Rubbing her feet

"No, this time we're going to do something different." Dr. Vierre said. "You're going to give me a foot massage."

"Um... that's not really a punishment." she pointed out. "I mean, it's not like I want to!" she added hastily, "It's just... not a punishment." She was right, Wendy had bought new shoes recently, and they were a bit of a tight fit.

"Maybe you're right. I'll think of something else for you to do when you're done."

Yvonne hesitated. "Yes Ma'am."

She got onto her knees in front of Dr. Vierre, and gently removed her shoes. She kept her eyes carefully trained on the Dr. Vierre's feet, not wanting to look up and see her expression.

But as she pressed her thumbs against the sole of the foot, she couldn't help but glance up, past the stockings, and realize that she could see up Dr. Vierre's skirt. She looked down again, but as she was massaging the toes, she glanced up again, and by the time she was onto the second foot, she was peeking up every few seconds at the black lace underwear.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking about how sexual her situation was anymore, naked and kneeling. She had never starred in foot fetish porn, but she had known about it. Maybe Dr. Vierre didn't though? She wasn't sure how well known that sort of thing was. She tried to focus on the task at hand, and eventually, Dr. Vierre cleared her throat.

"That's enough. I think I have an idea for what we'll do next."