Hello you naughty girls and boys!
So Tom has arrived for his first class and he has already been rubbing and kissing Felicia's feet. He has also been instructed to lick her feet and this is a first for Tom, but surely he will have many more firsts before this summer is over. Having completed his first lesson, Tom has been left to study his Spanish. Felicia, meanwhile, is off to prepare for his next lesson.
All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.
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Felicia checked the thermostat and then checked that the house alarm was set as desired. Then she just milled about for a few minutes to be sure Tom was working on his Spanish and not skulking or sulking. Once convinced he was behaving himself, she headed off for her study.
Arriving in her study, she sat at her desk checking emails and stocks and then tuned in for the latest news. There was nothing particularly important which was just as well. She was a little out of her routine and having to adjust to this idea of Summer School for Tom. She had already called out once for Jill before realizing her maid wasn't in the house.
Having decided she was caught up and there was nothing needing her attention, she headed to her bedroom to change for her workout. This too would be different as she didn't have Jill to lay out her clothes or help her change. But that was just for today. She still felt it was right that today just be her and Tom. And she could manage her own clothes easily enough.
Once in the bedroom she shed her clothes and threw them onto the bed. Then she allowed herself a moment to gaze into the floor length mirrors. She looked good. She wasn't super thin like your average model, but then she had no desire to look like a beanpole.
She had been described as medium build and as full figure, not that she was interested in labels or silly definitions of what was pretty or sexy. She had an hourglass figure, though it might have been considered a large hourglass. She had full hips and full breasts. She had great skin and was healthy. Her hair, both above and below, was dark, nearly black and contrasted nicely with her naturally tanned skin. She wasn't a girl; she was a woman.
Having satisfied herself with the look in the mirror, she dug out the necessary sportswear. She found a pair of grey stretch pants and decided she could forgo any underwear. She found a matching grey and fuchsia sports top which was just enough to support her breasts while still being open enough and allowing her and her skin to breathe. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and then she was only missing one thing.
She pulled out her pink and grey trainers. These would be especially important today both to her and to Tom, though he didn't know it. Without putting on socks, she slipped on her shoes and tied the laces. All set she headed off to the exercise room, and her treadmill.
There she grabbed a sweat towel and pulled out a bottle of water from the mini fridge. She stepped onto the treadmill and started her program. It came to life and she was soon walking at a brisk pace.
She thought about Tom. He had never been a good student. She had known he had money, or his family had money, but what he didn't have was class. He was also rather arrogant and figured he could buy his way into or out of any situation. She had to confess she was happy when he came begging for a way to pass her class.
The foot rubs were a way to teach him a lesson and have a little fun at the same time. If he was going to try to buy his grade he would have to use something other than money. Having him massage and kiss her feet seemed a good way to give him a dose of humility. It was just icing on the cake the first day when a couple of other teachers entered the lounge as he was kissing her feet. He could have made the track and field team that day, given how quickly he ran out of the building.
Having him repeat the performance for the next several days was to ensure he couldn't put it off as a bad dream, and that he would remember it for quite some time. And then she found out he had also gone begging to Rebecca, or Ms. Wechsbotham as Tom knew her, about a way to pass her class as well. Rebecca had confided in Felicia about what specific actions she had taken. And Rebecca was always up for a good spanking or paddling. She could be quite enthusiastic when administering punishments.
The console beeped and Felicia picked up her pace to a steady jog.
In fact knowing how she had paddled and then caned Tom, Felicia could hardly feel bad about demanding a little foot massage from the unruly boy. And she honestly felt that the time he spent with her and Rebecca might do him some good. He wasn't a kid anymore and he would soon learn, out in the real world, there were consequences for actions and attitudes.
But when he missed finals, she figured it was all over. Either he would be back in class next year or he would just drop out. But a few short days later Patricia, the Principal, had come to her with a plan. Tom it turns out had been rather stupid and got drunk and crashed his father's extremely expensive sports car.