This story is written by David, please send comments and appreciation to voondave@yahoo.co.uk

The A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,were swept to power in an all time record landslide victory,by a British voting public that had long since lost it’s patience with a bumbling,ruinous,predominantly male Government.And,I had voted for them,in the belief that better times would be just around the corner,should the A.F.P. come to rule,over Britain.

The Authoritarian Female Party,had effectively and effortlessly squashed,any such token political resistance as there was,as utterly,and as comprehensively,as a stampeding herd of buffalo,trampling,and crushing underfoot,anyone who should have known better than to try and stand in their way.

On the Monday morning,following the Election victory by the A.F.P. on the previous Friday,I,a male of 52,was ‘arrested’ at my home,as a male member of the Long Term Unemployed,by 2 young,blonde,pony tailed,pretty,cane wielding Community Service Officers (C.S.O’s) Karen and Linda,who I estimated to be still in their late teens,and,in full view of my watching neighbours,they ordered me into the back of their A.F.P. van,and they escorted me to the daunting,commanding presence,of the Community Services Liaison Officer,who held the fragile fates of people like me in her hands,and who then assigned me to my duties,for the purpose of being forced to earn my £80. per week Unemployment Benefit Payments,by serving,until further notice,or until I found a job of gainful employment,in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,as a Community Servant.

In their van,en route to the Community Services Opperations Centre,I had an insightful first glimpse,as to the ruthless,dominant nature,of this new breed,of Community Service Officers,who had been unemployed,themselves,just last Friday,like myself,on £80. per week,Unemployment Benefit. Before C.S.O. Karen started their van,C.S.O. Linda,sat on the bench seat opposite me,and,cane in hand,she smiled at me,scornfully,disdainfully,with a confidence that came naturally to her,and with an arrogance,that also came naturally to her,the moment that she was placed in her new found position of authority,and the moment that the symbol of her authority,her cane,was placed in her hand.These young C.S.O.’s were emboldened,by their newly acquired power and authority,and with their freedom,and,indeed,by the active encouragement,by the A.F.P. authorities,to ‘chastise’ Community Servants,at their own discretion,and their sense of power,went straight to their pretty young heads.And so,it was during this short journey in their van,that I instinctively knew,that it would be foolhardy of me in the extreme,not to obey C.S.O. Linda’s command to me,after she had slipped off her uniform yellow cotton ankle socked feet,from her A.F.P. issue footwear,which were very comfortable looking,black,backless,rubber soled shoes,like clogs,and placed her feet between my legs,on my bench seat,then,after flexing and wiggling her toes,pleasurably,she raised her right foot,level with my chest,and,smiling her confident,arrogant smile at me,she commanded me,”start massaging my feet,david!” And,before we set off in their van,C.S.O. Karen watched me massage C.S.O. Linda’s right foot. C.S.O. Linda’s yellow cotton ankle sock was dirty,grimy,and sweat stained,and the folds and creases in the cotton material were almost black,and,as I took hold of C.S.O. Linda’s yellow cotton ankle socked foot in both of my hands,and started to gently massage it,as she had commanded me to,it felt warm,and moist in my hands,and I had to be careful to hide my distaste.And C.S.O. Linda,enjoying having me massage her foot for her,relaxed,and closed her eyes,in the sheer bliss of her pleasure,and said,exultantly,to C.S.O. Karen,who was just starting the engine of their van,”Oh,Karen! I think I am going to enjoy working for the Authoritarian Female Party!” Then,we set off,and our destination,was the Community Services Opperations Centre,based in Town.

And now,7 weeks on,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,had just escorted me back to the ‘Sock Room’,returning from that very place,where I had been brought before the stern presence of the Community Services Liaison Officer,to receive my punishment sentence,of 50 Saturdays of ‘chastisement’,in the Town Square,for 12 hour periods.From 2 p.m.-10 p.m.,I would be tied to the Public Caning Post,where my white uniform shorts would be pulled down around my ankles,as per the ‘chastisement’ text book manual,to further humiliate me.Then,at 10 p.m.,I would be escorted to ‘Prostitutes Parade’where there were 6 sets of stocks,and ordered to my hands and knees upon a rubber mat.Then,my head would be placed through a hole in the stocks,where it would be securely fixed in place,about 2 feet above the pavement,at the recommended height for the maximum ease of convenience,for the prostitutes there,to be able to rest their tired,aching feet,on my face,and to massage them on my face,in between seeing their clients.

