barefootdiscipline: My first 100 strokes were exceptionally harsh, and after only the 10th stroke, m
barefootdiscipline: My first 100 strokes were exceptionally harsh, and after only the 10th stroke, my poor bare feet felt like they were on fire. When my first round of punishment came to a close, my husband untied me, and told me to clean my dirty soles in preparation for my next 100 strokes. As I stood up to go to the bathroom to clean up, my husband stopped me, and informed me that I would be cleaning them right where I was - with my TONGUE. I looked at my husband with shock and disgust, but knew that if I protested even the slightest bit, my punishment would again get worse. So instead, I sat down, and got to work licking every ounce of dirt and grime off my filthy, sore bare soles, until they were sparkling clean and ready for another round of treatment with the cane. I won’t lie though - the sensation of my warm, soft, wet little tongue gliding up and down my tender bare soles and inbetween my toes actually felt quite soothing after my first round of punishment - maybe I’ll have to make a habit of giving my feet this type of treatment every time by husband beats my poor bare soles… -- source link