Good Grades...They're a Cinch
At Your Principal's Mercy
"...And make sure you...blah blah blah...essay...blah blah....and...then....tomorrow.....all night...blah...blah....."
You, the greatest student of all time, Anon E. Moose, were barely able to stay awake. Being in Crystal Prep was bad enough on its own, but you had FASHION class, with Miss Polomare? And that was required to graduate?
You only heard a few words of her spiel, and pretended to pay attention as you discreetly pulled your phone out. Today was a VERY rare occasion. A once-per-season phenomenon, in this case, the first day of autumn. A 'free dress' day. On days like these, almost EVERY girl in school would wear things that were...very revealing, in the exact right place.
The feet, of course.
You'd expect it to be too cold for flip flops or flats, but today was a rather hot day. You began to get busy, snapping pictures and taking videos of your classmates' feet. You managed to get a video of the one directly in front of you, Coco Pommel, curling her toes and rubbing her precious little soles together. You were sure as hell going to...use it later.
Of course, you didn't just focus on Coco. Your hands were steady enough to get an entire gallery of videos and pictures, to suit all of your needs. But...unfortunately, the bell rang after Miss Polomare finished her speech about something or other.
You skipped gladly out of that awful, awful classroom, and down the hall to the center of the school. Your next class wasn't for another fifteen minutes, so you had time to sit back and relax on a nearby bench, with your phone out. You knew exactly why you were here...there were a certain five girls you knew. They were the primary competitors in the Friendship Games a while back, and ever since then, you've wanted to see what was hidden by their ugly uniform footwear.
Through the chaos of students rushing in all directions to their next classes, you actually did manage to catch a glimpse of those five, as they always travelled together. Due to the sheer amount of people they were walking behind, however, you only managed to get a tiny glimpse of a few of their beautiful feet.
What else was strange, was that they were carrying bottles of some sort of lotion, and saying something about a...trend involving it? And ditching to hang out at another school, with a 'running of the leaves' excuse?
You had no idea what that all meant, but you didn't care. You had only a few minutes out here to expand your collection.
After pictures right and left, of sexy pairs of feet of all shapes and sizes, you noticed the main hallway start to calm down, indicating that your next class was almost ready to start. You decided to slide your phone into your pocket, but as soon as you did, you noticed...a prime target of yours.
It was the principal, Cinch.
How she kept her job after the Friendship Games was a mystery to you, but you were glad she did. And to make a good day even better...she was participating in the day of free dress. She was trying to hard to look young...with curve-hugging yoga pants, a dark blue tank top, and, of course, the fanciest sandals she could find.
You found yourself reaching for your phone. There was no way you'd ever see your principal looking so...exposed, again. Thanks to her slow walking speed, you were able to get several photos of the defined curves of her experienced feet, her well-endowed behind, and her voluptous dials and pegs on her chest. Thankfully, since she thought so highly of herself, she didn't bother to give you a glance.
"Heh...perfect..." you muttered to yourself, opening up your SnapGab to your anonymous (ha ha ha, you're so clever) account. And that's when you noticed something odd that was trending...it was apparenty started by the sexiest SnapGab model in the world, Vignette Valencia.
"Hashtag SweetFeet? Oh lord...this is some good stuff, Vignette...what would we ever do without you..." you said, writing out some rather...suggestive messages on your account. On it, you also uploaded your delicious photos of your principal, showing off how sexy her feet look.
Once you were done with that, you left your now-perfect world of foot pictures, and prepared for the rest of your day. And it was truly horrendously boring, as usual. Except for Fleur De Lis's Prench class.
The next day...
You strutted into your school like an absolute Chad. Despite the day of free dress being over, you felt much better having a reminder of the beauty of your fellow students' succulent soles.
The first class of the day, trigonometry with part-time volunteer Twilight Sparkle, went rather well. You actually did not half bad in that class, thanks to her adorkableness forcing you to pay attention. When it was over, though, you skipped out of class...and heard something truly awful, over the intercom.
"Anon Moose, to the principal's office. Anon Moose, to the principal's office."
What did you do to get called THERE? You never vandalised the school or terrorised people's lives...so why was Cinch calling you up there? You had plenty of time to think about what awful fate awaited you, thanks to the miles of distance between the classrooms and the principal's office.
You gulped, sighed, and knocked on Cinch's large, intimidating door.
"Principal Cinch?"
And knocked once again.
"Principal Cinch?"
And for good measure, knocked a third time.
"Principal Cinch."
You heard a voice from inside, "Come in, Anon. Now."
