My first fantasy takes place back in middle school (as most of them do). I come in to school one day, and it really seems I'm the only one that is there. But as I pass the principle's office, I see the assistant principle standing next to a pair of stocks on her desk. Now the assistant principal wasn't the most attractive woman in the world. She was about 5 ' 7", a bit plump. She had short brown hair a long with brown eyes. Her feet weren't also the biggest. Maybe around size 8 or 7. But details, details. Anyway. I catch her eyes and she starts finger at me with the "come here" kind of way. I jump and walk in.
She snaps at me in a bit of a playing/angry sort of way. I sit down. She asks me, "Why were you spying on me?" I'm a bit confused not being able to get a word in. She yells at me telling me to sit in her chair and to put my ankles in the stocks. I'm scared and at the same time excited, knowing what's about to happen. So I slowly do as told. She locks my feet in (still socked and shoed) and pulls a rope from the closet in her office. She then grabs my wrists, tieing them up behind me. She then walks over to my stocked feet and pulls of my shoes and socks.
"You're feet look so clean and soft for a boy," she says (I know a lot of you aren't male foot fans, but bare with me). I blush slightly and reply with, "Thank you, I clean them a lot." She replies with a smile and,"Good." She then pulls out a thing of string from her pocket and tie my big toes up together, so that my soles are easier to tickle. She then grabs a bottle of baby oil laying next to her and rubs them on my feet and giving them a quick tickle before the real fun began. Now a little story within the story. The assistant principle use to be the art teacher. So for her tools, she used two, medium sized paint brushes.
I get a little nervous as s the assistant principal slowly and teasingly moves her hands with paintbrushes being held in them. I close my eyes an clench my teeth and wait for them to make contact. So a few milliseconds later, they do. I hold in, but to no avail. The tickle talk wasn't helping my case either. She said things to me along the lines of "Aww, ticklish wittle boy~," or "Cootchie Cootchie Koo," even the straight out, "Come on Bigfoot, laugh." That one was the one that made me loose it, because I can't resist a joke like that and she was tickling my like crazy.
She also had a good reason for calling me that. I think at the time my feet were about size 11. So she had a lot of canvas for those paintbrushes. The tickling went on for an hour. She lets me out and tells me "Never let me catch you spying on me again," With a little giggle at the end. She gives me my shoes back and let's me call my parents to pick me up. And while I wait she let's me tickle her feet for a little. As I see my mom pull, I stand up with a bit of a hunch. The assistant principal knows what that means and as I turn around to leave, she sneaks behind me and gives and squeezes my sides for about ten seconds before letting me go and saying goodbye.
Well that was my first post, so let me know what you think and feel free to post any fantasies about tickling the feet of or being tickled on the feet by a teacher. Also, I know this was about my principal, but I'd say a principal counts as a teacher.