Now,arriving back at the ‘Sock Room’,there was a small gathering of females outside,impatient at being inconvenienced,by having to wait to gain access to the ‘Sock Room’,so that they could put nice,fresh,clean socks on their feet,and leave their dirty socks behind,for me,Community Servant david 007,to hand wash,and iron. And,quite often,the sock changing females would avail themselves of the recliners,and relax,and just enjoy watching me at work,performing my humiliating,drudge like duties,contentedly,and with gentle amusement,as though they were being entertained, by the eccentric antics,of a family pet. I noticed Miss Sally,one of the 6 schoolgirls that,just last week,had me at their feet,kissing the balls of their feet,as they cupped their stinky toes over my nose,first one foot,then the other,as my supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda administered the stinging,punishing,humiliating strokes of their canes to my exposed,bare buttocks,as my ‘chastisement’,for not washing schoolgirls socks properly (a trumped up charge).Miss Sally must be truanting from school,I thought,at this time of day,about 10 a.m. Last week,Miss Sally had gleefully,ecstatically watched me being caned,as she powerfully scrunched her stinky,dirty,vinegary smelling bare toes on my nose,as she sat upon the recliner,in the ‘Sock Room’.Miss Sally had been the first of the 6 schoolgirls to participate personally in my ‘chastisement’.And now,it appeared,as though having whetted her apetite,she had returned for a second helping,for,I now heard her saying,to my 2 young guards,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,who both still had hold of my arms,”guards,I want david to lick my feet clean,for me”.In reply,C.S.O. Linda smiled at her,approvingly,and said,”of course,Miss.Make yourself comfortable on a recliner,and we’ll bring david to you”.At this,Miss Sally’s pimply,plain,and unprepossessing young features,lit up her whole face in a happy,expectant,and exultant smile,and,in an excited,girlish giggle,she further requested of C.S.O. Linda,”will you cane david for me as well,please? 6 of the best?”.And C.S.O. Linda,after glancing at C.S.O. Karen,who was also smiling in happy approval,said in reply,”of course,Miss.It will give us the greatest of pleasure,to cane david for you.david has been very badly behaved,and we have just brought him back from receiving his ‘chastisement’ sentence”.Then,Miss Sally actually hopped,and skipped,as,while looking me directly in the eye,meaningfully,she proudly informed C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,”I’m going to become a C.S.O. when I leave school!!” Then,with her girlish giggle,she excitedly proclaimed,”the Community Servants had better watch out,then!” Then,Miss Sally actually gripped my wrist,herself,possessively,almost,as we entered the ‘Sock Room’,and her pimply,unexciting young face showed wonder and astonishment,and then anger,and outraged shock spread across her plain,uninspiring features,as her role models,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda related to her,the reason for my ‘chastisement’ sentence,which was for actually reading my supervisors payslips.

Now,Miss Sally,having settled herself on a recliner,found,along with all the other females present,that she was to enjoy an extra,unexpected bonus treat.For,my supervisors now addressed their female audience,in the ‘Sock Room’.Now,C.S.O. Karen stood behind me,gripped my wrists tightly in her hands,and held them securely,behind my back.And now,C.S.O. Linda announced,to the intently listening females,”Community servant david 007,has shown myself,and C.S.O. Karen,unforgivable disrespect,by actually reading our payslips,while we left him in a position of trust,when we left him alone in our Office,for 10 minutes”. At this shocking revelation,a number of astounded and angry gasps,could be heard escaping the lips of the female gathering.Now,C.S.O. Linda continued,with a dangerous edge to her voice,”he has received his ‘chastisement’ sentence,of 50 Saturdays in the Town Square,at the Public Caning Post,and in the stocks,at ‘Prostitutes Parade’”.This was greeted with a general murmur of approval,though some,like C.S.O. Linda,said that the sentence was far too lenient,and that such a splendid opportunity of ‘setting an example’,should not be passed up. C.S.O. Linda went on,”but,for so personal an offence,against myself,and C.S.O. Karen,we have a personal score to settle,with Community Servant david 007”.Then,as I felt C.S.O. Karen’s hands tighten their grips on my wrists even more,behind my back,C.S.O. Linda stepped up to me,and without warning,she left handedly slapped my right cheek with such force,and with such venom in her eyes,that I would have staggered backwards,from the suddenness of the sharp blow,from the shock and the stinging pain,had it not been for C.S.O. Karen,standing behind me,and holding me steady.

At first,there was a moment of utter,shocked silence,and I imagined that I heard,and felt,static electricity,crackling in the charged atmosphere of the ‘Sock Room’.Then,there was pandemonium,as an explosive eruption,a spontaneous uproar,and delighted,approving shouts,and of shrill,exultant screams,filled the confines of the ‘Sock Room’.Now,C.S.O. Linda raised her left hand again,ready to give my right cheek another powerful,stinging,eye watering,humiliating slap,and she said to me,”these 6 slaps,are for reading my payslip,david”.Then,to the excited,tumultuous,and malicious expressions of whole hearted approval and encouragement from the exclusively female gathering,C.S.O. Linda administered the remaining 5 slaps,of her own,personal,6 slap ‘chastisement’,and with each stinging,humiliating slap,she repeated the same rhetorical question,to me,over and over,”how dare you,david,how dare you?”.Then,she took C.S.O. Karen’s place,behind my back,and I felt her hands tightly grip my wrists,while I paid a similar personal debt,to C.S.O. Karen,who slapped my left cheek,right handedly,very hard,and with all of her fury,and indignant outrage,infused in every eye watering slap

