You arrive to school the next morning tired out. You didn't get much sleep last night going over the previous afternoon's events in your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about your teacher's feet and footwear... the way that they look and smell. The visual image of you sniffing, kissing and playing with your teacher's feet and rubbing them against your face will probably stick in your mind for years to come. You also think about your teacher's well-worn shoes envisioning the task you've set out for yourself. Cleaning her pumps that afternoon had taken a surprising amount of work but you also felt a certain attachment to them because of their connection to your teacher's feet. Having to clean her shoes after school every day could be tedious perhaps but it is not something that you are completely unhappy about. A part of you is even looking forward to performing the task again.
The classes run by really slowly as you wait for the scheduled punishment with your teacher feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You sixth period class is actually with Helena but she doesn't make any reference to your appointment with her. She just teaches the class like she normally would. You glance at her feet several times during the lecture and notice she is wearing a nice pair of purple heels. As she walks over to write on the blackboard, you see how dusty their soles are. The bottoms of her shoes will probably take you a long time to clean.
This time despite your lack of sleep the previous night you make sure to keep yourself awake in class. About halfway through the lecture, your teacher catches two other students passing notes in the classroom and assigns them to detention too. It is then when the horrific realization dawns on you. You won't be alone with your teacher this time around. If she makes you shine her shoes for her, other students would see it. High school students aren't exactly known for being the most understanding bunch. If you were seen taking care of your teacher's shoes by other people you would be teased relentlessly.
You spend the next two periods agonizing about the situation trying to think of a way out of it. The only solution that occurs to you is to try to be the first one to arrive for detention and hope that you can reason with your teacher. Maybe she won't make you shine her shoes in front of everyone else.
As soon as that last period bell rings, you make a dash for your teacher's classroom. You are in luck. Not only has no other student shown up yet but your teacher wasn't teaching last period so she's in the room by herself. You estimate that you have about 5 minutes to convince your teacher to take it easy on you before the other students show up.
Helena smirks playfully as she sees you come in. "You're here bright and early" She teases "Eager to start your punishment?"
You automatically glance over to her footwear. She isn't wearing nylons this time. Under another situation watching your teacher take off her footwear and hand them to you would be pretty hot but as it was, you couldn't help but be embarrassed.
"Are you really going to make me clean your shoes again?" you ask her nervously.
"Of course," She says. She sees your uncertainty and reminds you. "Hey you're the one that got yourself into this mess with that fetish of yours. I'm just making your punishment fit the crime."
"B-But other people will be here today." You protest.
She smiles as she comprehends. "Ah so that's what's going on. Look kid. I'm not about to take it easy on every other student in school just because I have someone to polish my shoes for me."
You drop to your knees begging her. "Please Ms. Bertinelli. I won't be able to live this down if other students see me doing this."
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