Chapter 2: Consolidation of Power

If I had known how things might turn out from my position now beneath Tay, I would have pushed her foot away that was still pressing painfully on the side of my cheek grinding my face further into the dirt. Pushed her foot away, stood up, and marched straight back to my education department with a full report on how she had assaulted me. I would have recommended her immediate expulsion and had her file re-opened, the same file that the Board had examined when it recommended her re-instatement after her previous expulsion. My word would have been enough for them to see the error in judgement they had made in allowing this dangerous young Woman back inside school grounds.

Yet I’m ashamed to say the humiliation of the way she was treating me had my pussy more than tingling, in fact I could feel a wet spot had started to form on my underwear such was my arousal at being treated so poorly by a schoolgirl. I could only whimper beneath her as I allowed her to dominate me. She removed her sandaled foot from my cheek eventually and told me to lay straight down on my back looking up at her, her foot now replaced equally as heavily on my chest in what must have looked like some type of victory pose to anyone who might have been lucky enough to see it.

While she held me in position beneath her foot, she took out her phone and took a photo of the mark that the rubber sole of her shoe had left imprinted on my cheek stating how her friends would get a real kick out of seeing it. Then as I lay prone and useless beneath her she asked if I was going to be a good girl for her schoolgirl bully. The barely audible moan of pleasure that escaped my lips at the phrase ‘schoolgirl bully’ I think told Tahlia everything she wanted to hear. I was hers and then complicit in my own demise as I laid myself out before her exactly as instructed.

If you remember we were out the back of Tahlia’s school in what she called her ‘special spot’. We were in a clearing on the other side of the sports ovals where we would not be disturbed by any other students, who were all currently in class while I attempted to counsel Tahlia about her future and how the decisions she was making now would affect her future. Little did I know that these current decisions would have such an irreversible effect on my life as well as on the lives of those I love.

The clearing was surrounded by treated wooden logs neatly arranged into a square. Lifting the weight of her foot from my chest Tay sat down on one of those logs and instructed me to lay facing in a way so that my butt was pressed firmly up against the log directly beneath where she sat and that my legs were splayed either side of her body.

It was a comfortable enough position lying flat on my back looking up at my tormentor. We both remained fully clothed but beneath her here my torso was pretty well at her mercy, in fact from how she had positioned me she really had nowhere else to put her feet other than to rest them upon me. And that’s precisely what she did, one foot on the front of each shoulder with her weight leaning forward so that I was effectively (and painfully!) pinned down beneath her sandals.

I couldn’t help but grimace as she leant even further forward to tenderly brush some stray hairs out of my eyes. On face value it actually probably seemed quite caring of her but as I was to find out she was way more sinister than that. What she was really doing was pressing even more of her weight down through my shoulders just exerting some more of her power over me. If only I realised then that Tahlia enjoyed girls suffering beneath her far more than any power trip, I might have realised what she was actually doing was quite deliberate and not just out of care for my vanity.

As I squirmed and grunted now at the worsening pain in my shoulders, Tahlia leant even further forward, pressing even more of her weight down through my shoulders until I couldn’t take it anymore and yelled for her to stop, that she was hurting me. I looked up to see a glint of amusement in her eyes as she smiled down at me her shoulder length black hair framing her pretty facial features as she whispered;

‘Beg me bitch’.

I whimpered and pleaded for a moment before she started at me again.

‘I gave you the chance to beg for me earlier remember Robbie, when things were more equal between us. You said I was being ridiculous. Doesn’t seem so ridiculous now does it my little pet?’

Tahlia exerted even more weight through her sandals and feet down on my shoulders, in fact she might have even grunted with the extra exertion. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as the pain started to become less and less bearable.

‘Can you see how being held at the mercy of someone half your age, a schoolgirl no less, doesn’t seem quite as much fun now? Can you understand why this is the last place in the World you should want to be? Because if you don’t understand it now, you will bitch. Once you’ve met my friends you’ll start to understand. When I start coming around to your place to visit you’ll understand. Once I start taking things from you, you will know then that you really didn’t want to find yourself here in this position. Yet here you are ... now is that begging I hear?’