Then,as promised to Miss Sally,I was led down the 6 wooden steps,and stood against the perimeter wall,where my face,which was now red,and stinging,and tear streaked,from the effects of 12 pile driving,angry slaps,was now directly facing the sour,acidic,stinky,vinegary smelling feet,of Miss Sally,who’s own eyes,were nearly watering as much as mine,so enraptured was she,in the pure ecstasy and excitement,of such splendid,and unexpected entertainment. I found this severe face slapping,by C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,profoundly humiliating,as there was this more personal aspect to it,to actually see the expressions on their faces,and to see the looks in their eyes,as they slapped my face,with their bare hands,and as I felt their own flesh connect painfully,stingingly,with my miserable,wretched face.A part of this humiliation, that I could not help but feel,was that my punishment was warranted,was that I richly deserved every single one of those stinging slaps of retribution,for I was indeed,guilty as charged.

Now,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,pulled down my shorts around my ankles,as per the ‘chastisement’ text book manual,and positioned themselves behind me,with their canes,and C.S.O. Linda said to me,”now,david,we are both going to give you ‘6 of the best’,at the request of Miss Sally,while you sniff Miss Sally’s left foot,then the other 3 while you sniff her right foot.Then,we will attend you,and watch you carefully,while you lick Miss Sally’s feet clean,for her.Now,david,get on with it!”.But,Miss Sally’s face lit up with inspiration,as she excitedly said,”wait,david!” Then,leaning forward,she peeled off both of her socks,and,pinching my nose between her finger and thumb,she imperiously commanded me,”open wide,david!”,and,to the approval of all the females in the ‘Sock Room’,she stuffed the soles of both of her socks into my mouth,to add to my humiliation,and to enhance her own pleasure.And so,just like last week,I once again suffered the painful and humiliating ‘chastisement’at Miss Sally’s dirty,sweaty,stinky,vinegary smelling feet,but this time,not only did I have Miss Sally’s foul tasting socks stuffed into my mouth,and not only did I suffer the extra strokes of the canes of C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,at the special request of Miss Sally,herself,as she delightedly cupped my nose with her stinky toes,and,in her painfully powerful toe grip,and as she laughed,in her sense of exultant power,as she cut off my air supply,as she pinched my nose closed,between her big,and second toes,but ,I also then had to lick Miss Sally’s sour,acidic,pungent,vinegary feet clean,after I had received my ‘6 of the best’,at Miss Sally’s feet.Firstly,from her heel to her toes,as she sat on the recliner,avidly watching my face.Then again,as she lay on her stomach,she enjoyed the intensely pleasurable sensations,of feeling my tongue sucking and licking between her stinky,salty and vinegary toes,then,of my licking my way up to her heel,where I then took the whole of the bottom of her heel in my mouth,and put my tongue to work on it,and as I did so,I listened to Miss Sally’s moans of pleasure,of ecstasy,as she had me,a 52 year old male,lick her dirty,sweaty,stinky,vinegary feet clean,after having requested,and having her request granted,of having me caned,at her feet.And,I thought,that the filmy,sour,acidic coating on my tongue,and in the rest of my mouth,would be with me for life,and I was sure that Miss Sally would rejoice if that were so! The very idea of having the intensely rich,ripe flavour of her sour,vinegary feet in my mouth for the rest of my life,would,I had no doubt,make Miss Sally very happy indeed!

When I had finished licking Miss Sally’s appalling feet clean,to her very particular satisfaction,she ordered me,bossily,”david,go and get me a clean pair of socks!” “Yes,Miss Sally”,I answered,compliantly.When I returned with her clean socks,Miss Sally demanded of me, in great,and dramatic mock exasperation,and to the great amusement of all the watching females,”well,david! What are you waiting for? Put them on my feet! Do I have to tell you every little thing? You stupid,pathetic little man!”,she shouted at me. “At once,Miss Sally”,I replied,my voice,dripping with apology and obedience. After I had carefully put the clean pair of socks on Miss Sally’s feet,for her,she wiggled and flexed and scrunched her white socked toes at me,and,as I watched her do this,as I knew she meant me to,her fresh,clean,white,schoolgirls long socks,seemed to discolour,right before my eyes,at her heels,at the balls of her feet,and all over her toes,as though some kind of pernicious bacteria was multiplying at some prodigious rate,and Miss Sally smiled at me,pleasantly,as she pleasurably wiggled,flexed,and scrunched her toes at me,mockingly,just inches from my face. Now,Miss Sally said to me,in dismissal,”that will be all,david.You may now kiss my feet,before you put my shoes on,for me”. After I had performed this final,humble service for Miss Sally,C.S.O. Linda,now said sharply,to me,”now,david,you will get on with your work!”.