You opened up the door, closing it behind you. Your eyes took a bit of time to adjust to the low light of the room. The room where students' careers were destroyed at the word of a single person, the head of the school.
Principal Cinch herself.
When she turned around in her enormous leather chair, you noticed something odd about her. She was wearing the same outfit as yesterday. But she had a cold, distant, emotionless stare on her features, and she beckoned you over.
"Come and sit, Anon. We have something to discuss...and you need to explain it to me this instant."
You sat in front of her desk, and soon afterwards, you had a phone with SnapGab suddenly shoved in your face. To your absolute horror, the pictures displayed were the exact pictures you took of Cinch's cyan feet.
"WHAT is the meaning of this? And do not try to deny anything...the school was able to trace this exact post back to you."
You quickly shook your head. "Hold on, hold on! You c-can't prove a thing! Why would I take that sort of picture of you and upload it on social media?!"
Cinch sat back, her cold, calculating...somehow seductive eyes turning their attention to her cell phone. "Is that so, Anon...then perhaps you'd like to explain to me why on 'place of residence' it has YOUR exact address?"
You nearly had an aneurysm right there. The most rookie mistake in the entire world. Generally, to keep an anonymous account anonymous, you don't show off where you live. You were screwed, and not in the good way.
"Anon, understand that due to these...highly sexualised posts of me, and other students of this school, we are talking suspension. We are talking expulsion. DEPORTATION. However..."
You were sweating profusely. What were you going to do when you got kicked out? What if you have to register as a sex offender? WHAT IF YOUR DOG FINDS OUT AND HATES YOU?
The lock of the door suddenly clicked shut.
Cinch rose from her desk, walking slowly towards you, her cold scowl gradually turning into a hungry, seductive grin. She laid her hand on your shoulder, staring into your eyes.
"I thought, perhaps, you and I could work out a little deal...I am willing to keep this quiet, and wear...this, in front of you...if you do a good job on certain...parts of me."
You started to blush, because her face began to get uncomfortably...yet...enticingly, close to yours. She was slowly slipping out of her tight yoga pants the whole time she stared at you.
"So, do we have a deal?" she inquired, sitting down on her desk, right in front of you. You didn't hesitate to agree. And so, she began what was the greatest tease of your life.
Her legs crossed, her left sandal dangling by her big toe, off her foot. Her right foot made sure the revealing article of footwear fell to the floor, causing her sole to be nude, in front of you, for the very first time. It wasn't long before you began feeling blood flowing south...
She, in all her experienced wisdom, took a single glance down at your tight maroon uniform pants, and noticed what was happening. A sly, but seductive grin grew on her face, as she removed her other sandal with her now-bare left foot. One scrunch of the slim toes was all it took for your hands to eagerly grab both of her feet, and squeeze them.
Cinch let out a soft moan. "I did not say you were allowed to touch those yet, Anon...I wanted something...DIFFERENT..."
"O-oh, I'm s-" you began. She sealed your lips shut with her right big toe.
"I did not say stop, however. Perhaps a foot rub is in order...more so than, you and me, leaning over the desk...."
Both you and her knew exactly what those words meant, and silently exchanged glances, with heavy blushes on your cheeks. But your principal was the one to break the ice, sliding her left foot up over your lips, silencing anything you were about to say, and turning it into deep gasps of pleasure.
You took that as a sign to continue. Grasping her right foot with both your hands, you began to roll your thumbs upward to under her toes, and downward towards her heel. Her left foot's delicious scent, one of slight amounts of sweat, invaded your senses and compelled you to run your tongue along the side, and then the arch covering your mouth.
Her other set of toes curled tightly at the feeling of your tongue slathering along her left foot, and you moved both of your hands up to attend to each one. You pulled every one of them, individually, back and forth with great care.
"Mmmhhh, perhaps...perhaps I should get a little more, comfortable...I'm sure you of all students wouldn't mind that, would you, Anon?"
She didn't wait for a response from you, and at a snail's pace, slipped off her curve-hugging top. Once it was tossed to the floor, your tongue froze. The sight of her curvy, voluptuous breasts, free of the confinement of a bra, shut you down mentally for a few seconds.
Cinch chuckled softly, pulling her foot away from your mouth. She jumped down from her desk onto the floor, and leaned towards the chair you were sitting on, her large supple breasts pressing up against your face. You moaned, hardly caring anymore if anyone could hear you, grabbing the two massive dials and pegs on her chest, and squeezing them on the sides of your head.
