Yes!

"Here are your choices, David," she sneers, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Option one: Stay on your knees and kiss my feet, a public admission of your son's weakness. Option two: endure ten minutes of relentless slaps on your face like a child, humiliation in its purest form." David's heart sinks as he realizes the depths of the degradation he must endure. The weight of his son's reputation, his own wounded pride, and the fear of further humiliation hang heavy in the air. The seconds tick by, each one a painful reminder of the impossible decision he must make.

After a moment of anguished contemplation, David's shoulders slump, defeated. He knows that neither option is truly a choice, but a twisted game of Sarah's design. Reluctantly, he accepts her conditions, his voice a whisper of resignation. Fine," he mutters, his words laden with defeat. "I'll kiss your feet and admit to everyone that my son is weak and pathetic."As David's acceptance of Sarah's conditions hangs heavy in the air, a hushed silence falls over the onlookers, their eyes fixated on the impending spectacle. The atmosphere is thick with a mix of anticipation and sadistic delight.

Sarah, reveling in her newfound power, extends her foot towards David, her eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure. With a heavy heart, David lowers himself to his knees, his body trembling with a mix of shame and resignation. His eyes meet Sarah's, and for a fleeting moment, he sees the twisted satisfaction that dances in her gaze. Gathering what little strength he has left, David leans forward, his lips brushing against the sole of Sarah's foot. The taste of defeat and degradation lingers on his tongue as he whispers the words that seal his son's fate in the eyes of their peers.

"I admit it," he murmurs, his voice filled with self-loathing. "My son is weak and pathetic." The words hang in the air, a damning declaration that cuts through the silence like a knife. The onlookers, a mix of morbid fascination and sadistic pleasure, revel in the spectacle before them. Sarah, basking in her triumph, withdraws her foot, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She towers over David and finally frees him, reveling in her dominance as the echoes of his admission reverberate in the minds of those who witness this cruel display.