But,upon remembering what Miss Sally had said,about becoming a Community Service Officer,herself,when she left school,as she felt a powerful sense of vocation,for that particular career,and also felt that she could make a valuable contribution to,the cause of the A.F.P.,I recklessly ignored C.S.O. Linda’s order,to return to my work,and I remained at the feet of Miss Sally,who had not yet vacated the recliner. And now,and without permission,and knowing full well that I was inviting severe ‘chastisement’,and knowing equally well,that I was certain to receive it,I directly addressed Miss Sally. I now proceeded to cast aside,and discard,any semblance of self esteem,any degree of dignity,and any tiny piece of pride that I may still have clung to,and that I may have had left remaining,after my total subjugation,by the A.F.P.,as I literally,as well as figuratively,threw myself at Miss Sally’s feet,to pathetically try to ingratiate myself with her,in,although what I felt would be an utterly futile and fruitless attempt to change her imperious,dominating,and oppressive attitude towards me,for these traits were common to all C.S.O.’s,I nevertheless clung to some faint hope,that I could perhaps influence her,by flattery,by trying to sweeten her up,to occasionally show me some small mercies,when she became a Community Service Officer,as I knew that her new found power and authority would go straight to her young head,just as it had with C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,and as it had with every other C.S.O. employed by the A.F.P.

And so,now,I heaped my praises upon Miss Sally’s feet,without first asking my 2 young supervisors for permission to speak.In direct defiance of C.S.O. Linda’s order to me,to return to work,knowing that my actions were guaranteed to bring their canes crashing devastatingly against my still exposed,still painfully sore,bare buttocks,in instant ‘chastisement’,as I now swore to Miss Sally,”Miss Sally,I love your beautiful feet! I do,I do,I really,really love them,Miss Sally!”.Then,a split second later,as I knew they would,the canes of my 2 young supervisors landed unerringly,like laser guided missiles,on my bare buttocks,like twin nuclear explosions,of stinging,devastating,hot,fiery agony,WHACK!!,again and again,as I lied to Miss Sally,about how wonderful,her stinky,vinegary feet were.Suddenly,in response to my praise of her feet,Miss Sally sat up straight,on the recliner,so that she was better able to see my face,and she demanded of me,excitedly,”what do you love,about my feet,david?”.Taken aback,somewhat,by Miss Sally’s dramatic reaction to my ‘revelation’,I nevertheless plunged relentlessly,and recklessly on,with my unbounded ‘praise’,of Miss Sally’s sour,acidic,pungent,vinegary,supremely stinky feet.Miss Sally,having hurriedly taken off her shoes and socks again,in her growing excitement,at my unexpected ‘revelations’,her bare feet were just inches in front of my face,again,as though Miss Sally thought that her bare feet,in such close proximity to my face,would better enable me to describe my praises of them. “You  have wonderful,generously deep arches,Miss Sally.  I love the way that they emphasise your shapely heels,and the balls of your pretty feet,and you have lovely,long toes,too,Miss Sally”.WHACK!! Now,Miss Sally’s excitement increased,as she realized that I was willing to pay the price,of being mercilessly caned,to suffer for her,just to voice my praises of her perfect feet! So that she would know of my insane desire for them,of my need,for them, “Is that all,that you love about my feet,david?”. “Oh,no!,Miss Sally! There are so many things that I love,that I adore,about your gorgeous feet!” WHACK!! “Tell me,david! Tell me these many things,that you love and adore,about my gorgeous feet! Tell me,david! You will tell me now!!” I was beginning to realise,now,,that Miss Sally had a vast ego,where her feet were concerned,and that I had just begun to feed her ego,and it was dawning on me now,too,that once her ego had tasted these first,tasty morsels of praise,that I was recklessly feeding it,that her ‘juices’ would get going,and then,her vast ego could never be satisfied,that it would only get hungrier,and become ravenous,for those tasty,satisfying morsels of praise,that it would forever crave,and devour,and demand.Demand,of me! But,now past the point of no return,I continued onward,on this self chosen path to perdition,as I went on,digging myself deeper into this hole,”Miss Sally,to see your feet,is to see Heaven”.WHACK!! “To smell your feet,is to smell Heaven”. WHACK!! “To taste your feet,is to taste Heaven”. WHACK!! “Miss Sally,to be allowed to humbly kiss your feet,is to have the gates of Heaven opened up,to me”. WHACK!! Now,Miss Sally’s shining,rapturous eyes,drilled into mine. “Tell me more,david! Tell me more,of your love for my feet!!”. “Miss Sally,I want you for my Foot Goddess,! Only then,can I be fulfilled,for all time! I want to serve at your precious feet,for all time! For ever! For all eternity!” WHACK!! “Never to be denied me!” WHACK!! “I want to adore,and kiss,and worship your beautiful feet,in a pure love,that can never end!” WHACK!!

