punished with filthy Overknees
I’m Mistress Fiola. I’m lounging back in my big silver chair, legs crossed cheekily over the armrest, looking down with a naughty grin at my mutt kneeling at my feet.
Start licking, mutt, I command playfully.
He immediately presses his face against my feet and begins eagerly kissing and licking my white over-the-knee stockings. I’ve worn them four times already — they’re warm, they smell strongly of my feet, and the soles are only lightly dirty.
I let him lick and slobber for a few seconds, then suddenly slap his face hard with my foot. Not so greedy, mutt!
He flinches, quickly whimpers Thank you, Mistress Fiola, and goes right back to licking and kissing without stopping. I keep interrupting him with firm kicks and sharp foot-slaps across his face — left, right, over and over. Every time my sole smacks against his cheek, he thanks me like a good boy, then dives straight back in, kissing and licking my feet desperately.
I lean back, watching him with a smirk, and say teasingly, That’s a good mutt.