Hardly a word she said had registered as I begged her to stop hurting me. I think I even pleaded with her to let me go. That I wouldn’t say a thing if she did. That I would tick her application and give her a glowing reference and that she would never see me again. Tay just laughed at me. Then slowly and deliberately let a line of spit drip from her mouth and land directly between my eyes on the bridge of my nose. The second splash of saliva from her mouth was more violently launched, almost with a line of hatred toward me and splattered on my right cheek just below the eye. I could feel a line of her spittle then make its way down my cheek to join the sweat that had now well and truly formed around my temple.

And just like that she sat back upright on the log and shifted her legs to rest the heel of her feet crossed at the ankles heavily on my chest. While the immediate pain was gone, the throbbing in my shoulders remained. All I could see were the rubber soles of her shoes as they sat menacingly just above my chin.

‘Pull my shoes off Robbie. Such a nice day like this I don’t need to be wearing them, do I’.

So with my arms that had laid uselessly at my side while she tortured my shoulders I effortlessly slipped off both her shoes that remained unbuckled and let them topple either side of my body. I spent a moment staring at the bottoms of her white socks. I could clearly see the outline of the underneath of Tay’s toes as I lay there staring. Her socks were still odourless with it still being early in the morning, nor were they yet to be stained with the sweat of Her Feet.

‘There’s my good little pet. You will learn Robbie that if you do as I say then things will go much easier for you. If I tell you to beg, you better fucking well beg me like your life depends on it. If I tell you to do anything, no matter what it is, and you do it well and quickly without complaining then I won’t have to hurt you or have any of my friend’s hurt you either. Do you know my friends at all, I guess they probably wouldn’t have mentioned them on my file? Well you’ll get to meet them soon enough, I can’t wait to show you to them!’

‘Now I want you to stare at the soles of my feet Robbie. This is important. You have to learn your new place in life. Same as all the Girls in your position. Well not exactly the same, you’re the first girl that’s ever laid here beneath me by choice!’

She laughed out loud.

‘Anyway, you will stare at the socks I’m wearing right now. Every single fibre. Think about where you are now beneath me and how low I will take you. Think about the ways you will make out with them, the same way you might have kissed and caressed your husband back when you first met. Think about how you will embrace my feet as your new lovers. How they will take the place of the man you married as your new honey. Think about the jealousy you will feel the day I let other girls worship them and make you watch like a little bitch. And finally think about the pleasure they might bring you. Also think about this picture I am currently uploading onto my Insta. The side of your face all red and marked identifying you to all my friends as mine.’

My heart jumped at the mention of any pictures being published.

‘Tay,’ I heard myself plead, ‘Tay, please don’t post any pictures of me. I will lose my job!’

Suddenly the view of the bottoms of her socks was gone. I looked up at Tay phone in hand staring straight back down at me, grinning. That mischievous look in her eyes was still there. She rested her feet flat down and quite deliberately on each of my breasts as she sat up straight reaching for something behind her. Her eyes never left mine as she casually picked up my bag.

‘Tahlia!’

The shock and humiliation was evident in my voice as Tay unzipped the bag to inspect my belongings.

“Tahlia!!’ This time I yelled frantically. ‘Put my bag down this instant. This has gone far enough! That’s it I’m getting up, no silly fantasy is worth this!’

I was openly crying now.

‘Robbie you will stay exactly where you are and how you are unless you want me to hurt you some more. How are your shoulders feeling anyway?’

She giggled.

‘This is no longer your bag, it’s my bag now.’

I pushed her leg away in an attempt to get up. Then a flash of anger across her face. And pain exploded in my breast. She had stomped on me hard. Lifted her left foot and stomped it back down right on the flesh of my breast. The sudden rush of pain actually took my breath away.

‘You need to understand Robbie until I get what I want here I am going to keep on hurting you. You’re not getting up. Don’t even try. And if you so much as touch my leg again, or in fact any part of me, ever, with your hands what you’re feeling now around that tit of yours will feel like nothing more than a gentle lick. Now settle the fuck down. You wanted this remember? This may be your fantasy but I’m the one that controls it now. Now, tell me you’re sorry for touching me and ask me politely to take what I need from your bag.’

I tried to get my breathing under control. It was true I did want this. I wanted to submit to a true schoolgirl Bully, I thought back to when I first heard of this young Aboriginal Girl reading a newspaper article about how she had been expelled for dangerous bullying. How I then spent a week or so pleasuring myself imagining myself in this very position at her mercy before putting in place an opportunity for myself to meet her. I had to be realistic, this isn’t a paid fantasy scenario where I retain control. I had deliberately come here today to give control to her. I was getting what I wanted ... in a way.