Now,though,I had the strangest,and most awe inspiring sensations,as though I had just given voice to,and thereby evoked,some ancient,and demonic,powerful,supernatural rites,some dark,magical words,that promised to deliver to Miss Sally,all that she wanted,all that she craved,all that she was destined to have,and all,she seemed to believe,now,that she would have,for I had the weirdest,uncanny feeling,that I had just ‘signed on the dotted line’,that I had pledged myself,to serve Miss Sally,and to serve her,and to worship at her feet,for all time.For all eternity.And this overwhelming ‘feeling’,seemed to me,more like an instinctive ‘knowledge’,that was impossible to deny,and I could not refute it.And,it was readily apparent to me,that Miss Sally was also in receipt of this strange,wonderful ‘knowledge’,for,she became galvanized,at the end of my stated pledge,my promise,and my desire,to serve at her feet,for all time,that she almost seemed to levitate,on the recliner.My praises of Miss Sally’s feet,my seemingly meaningless,Mumbo Jumbo,Hocus Pocus formula of words,was like some powerful,exotic mantra,that seemed to trigger something in Miss Sally,as now,I thought I could see strange,almost supernatural,lights,sparkling in her eyes,and now,I felt myself totally overwhelmed,by an insightful sense of foreboding,and of the most dire dread.It was as though the words I had uttered,in praise of Miss Sally’s feet,had somehow unlocked a gateway,somewhere.And it did not seem to matter,that my praises were false,all that mattered,was that I had uttered those praises.It was as though I had invited a vampire across my threshold,but,instead of a vampire,it was Miss Sally,who I had invited,and,Miss Sally,eagerly accepting my invitation,stepped across my threshold,stepped inside my fragile,almost non existent defences,to lay her claim to what she wanted,to what she needed,to what she craved,to what she had to have,and to what was rightfully hers.To lay her claim,to me! Deep in my psyche,deep in my essence,I instinctively knew,that one day,I would belong to Miss Sally,that she would possess me.And that I would spend all of eternity,feeding  her vast,insatiable ego,as she forever devoured my tasty morsels of praise.My praise of her feet. WHACK!! WHACK!! I was painfully brought out of my trance like state,by the harsh,stentorian,and angry voices,of my 2 young supervisors,shouting at me,”david!! david!! Get back to your work,at once!!”

All through that 7^th week,thoughts of my ‘destiny’,of serving at Miss Sally’s feet for all time,were seldom from my mind (could it really be so?),as were my thoughts of my approaching ‘chastisement’ sentence,starting on Saturday.Miss Sally,seemingly not satisfied with dominating and ruling my eternity,promised me that she would be sure to be there,would,not dream of missing it for the world,she assured me,to avail herself of her public allowance,of 1 stroke of the cane,and it would give her the greatest of pleasure,she delighted in telling me,to make her own mark,to lay her own red stripe,across my exposed,bare buttocks,for every Saturday of my sentence.

After helping the A.F.P. to power,with my vote,I thought,after the event,that I would regret my support of the A.F.P. at my leisure.But,working in the ‘Sock Room’ from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m. Monday – Friday,and now,for the next 50 Saturdays,I would be spending the hours between 2 p.m. – 2 a.m.,in the Town Square,serving my ‘chastisement’ sentence.So,I was having less and less time left available to me,to indulge myself,in leisurely regret.

