"Excuse me, but who are you?" asked a teacher, she was actually attractive. About 28? But you knew you weren't supposed to be at this prep school during the summer.
"Oh, uh..." you stuttered, "I came to help my friend study."
"That's not permitted here," she said to you, sternly, "You can't be here!" Oh no, you were in trouble. "Come with me," she ordered. You had no choice but to go with her. What about Clara? Maybe she would understand.
The corridors were creepily empty and every step echoed throughout the school. You got more and more nervous as you approached her classroom. Finally you both were outside the door. Your heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was trying to burst out of your chest. You both entered the room and she sat in her desk, filled with paperwork.
"Come over here." She said, pointing to a spot beside her. You oblige. Once you stand there she smiles.
"Would you like to explain what you really are doing here?" She asked and you shake your head. You didn't want to tell her. At this point you can't help but look at her feet. You notice that she was in tights and black high heel shoes.
"Well then, if you won't speak, you will be punished," she said. But to your surprise, she slipped off her heels and put her feet on her desk.
"What are you doing, ma'am?!" you asked in shock.
"You're punishment is going to have to keep my feet happy. That is, if you don't want to get in serious trouble. So go on..." It then dawned on you that this wasn't normal. No, this was not normal at all this was playing right into your fetish.
This was too good to be true. However, you didn't want her to know you actually liked her feet. So you just played along.
How do you respond?
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