Punished for Teasing
Published on Thursday, July 13, 2006
This illustrated story was submitted by Michelle who can be contacted via her husband Ed.

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My husband Ed and I were off to a party wearing our best, he in a rented tux, and me in a beautiful lace dress with my size 6 pink/red high heels.

Ed told me before we left, no funny business because he didn't want to mess up his rental pants. I was a little tipsy before we left so while Ed was driving I slipped my right shoe off and proceeded to place it on Ed's lap. He told me, "none of that," but couldn't help but run his hands along the arch of my pantyhosed foot. Before long he had pulled the little tootsie up against his chest and was nibbling on my toes. I told him to be careful because I didn't want a run before we arrived at the party.

We were seated one from the end of a large, long table which seated probably 20 people. Ed exactly opposite me. Before dinner, we were chatting to people and Ed was sitting on the front edge of his chair straight across from me. For fun, I stretched my legs out so he could clearly see my little feet under his chair. Although Ed was talking to his buddy, I could see him glancing at my toes peeking out of the tops of my highheels. After about 5 minutes when he wasn't expecting it, I raised my left foot until it was just under where his crotch was hanging and wiggled my toes under his balls. This went on for a few minutes and I could tell that he could concentrate on nothing else.

He took me aside when nobody was suspecting and told me if I don't behave I will be punished later. Hey, I've been tickled before and actually like it so I had no worries.

But I got a bit angry at that point, though, being treated like a kid. I really didn't like his attitude, so I purposely decided to cross my legs so my arch was almost pressed up against the leg of his other friend on the very end. We'd both seen this man glance at my feet before when he was at our house visiting, so I did know there was an interest of some kind.

By this time Ed was slouched back on his chair and could see that his friend's shin was about a half inch away from enjoying a foot feel.

Ed likes to know where my feet are at all times and gave me a look of anger.

I shuffled my chair to the side a bit and with my legs crossed, and turned them to the right of his friend at the end of the table. He looked down quickly at what had moved next to him and I detected a slight smile. That's when I faked a cramp in my arch.

Ed's friend looked at me concerned as I stretched my foot straight out grimmising in pain, and only inches from his right thigh.

"Don't just sit there, Bill, pull my shoe off."

Bill kind of looked over at Ed to see if it was okay. Ed didn't want anyone to know he'd be insanely jealous over some guy touching my foot, so he shook his head to give Bill the okay.

Quickly, he cupped the heel of my little stockinged foot with his left hand and unstrapped the shoe at the back, pulling the pink strap under my heel. He then cupped my toes and pulled the shoe off my nyloned foot.

Ed was not impressed on the drive home and when I tried the same trick as on the way with my foot on his lap, he pushed it back.

I sucked up when we got home, but he was still angry.

I told Ed I was heading to bed and asked if he was joining me. He said yeah, not as mad as before, but had to grab something from the garage.

Only a small night light was shining when Ed entered the bedroom. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, in my nightgown, and jumped up to give him a big sorry hug when he came in.

After a big kiss, Ed put his arms around me and I had mine near his most private regions.

That's when I heard a ripping sound. A large rip.

Ed stepped back and pulled a 2 inch wide piece of clear packing tape around my torso, pulling my arms tight to my body in front. Around, he spun me, circling me in the see -though-tape. When I was subdued he pulled a rag out of his back pocket and wrapped it around my head and mouth and taped that too.

Ed placed me on the bed and scooped up my legs and began taping them. Lucky they had just been shaven for the party.

Ed completely cocooned my legs, and pulled me up to the top of the bed so I could see. He then taped my feet together, which I knew he would do, but I wasn't expecting him to tape the fronts and bottoms of my feet, too, around and around.

Ed left the room, and came back with a utility knife. I was worried when Ed knelt in front of my exposed soles, and lifted the knife to them. He started at the toes, cutting the plastic tape straight across under the pads of my toes and then following the whole shape of the bottom of my foot; first the right, then the left. He pulled the tape off, and sadistically poked my exposed bare naked feet with the tip of the knife - first at the bottom of each toe, then on the balls of my feet, and then lighly across my arches. It stung, but I could not move even slightly.

Ed left the room and came back again, this time with a plastic kitchen stirring spoon.

"I'll teach you for not behaving, and for letting another man fondle your feet."

He began lightly spanking my heels, moving up to my arches, which he spanked harder, and then finally to the balls of my feet. It only stung, except the very last "smack" across my arches. Then he began running his fingernails up and down.

I could not move. I could not speak. I couldn't scream. I couldn't giggle.

Ed came back with an electric toothbrush and began cleaning between my toes. By this time he was pleasuring himself as I tried in vain to squirm. He cleaned between by "big" and second toe the most, but did each opening all the way to the baby toe which he placed between his lips for the finale.

When it was finally over, Ed pulled the tape off my mouth and gave me a huge kiss. We both said, "Sorry," and surprisingly in only a couple of minutes of tape removal, we went to bed. It was only minutes until Ed was asleep.

I lay there awake. Plotting my revenge.