya widened her legs and pointed the area where her feet were.
Timmy prostrated himself until his forehead touched that point and Sonya placed her gorgeous feet on the neck and head of the kid.

"Goooood boy Timmy! See...? Nothing and Nobody can now hurt you, because you are under my power" - then Sonya lit herself a cigarette, elbows on the couch's arms rest and slowing rocking forth and back, looking casually around. She was thinking that Little Timmy would need more lessons, but for the moment, she enjoyed his soft hairs under her soles. Her feet were satisfied after this long day...

We will return to Timmy and his feeling and his immediate experiences after this night. Regarding the life of timmy many years after this event, how he became a fearless and tough police investigator/negotiatior (and feet lover), is another story... ;)

To be continued....