Then,the day I had been dreading,arrived. (At least one of them!), Saturday,and the start of my 50 Saturday ‘chastisement’ sentence. I reported to the Town Square ,as ordered,and,at exactly 2 p.m.,I,Community Servant david 007,was,along with 3 other misdemeanant Community Servants,tied to the Public Caning Post,and our shorts were pulled down around our ankles,as was the normal proceedure.There were 4 caning posts,and they were arranged so that we were all facing inward,to each other,and so that our exposed,bare bottoms were presented,and offered,to the female members of the public,in the Town Square,as a choice to them,of 4 separate targets.They would select a cane,and walk slowly around us,as though carefully considering which head of cattle,to buy at auction,before making their decision,as to which Community Servant,from their choice of 4,would be the recipient of their public allowance,of a single stroke of the cane. On a sign,above each of our heads,the cane wielding females were urged to ‘Make It Count!’ I was no sooner tied to the Public Caning Post,than Miss Sally appeared before me,wielding a cane,and, smiling happily,she greeted me with,”hello,david!”.Then she disappeared from my view,and a moment later,I was able to vouch,with all sincerity,that Miss Sally,certainly made her public allowance of 1 stroke of the cane,’count’.Then,after she reappeared before me,smiling broadly,she turned her back on me,and eased a foot from her shoe,presenting the white socked sole of her foot to me,and flexed,and wiggled,and scrunched her toes,then she laughed,and it was such a happy sound,of dreams fulfilled,and,she actually hopped,and skipped,down the High Street,such was the measure,of her transport. This went on,that first Saturday of my sentence,seemingly endlessly,and it seemed that it was a public sport,that many of the females in the Town Square enjoyed,and took part in,by selecting a cane,and then selecting the Community Servant,who was to feel the effects,of their participation,in this splendid,innovative,Town Square amusement facility.Then,at about 9 p.m.,I saw 4 beautiful girls approaching the Public Caning Post,but,I did not immediately recognise,the 2 of them,who I knew,for they were dressed in their off duty,very alluring,’Out On The Town’ clothes.And the bare legs of C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,for that was who they were,looked amazing,and as I had never seen them,before,and the shapliness of their legs was further enhanced,by the high heeled stiletto shoes,that they wore,and their toe nails glistened,with bright red nail polish.And it was C.S.O. Linda,who said to her 2 young friends,who’s pretty faces seemed very familiar to me,but who’s names I did not know,till now,for C.S.O. Linda said,in a slightly tipsy voice,for they were all ‘Out On The Town’,enjoying a few drinks, (and,why should’nt they,after the long hours that they put in,at work?),”hey,Steph,hey,Janet,come and make acquaintance with 007! Come and warm his buttocks,for him!”,she cordially invited her friends,and selecting a cane,for them. “His bottom already looks pretty warm”,said Steph,laughing,as she examined all the red stripes,on my bare bottom,and,C.S.O. Linda,never one to miss a chance at cutting me,with her razor sharp quips,said,”Steph,davids bottom may be warm,but,it certainly is not pretty!”,and the tipsy foursome hugged each other,in their mirth.And,it was their considered opinion,that another 4 red stripes,would not go amiss,and so,in turn,Steph,then Janet,and then C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,simultaneously,warmed my bare buttocks a bit more,and left their own red stripes decorating my bare bottom.”he’s serving on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,later”,C.S.O. Linda,informed Steph and Janet,with a laugh.”see you at work,at the ‘Sock Room’,on Monday,david.Don’t be late!”,she warned me,by means of a farewell,before they continued on with their night out,and laughing happily,as they went.

Then,it was 10 p.m.,and I was untied,along with the other 3 Community Servants,and we were all escorted to ‘Prostitutes Parade’,where we were all ordered to our hands and knees,upon rubber mats,and we were each ordered to put our head through a hole in our stocks,which was about 2 feet above the pavement,and then our heads were fixed securely in place,so that we could not move,and we would be held here,like this,until 2 a.m.

And so,between 10 p.m. – 2 a.m.,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,the pavement rang,with the clicking and clacking of the high heeled shoes,that the ‘ladies of the night’,wore.The prostitutes all wore pretty,attractive,high heeled shoes,that did wonders for the shapliness of their legs,and also increased the attractiveness of their feet,by displaying their high arches,and their bare heels.And, their glossily painted toe nails,were also proudly and attractively on show,too,thanks to the strappy,high heeled sandals,that many of the prostitutes favoured,to help catch the eye,of any potential clients,and to increase the chances of their wallets coming out of their pockets,and of some of the contents of those wallets, finding their way into the capacious purses,of the prostitutes.But,the rather obvious downside,of their very attractive shoes,was that their sexy,high heeled shoes,seemed to hurt their poor feet,terribly,when they had to stand up in them,for any length of time,and the ‘good time girls’,in a seemingly futile effort to attain a measure of relief,would constantly switch from foot to foot,standing on one foot,so as to provide temporary respite,to the other foot. And so,as the night gradually wore on,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,between 10 p.m. – 2 a.m.,the high heel shod feet of the prostitutes,became an increasing agony,of aches and pains,for them,and,in between their business transactions with their clients,the ‘ladies of the night’ would always totteringly hasten back,to the welcome relief and comfort,of the proffered faces of the Community Servants,who were on their hands and knees,in their stocks,with their heads protruding through a hole,and fixed in place,about 2 feet above the pavement,at the recommended height for maximum convenience and comfort,for the prostitutes to be able to stand with their backs to the Community Servants,and to ease a foot from their shoe,or sometimes,they would have to shake their foot,as their shoes sometimes stuck to the soles of their feet,until their shoe,dropped from their foot,and to reach backwards,with their poor,tired,aching,agonised foot,up to his waiting face,there,to use his face,to enjoy the blissful relief and comfort,that came,with switching from poor,tired,aching,agonised foot,to their other,similarly afflicted,and needful foot,to rub and to massage their poor feet on his proffered face in this way,until their next business transaction,came along.

