A Well-Deserved Kicking

A bright young woman of the Gynarchy approaches me from across the street. She stops directly in front of me:

'You're gonna lick clean my sneakers an' that, boy, yeah?'

'Yes, mistress. Indeed, mistress madam. As you wish, miss.'

She promptly places her right-sneakered foot onto the concrete footblock beneath my face, and casually continues smoking her cigarette above me whilst I taste where she has been.

'Does you, like, like lickin' people's dirty feet, an' that, boy?', she asks somewhat incredulously.

'Oh yes, mistress! Indeed, mistress. Especially the feet of such a beautiful young woman as yourself, madam, begging your female pardon, miss?'

'Haha, yes I am beautiful, aren't I slave? Jus' you wait 'till I tell my boyfriend what you just called me! He'll come roun' an' kick, like, seven shades of s**t out of you, or somefing, innit though?'

'Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please forgive me, pretty mistress madam. I meant no disrespect towards you, miss!'

She storms off.

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About an hour or so later she returns with her manly boyfriend who, unfortunately for me, is wearing a heavy pair of boots!

'Here he is, Derwin. This is the dirty slave that called me a 'slut', an' that!'

The furious master-sir steps up to my face:

'Was you disrespectin' my bird, f**kwit face?'

I humbly seek to defend myself:

'Oh pray, master sir, if you will forgive me, most strong and mighty master sir, this slave meant no disrespect towards your girlfriend, sir!'

'Is you callin' my bird a liar, bwoy?'

'Oh no, sir! Not at all, sir!... Sir, the only way to resolve this matter is for you to give me a good, hard kicking, sir. It's what I deserve, master sir!'

The angry master sir duly obliges, expertly kicking my humble head to a pulp, whilst his pretty girlfriend looks on and chuckles.

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A bright and beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy heads confidently towards me

'You're gonna lick clean my sneakers an' that, boy, yeah?'

'Yes, mistress. Indeed, mistress madam. As you wish, miss.'

I begin obeying the pretty mistress's commandment...

...whilst she casually smokes her cigarette high above me

'Does you, like, like lickin' people's dirty feet, an' that, boy?'

'Oh yes, mistress! Indeed, mistress.... 

...especially the feet of such a beautiful young woman as yourself, madam... 

...begging your female pardon, miss?'

'Haha, yes I am beautiful, aren't I slave?... 

...Jus' you wait 'till I tell my boyfriend what you just called me! He'll come roun' an' kick, like, seven shades of s**t out of you, or somefing, innit though?'

'Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please forgive me, pretty mistress madam. I meant no disrespect towards you, miss!'

She storms off - with a pretty face like thunder!

I bow my head in shame and fear behind her departing socks

It sounds like she's minded to have her, no doubt handsome and strong, boyfriend give me a good kicking!

My fate is in her pretty face!

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'Here he is, Derwin. This is the dirty slave that called me a 'slut', an' that!'

'Was you disrespectin' my bird, f**kwit face?'

I receive a well-deserved kicking from master Derwin sir - much to his pretty girlfriend's approval and amusement