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barefootdiscipline:If there anything more terrifying than being helplessly bound, and having someone

barefootdiscipline:

If there anything more terrifying than being helplessly bound, and having someone slowly peel off your socks, one by one, without even saying a word? 


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barefootdiscipline:

Don’t worry babygirl, those filthy soles WILL be scrubbed clean - EVENTUALLY. But first, let me give you a little reminder of what happens to disobedient young ladies that repeatedly break the rules…

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barefootdiscipline:As it turns out, Becky’s mom had no intention of driving her home after detention

barefootdiscipline:

As it turns out, Becky’s mom had no intention of driving her home after detention - the only reason she came to the school was to punish Becky in front of the headmistress in order to assure her that Becky’s poor behaviour would be seriously addressed. Becky’s mom did, however, bring Becky’s shoes and socks home with her when she left - leaving Becky with no other option than to walk home barefoot on that cold November evening. Although the freezing ground under her feet did feel kind of soothing after having her soles caned by her mother, when she finally arrived home an hour later, her father was waiting in the doorway, with the electrical cord, ready to set her poor little feet on fire once again…


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barefootdiscipline: carlys-suffering-soles:Hi everyone, Carly here . Not gonna lie, I’m super shy

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carlys-suffering-soles:

Hi everyone, Carly here . Not gonna lie, I’m super shy about starting this page, but my boyfriend has assured me that there would be lots of people out there who’d love to see all the pictures that he’s held privately for the last little bit - and not gonna lie, that does turn me on quite a bit . Sooo, I told him we’d give it a shot - but only under one condition. I need some encouragement before I keep posting more material . So, I’m going to set the bar at 50 reblogs - if this picture hits that number, I’ll keep posting (and the more notes it gets, the more I’ll start sharing). And if not, then I guess my boyfriend was wrong! So, if you like what you see, please reblog and show me!

And in case you’re wondering what’s going on in this picture, I would describe this as the “standard punishment” that I receive from my boyfriend - 50 strokes of the cane to my bare soles while I’m tied down to our bed. The elastic bands around my feet are there as a “warning”. If I flail around or make too much noise during my punishment, or if I forget to count the cane strokes out loud, these elastic bands get pulled back and snapped against my soles, which DRIVES ME ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. Seriously, the rubber bands are truly my nightmare, and a HIGHLY effective way at forcing me to behave while having my feet caned. Unfortunately for me, my boyfriend LOVES punishing me with the rubber bands, and usually always finds an excuse to use them. I do really love the guy, but DAMN, when he decides that I need to be punished, he becomes a real sadistic bastard, and shows me very little mercy… 

Yes please! 


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carlys-suffering-soles: When my boyfriend is feeling extra sadistic, he makes me stand on this acuprcarlys-suffering-soles: When my boyfriend is feeling extra sadistic, he makes me stand on this acupr

carlys-suffering-soles:

When my boyfriend is feeling extra sadistic, he makes me stand on this acupressure mat while he canes my feet. My punishment usually starts by me being forced to “march in place” on the acupressure mat for about 15 minutes, letting the 100s of sharp, tiny spikes tenderize my soft bare soles.

After that, I must raise each foot and offer my soles, one by one, to the cane. I usually get 50 strokes per foot, and must switch feet after ever 5 strokes - meaning I alternate between having a foot caned, and standing on the spike mat with all of my weight on that foot - making the pain of my bastinado even more intense.

And as you can see from the first picture - the spikes are QUITE sharp, and after only a few minutes leave noticeable imprints on my poor, suffering, soles


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