And so,as I had once witnessed,but,I was now experiencing for myself,the pavement rang,with the echoing,clicking and clacking,of high heeled shoes of the ‘ladies of the night’,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,between the hours of 10 p.m. – 2 a.m.,as they ventured to and fro,on their short return journeys,like ‘Pleasure Craft’,leaving their ‘moorings’,and,more often than not,having to find a different ‘berth’,upon returning from their short ‘Pleasure Cruises’,when they found that the ‘berth’ that they had vacated,upon departing from it,was now occupied,by another ‘Pleasure Craft’.But,these ‘Pleasure Craft’,would always navigate their way to a new ‘berth’,the moment that one became available,and they would then ‘anchor’ themselves firmly,with a tired,aching,agonised foot,to the proffered face of the Community Servant,who served at their new ‘berth’.

And so,it was in this humiliating fashion,that my face was used,by a constant procession,of one prostitute after another,to massage their poor,tired,aching,agonised,high heel shod feet. A prostitute,upon seeing that I was ‘vacant’,and therefore available to her,would somewhat precariously approach,click clacking her unsteady way towards me,and,once there,she would waste no time,no time at all,in easing,or shaking,if necessary,a desperately needful foot from her shoe,and,as I watched,with practised ease,she would reach her foot behind her,and,with seemingly uncanny skill,she would find my face with her foot,and attach herself there,and proceed to rub,and massage her foot,on my face.Some of the prostitutes would simply content themselves,with resting a foot on my face,and,from time to time,rest their feet,by taking the weight off them,for a while,by switching from foot to foot.Some of the prostitutes,though,once they had found my proffered face with their foot,would force their toes,or their bare heel,into my mouth,and there was nothing I could do about it,fixed in place,as I was,and the feet of the prostitutes,seemed to vary greatly,in smell and in taste,and I did not want to ponder,too much,on where their feet may have been! Finally,at 2 a.m.,after what seemed an eternity of abuse,at the feet of the prostitutes,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,the first Saturday of my 50 Saturday ‘chastisement’ sentence was served,and I,along with the other 5 misdemeanant Community Servants,who,along with myself,had served at the 6 stocks,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,that Saturday night,were released from our stocks,by the attending Community Service Officer,and allowed to go home. That night,was a dreadful,demeaning,degrading,humiliating  experience,but,I knew that it was only the first,of 50 such experiences,that I had been sentenced to.

Back at work,at the ‘Sock Room’,on the following Monday morning,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,smiled pleasantly,at me,and C.S.O. Linda,with a cruel smirk on her face,enquired of me,”did you enjoy your Saturday night out,david?”. “Yes,thank you,Miss Linda”,I replied,and C.S.O. Karen chuckled delightedly,when C.S.O. Linda quipped further,knowing that she always wounded me,with her cruel,viciously barbed comments,” well,that’s good,is’nt it,david,as you have another 49 Saturday nights out on the Town to look forward to,have’nt you,david?”.I was well used,by now,to the cruel,wounding barbs,that my 2 young supervisors,so loved to wound me with,as if my miserable existence,working in the ‘Sock Room’,and my Saturday ‘chastisement’ in the Town Square,was not making my life wretched enough,for their liking,I was used to it,but I never seemed to heal,from this emotional pain,and it seemed to me,that it was a special kind of hurt,that only females could inflict,and make me suffer from,and in which C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,were practised experts.

And so,my drudge like existence continued,of serving in the ‘Sock Room’,from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m.,Monday – Friday. Then,on Saturdays,I served my ‘chastisement’ sentence in the Town Square,for 12 hours,tied to the Public Caning Post,and then secured in the stocks,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,on my hands and knees,with the tired,aching,needful feet,of one prostitute after another,attaching,skilfully ‘anchoring’ themselves,like ‘Pleasure Craft’ at their moorings,to my helplessly proffered face,rubbing and massaging their feet on my face,and sometimes,thrusting,forcing their bare toes,or heels,into my mouth,they never bothered to speak to me,to order me to ‘open wide’,and it was as though they were making some kind of a point,that struck forcefully home,every time a heel was forced into my mouth,or their toes,and,time and again,I found myself wondering where their feet had been,and what had they been doing,with them,that made them smell and taste the way they did,,and I blanched,and recoiled,at my suspicions.

