Your Stepfather stand up adjusting his weight and pressing you down under his socked foot into the sole of the boot.
He laughs to himself feeling the rush of power. It’s the same feeling he gets when he sees a bug on the sidewalk and squished it. Survival of the fittest he thinks to himself justifying the act.
Only the bug’s torture is over in a second and probably doesn’t know what’s happening to it. You do. The only sensation you are spared is pain. You feel and experience the pressure, the smells, and the humiliation.
Ready for work he heads down the steps. Each one a pounding blow to you. Even thru the thick cotton sock you can feel his foot stretch and flex as he walks, smashing you down.
He heads out to his car and gets in. You’re under his right foot. The one he uses for the gas and brake. Undoubtedly planned. The key is turned and he takes great pleasure in that first press of the gas pedal.
Heading into the precinct for the morning briefing he enters the classroom style room and takes a seat. His feet stretched out in front of him, your just happy that the weight for the most part is released off of you. While chatting with his fellow officers he stares down at this boots and moves them side-to-side wiggling his toes and arching his foot to feel you.
Dave, his one buddy comments, “You have quite a spring in your step today”
He replies, “If you only knew” and laughs.
The chief comes in and gives the morning briefing. After they head out to the streets.
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