Her hands guided yours around the round surfaces, allowing you to feel every inch, and then she began to crouch, her face brushing against your forehead. Soon after, her deep red lips met yours, in a heated, passionate kiss.
Cinch's left hand held the back of your head, disallowing you to pull back from the kiss for air. Her other hand began to furiously grope your chest, travelling further and further south on your body.
You aided your principal by grabbing her well-endowed behind, and yanking down her yoga pants. Her legs lifted to allow you access, and the beautiful, smooth skin that met your eyes was truly beyond comprehension.
Cinch pulled herself out of the kiss, gasping furiously along with you. Her left hand began to unbutton your ugly maroon shirt, and her right worked its way into your pants and boxers, fondling your member and your sack with an elegant grace. This, along with her eagerness to undress you, earned an additional loud moan from you.
"Mmmhh, enough fooling around, Anon...as much as I enjoy teasing both you and myself, I believe we had a mutually beneficial arrangement..." Principal Cinch murmured, her surprisingly-strong hands yanking your trousers clean off, making you slip off the chair you were trapped in.
Cinch pointed to her desk. "A typical punishment, dealt by ME personally, to my students...is to have them sit under my desk in shame..."
You followed your principal's very clear instructions, crawling under her massively overpriced mahogany desk. Soon afterwards, she sat herself down comfortably, her somewhat large soles finding their way to your cheeks.
Up and down, back and forth, and in circles they rubbed, the heat of her arches and your bright red face heating up your insides. The two big toes pinched together on your nose, flexing back and forth.
"How shameful, taking, as you say, 'creep-shots' of your own principal, posting them online...you deserve nothing less than to spend time, in a lowly position, beneath my sexy, experienced soles..."
Without ever needing to look downwards, her feet dragged their way down your face and planted themselves firmly on your heaving chest. Your tongue's attention from earlier allowed them to easily glide against each other, and your profusely-sweating body was helping as well.
You grabbed both of the neatly-kept feet on your chest greedily, causing your principal to moan. She responded by tightly curling her toes to grip onto your skin, and dragging her soles down onto your belly. As your fingers wriggled their way between her scrunched digits, you looked upwards and noticed her fingers thrusting in and out of herself, furiously.
You were throbbing more painfully hard than you ever thought possible. No longer waiting for her to make the move, you yanked both of her beautiful feet to the sides of your member, engulfing it in the purest form of bliss that you could think of.
Letting out a sigh of pleasure, you began to thrust between the bottoms of her lovely cyan feet, leaking a little with every upward motion of your hips. The faster you thrusted, the deeper your principal's fingers went into herself.
"T-truly a taboo act, Anon, but...i-if you continue, I may even REWARD you for this...."
When she finished her barely-coherent stammering, you felt her big toes wrap lovingly around your tip and give it a firm squeeze inwards. You tensed up and grunted through your teeth, knowing you weren't going to last longer than a few seconds.
You decided to slip yourself between every one of her slick, tender toe spaces, and once you reached the space between her big and second toe on her left foot, you cried out and came harder than you could understand.
Once Principal Cinch felt your warm load coat many of her slim, flexible toes, and her soft, warm soles, you noticed her tremble violently and finish very, very hard, quite possibly experiencing an orgasm harder than your own.
Once you both managed to calm down, returning from the high of your orgasms, Cinch pulled her soles back off your rapidly softening member. As if she read your mind, she rubbed her curvy, appealing soles together in the most seductive fashion, spreading your load all over them evenly.
Immediately, she regained her 'professional' side, and tapped on her desk.
"Up here, Anon."
After banging your head on the underside of the desk like an idiot, you managed to crawl out and sit on the chair you slipped off of previously. And seeing your sexy principal, completely nude, at her desk...the pain didn't matter to you now.
"Mmm, you did an adequate job with me, Anon...I suppose I must fulfill my end of the bargain. You will NOT be punished for this. And I did say I would reward you for the work you did...so, I will write you this."
Cinch wrote on a card, 'This can be redeemed for one favour, any favour, from myself, Principal Abacus Cinch. Use it wisely.'
You walked out of Cinch's office that day with a class transfer form to Coach Lightning Dust's class instead of Polomare's. All the Shadowbolt girls have that class...it was time to go on another photo safari.
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Author's Note
Some guy suggested this to me on Pastebin. It was a nice idea. I AM a slow DJ...but I do take requests.
Make sure to watch me so you can get your sporadic fix of feet! And if you don't, that's fine. I won't share any of my creepshots of Dean Cadance,