Time passed on,and I had been serving in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,for 6 months,when,for the very first time,I was late for work. I was only 1 minute late,but,whether it was 1 minute,or 1 hour,made no difference.Late,was late.When I arrived at the ‘Sock Room’,1 minute late for work,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda ware standing at the front door,with their arms crossed,waiting for me. “You are late,david!”,accused C.S.O. Karen. I did not think,at first,that I would be in serious trouble. I thought that they would perhaps slap my face,or cane me,or both,but,I was not to be so leniently treated,not so easily let off the hook. “I am very,very sorry,Miss Karen”,I apologised,abjectly. “I will never be late again,Miss Karen”,I promised,solemnly,and meaning every word,for I knew that my 2 young supervisors were rarely,if ever,inclined towards mercy,where I was concerned,especially so,since I had read their pay slips.And now,it was C.S.O. Linda,who said,harshly,”that is not good enough,david!”.And now,she rocked me,truly shocked me,when she threatened,”david,unless you want us to bring you before the Community Services Liaison Officer again,you will now apply to myself,and to Miss Karen,to work overtime in the ‘Sock Room’,on Sundays,from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m.” At the very thought,of their cruel,sadistic,and hideous proposal,or,rather,their demand,now,as if 2 taps had just suddenly turned themselves on,tears of heart sickened anguish,of soul crushing self pity,coursed down my cheeks,and I felt no shame,as I got to my knees,at the feet of my 2 young supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,who were the cruel,malicious,and malevolent controllers of my wretched life,who had it in their power,to show me mercy,but who revelled,and gloated in that same power,to show me none,as I begged,and beseeched them. “Please! Please! I can’t! I can’t! I beg you,Miss Karen! I beg you,Miss Linda! Don’t make me! Don’t make me!”,and I emitted such a wretched wail,as did turn heads,in the street,even after 6 months of rule,under the A.F.P. ,but,they just stared down at me,coldly,unfeelingly,implacably. Then,as though anticipating my response,C.S.O. Karen said to C.S.O. Linda,”I’ll be back in a minute,Linda,I’m just going to the Office,to make a phone call”.As soon as I heard C.S.O. Karen say those words,I knew that I was doomed,that my miserable existence,was about to get worse,that I would be forced to work overtime in the ‘Sock Room’ on Sundays now,too,and that greedy,grasping,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,would then ‘earn’ even more,lucrative overtime pay,for supervising me.But,things were to turn out even worse,than I feared.

When C.S.O. Karen returned,a secret,silent,significant message passed between her eyes,and those of C.S.O. Linda.Then,without another word,not even a chance to change my mind,and to yield to their demands,they each gripped one of my arms,and they marched me across Town,to bring me before the Community Services Liaison Officer. Upon being brought before her,she regarded me disdainfully,contemptuously,for a moment,before addressing me sternly,and with the full,fearsome authority,of her commanding personality. “Community Servant david 007,I understand from your supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,that you were late for work,this morning.This is a very serious offence.As this is your second offence,you leave me with no room for leniency,towards you”.My legs almost gave way,under me,when she said,”Community Servant david 007,I am sentencing you,to your Saturday ‘chastisement’ in the Town Square,at the Public Caning Post,and on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,to be now permanent,every Saturday”.And now,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,standing behind me,did have to support me,to stop me from collapsing,from crumpling to the floor,when she dropped her next bombshell,”in addition,due to the severity of your repeated misconduct,I also sentence you,to work,and to serve,without pay,in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,on Sundays,from 8 a.m. – 9 p.m.,where you will continue to be under the supervision of C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda”.Now,addressing my 2 young supervisors,she said,”now,girls,put him back to work! It annoys me so,to see idle Community Servants,standing around,and doing nothing,I’m sure that those dirty socks must be piling up!”.”Yes,Madam,at once,Madam!”,responded C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,together.And,as they marched me across Town,back to the ‘Sock Room’,where I was now to work,and serve,for for an extra 12 hours per week,every Sunday,without pay,while my 2 young supervisors earned quintuple,or,5 times their standard pay,for supervising me,they almost skipped along,in their happiness,at the thought of all the extra money that they would be earning,on top of the eleven hundred pounds per week,that they were already receiving,compared to my £80. per week,of Unemployment Benefit Payment.And,they gloated openly,their earnings,beyond their dreams,and they rejoiced,at the wretched worsening,of my already abject,miserable existence.

But,upon entering the ‘Sock Room’,they let their joyful exuberance,their over zealousness,their power and authority over me,overcome them,slightly,and,in ordering me back to work,at the ‘Sock Wash’,at the top of the 6 wooden steps,they each placed one of their yellow cotton ankle socked,black,backless,rubber soled clogged feet,against my bottom,and,with their cry of “get back to work,david!!”,they propelled me down the 6 wooden steps. I fell down the 6 wooden steps,in a windmill of flailing arms and legs,my ribs,hitting the edges of the steps,hard enough to crack them,I thought then. Then,tumbling from the bottom of the 6 wooden steps,I finally came to a stop,as I bumped my head,on the huge hand wash sink,opposite the 6 wooden steps,and everything went dark,as I lost consciousness.

My Community Service continues,and concludes,in Part 7.